Saturday, October 31, 2009

Just for Halloween

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Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Give us a treat, or else!

Two years ago on the cold and windy night of October 31st my doorbell rang. . .and again. . .and again. . . So I dragged myself reluctantly away from the mucky video I was watching (about pig farming actually. Your minds!)

I opened the front door to be confronted by three girls of about 9 to 12 years old dressed in witches gear, and brandishing a broom and a BIG bucket. "Trick or treat?" one said.

Now, I had had a bad day. That morning my porridge was lumpy, I burnt the toast and my fingers. The goldfish turned belly up just as I was feeding the damn thing. I wouldn't have minded so much, but I had just bought a new tub of fishfood; jumbo size at that!

In the afternoon I was knitting myself a new balaclava ready for the winter when I realised I had missed several lines out from the pattern so I had to undo it and start again. The cat was sick on the bed (I think it was the goldfish I gave him for his tea).

Anyway enough of that; I think you get the picture that I wasn't very happy when the little brats girls confronted me demanding money with menaces. So I politely told them to "go away" in my best Anglo Saxon.

Later that evening I was settling down in front of the Hi-Fi with a bowl of gruel to listen to my LP of "War Songs of the Third Reich" when a god-almighty BANG shook the house. I dropped my bowl of scalding hot soup on the cat and he shot under the couch and shit on the lino.

Upon investigation I found that some person or persons unknown had put a bloody great firework through my letterbox. Luckily it was on the stone floor and the only damage appeared to be a scorch mark up the back of the door. Apart from the soup all over me, the cat, the carpet and the chair, and the cat crap under the couch, everything seemed OK.

This year I have screwed the letterbox flap down, put a bucket of washing up water on the windowsill above the front door ready, and installed an automatic sensor in the outside light (don't want to miss the fun do I?). Oh yes, and I bought myself a "The Boys Own DIY Minefield" kit. and if I catch them I can try out my "Junior Hangman Kit"!

Happy Halloween everybody peeps! Grumpy? Who? Me? Perish the thought.



N.B. Hover over the LP link before clicking.

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Saturday, October 24, 2009

Scratch cards

Wendy here again. I really must relate this little story because I hope that anybody reading it will learn from it.

A good friend of mine opened up the local paper and out fell a scratch card. Now on the card it stated that if you scratched off the silver coating in the three boxes and the three emblems exposed matched, you "could" win up to £1,000,000, or other prizes of £100,000, £10,000, £1,000 etc., down to a £2 shopping voucher. You get the picture?

So, being a naive sort of a twit, she scratched off the foil and surprise, surprise she had three matching emblems in the shape of bats (the flying sort, not the cricket sort). She read the instructions on the back of the ticket which instructed her to ring a phone number; that just happened to be a 0960 number (£1.50 per minute), to get her 'claim' number. She was on the phone for 7 mins waiting for an available operator. When she finally got the number she had been on the phone to them for 12 minutes which cost her the princely sum of £18.00!

She then filled in the form on the back of the ticket giving her name address, phone number, email address and the so-called 'claim number'. Several days later she received a letter congratulating her on the fact that she had won a £2 shopping voucher which would be sent under a separate cover and stating that three matching bats was only worth the shopping voucher. She needed three matching 'cars' to win a major prize!

The result? She spent £18 to win a £2 shopping voucher, which to date she hasn't received (and I doubt that she ever will), but she is now getting a load of spam mail in her inbox plus loads of junk mail through her letterbox!

What a wally! Some people will never learn will they?

This sort of scam is perfectly legal, the perpetrators haven't broken any law so they can't be prosecuted. They made it clear on the ticket that you 'could' win fantastic prizes.

I wonder if anyone ever did win the £1 million.

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Saturday, October 17, 2009

Bradgate Park

Here's another little video from my friend Jim. The ruins of the house was the home of Lady Jane Grey who was Queen of England for nine days. Hence the saying "a nine day wonder" meaning a sensational event that evokes widespread interest but is soon forgotten.

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Old John Tower at Bradgate Country Park.

Old John is the distinctive tower and arch overlooking Bradgate Park and is Leicestershire's most familiar landmark. The Folly stands some 690 feet above sea level and was built in 1784. It has commanding views across Leicestershire and surrounding counties. It was a favourite place for radio amateurs like myself, (G8AFY/G8SUM) and Kevin in Salford, (G8FYK), to set up our portable transmitters, aerials and receivers on 144mhz and 432mhz to contact other amateurs as far away as possible.

Here is an old postcard (date unknown) of the tower especially for Anji:



Note that the archway has been restored since this picture was taken.

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posted by Keith at 4:25 AM   6 comments

My Son


Glenn Andrew Smith, 16th Feb 1962 - 17th Oct 1990

19 years ago today my son Glenn died. He had bone cancer. He was twenty eight years old, and had everything to live for. Not only was he my son but he was my best friend.

We had so much in common, amateur radio for one thing. We were both passionate about telecommunications. My callsign was G8AFY and his was G8SUM. After he died the Licensing Authority gave me permission to drop my own callsign and take on his as a mark of respect and to keep his radio station "on air".

I still think about the good times we had to-gether and I try to keep this day special. He would have been 47 this year.

I felt so helpless that I couldn't help him. Shortly after he died I wrote this to him.

How can I say goodbye to you, my son?
Now that for you, tomorrow cannot be.
Where shall I find the strength to carry on?
When all that I have is going away from me,

As these last fleeting hours speed by,
And I sit at your side and hold your hand,
My eyes so full of tears that I cannot see.
I know that you, my son, will understand.

These few years we spent together, you and I,
It seemed so short a while we had to spend.
And yet we shared so great a love
That Death itself can never end.

So very much as we are, that now
We find no need of words as others do,
Both knowing so well within our hearts
That a love like ours is granted to so few.

So rest now, Glenn, until the very end,
For soon it will be time for us to part.
Then I will close your eyes, and kiss your cheek,
And you will be gone, and with you goes my heart.

23 October 1990. - Dad.


There was a special page on Yahoo/Geocities personal pages dedicated to him, but only this month Yahoo have closed all the Geocities pages and it's gone.

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Saturday, October 10, 2009

Fear

There should be nothing in this life that you are afraid of. If there is, then you need to do something about overcoming it.
 I don't like heights, and I do everything I can to avoid getting into a situation that involves being in a high place.
 A few years ago I had to unblock the guttering around my house, because to employ someone to do it was too costly. I borrowed a ladder, and gritting my teeth I climbed up repeating to myself "I am not afraid, I will not fall" over and over again as I scooped the muck out and casually threw it onto my neighbours garden. I continued going up and down the ladder as I moved around the house, when suddenly I realised that I was not repeating that phrase anymore and I felt more confident.
So later, when I was recovering in hospital, I thought that whatever your fear, you must face it head on and overcome it.

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Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Leicestershires biggest hill

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My friend Jim produced this little video from his collection of photographs about a former beauty spot in Leicestershire know as Bardon Hill. I say "former" because it is slowly being destroyed in the name of progress. I used to spent a lot of time walking the paths and exploring, but now I'm old and bent, knackered and worn out I can't manage it any more!

This hill is the highest point in Leicestershire at 278 metres (912 feet asl). Locally it is referred to as the "hill with two faces" – one half preserved as a site of special scientific interest (SSSI), the other slowly being removed by Bardon Hill Quarry. It is also the site of a radio mast.

I live on the hill directly south from there, and from my bedroom window I can see Bardon Hill on the horizon, along with Old John at Bradgate Park, home of Lady Jane Grey.

Bardon Hill

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Monday, October 5, 2009

"Older Peoples day"

October 1st was the “UK Older Persons Day”. I know the younger people (under 50) who read this post won’t understand, but it is a day invented by this stupid Government to celebrate the contribution that the over 50’s make to society.

This year I didn’t see any OAP’s (Old Age Pensioners) dancing in the street or setting off fireworks to congratulate themselves on their magnificent lives and their so-called “contribution to society”! There were no flags, bunting or bands playing.

I bet most of them were at home –over three million, if the Conservatives are correct- living in poverty, pulling on an extra cardigan and working out how to make ends meet this coming winter as the nights draw in and it gets colder and the heating costs go up yet again.

They sit at home, trying to keep warm over a tiny electric heater, counting the escalating cost of food and other essentials of life. Or slumped in armchairs in poorly run state care homes crying out for proper regulation, lying on trolleys in hospital corridors or slowly starving in mixed sex filthy wards

To add insult to injury to a generation stripped of their dignity, a PR company behind the publicity for the OAP’s ‘special day’ have insisted that organisations use photos of older people who looked affluent and in the peak of health, such as those living in the luxury of high-class retirement homes. Models who look more in their 30’s and 40’s have been used, shown them cuddling, running happily on the beach, on holiday cruises or preparing for a workout at the gym.

There are no photos of the elderly in armchairs, care homes, filthy hospitals, fighting for lost pensions, and working until they are 80 to supplement their meagre state pension. No photos of them huddled over a one-bar electric fire with a hot water bottle. There is nothing in the publicity handouts to depict the true picture of old age for some in Britain today.

Pensioners are so desperate to keep warm, eat decent food and pay their bills that they take out loans they have no chance of repaying. In debt and under stress when they are over 65 is hardly a great advert for being old in this country. According to government statistics pensioners in Britain owe a staggering £57 billion! More that a million still have a mortgage to pay, with one in seven owing more that £50,000 and can’t get state aid to help them.

Constantly rising interest rates, loans for food and essentials, fuel and Council Tax bills and the realisation that they can’t rely on their savings alone -if they have any left- because of the State pension crisis. Those who made provision for their old age might as well not have done because they are dire straits now.

Not all OAP’s are SKIs –“Spending their Kids’ Inheritance”- and playing golf. After a lifetime’s hard graft, paying their taxes, contributing to a pension scheme, they are now scrimping and scraping and spending every penny –and more- on necessities. It’s a case of not what they want, but what they need to survive

Summing up, a day to celebrate old age is an insult to those who have nothing to celebrate. So many feel forgotten, scorned, neglected and disillusioned. Hardly the way to see out a decent, hardworking life.

It’s a disgrace that in the 21st century, with so much of the taxpayers money needlessly squandered on pointless projects, PR campaigns and spin, that the very people who should be looking after their older generation are lining their own pockets with high wages, expenses and allowances.

I didn't celebrate on October 1st and if others like me saw the nonsense of this so-called special day then they obviously didn't either.
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Sunday, October 4, 2009

Continental Market

On Friday I went to Germany, France, Poland, Spain and other countries in Europe.

In actual fact I went to Leicester to have a look at the Continental Market, not intending to buy anything because I'm just a poor old pensioner.

There were stalls selling such wondrous things such as garlic chocolate, spuds provençal, duck flavoured merangue, foiegras and even gluhwein. As one old lady remarked to the stall holder when he offered her a sample, "Glue wine? Are you mad? Nobody in their right mind is going to buy that!"

This market is held every year in Leicester on the last week in September. It is a great hit with the "multicultural population" (Don't get me going on that subject).

The big drawback with these markets is that the prices tend to be rather high, but some of the produce is worth that little bit extra. The reason for the high prices I suppose is to cover the stallholders expenses in shipping the stuff over here, i.e., ferry fares, hotel bills, fuel and so on.

As I said, I didn't intend to buy anything, I just went for a look-see but I weakened. I tried a Polish beer with a German bradwurst for my mid-morning snack. Then I saw a beautiful tablecloth from Provence (which see) that I couldn't resist because it looked so bright and cheerful. I thought it would help to brighten up my otherwise dull and hum-drum life!

Then I thought "What the hell! You only live once. Get some nice food and to hell with the expense". I bought some Kabanos from Deutschland and some lovely French Cantal cheese, a bottle of expensive wine (a bit different to the usual 'Chateau de Battery Acid' I buy from Asco!). To go with it I bought some fresh French country bread (well, I suppose it came in a freezer van and was finished off on the stall).


Sorry about the picture, but the food looked a bit better about ten minutes before!

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posted by Keith at 2:55 AM   11 comments

Re: Fiona Pilkington and her daughter.

More victims have told of their years of torment by yobs following the tragic case of Fiona Pilkington and her daughter.

Melissa Robinson, who has learning difficulties, told the newspaper of four years of fear when she was harassed by a gang of youths, aged between 12 and 16 and says between 2002 and 2006 she was targeted because of her disability.

She said: "I got to the point where I was so scared about what was going to happen next. Eggs were thrown at the house as well as stones – it was a constant stream of abuse because they could see I got on a bus for a special school. I was called 'dippy' and 'stupid'. It really hurt me to hear that. I found it hard to cope with."

Miss Robinson, who has since moved, said: "Just because I'm born different it's not my fault and why do we have to put up with hate crime? I called the police once about the problems but they said they couldn't help me.

During the Pilkington inquest, former Leicestershire assistant chief constable Chris Tew, outlined the force's policy changes and training programmes put into place after the pair's deaths.

In December 2007, two months after Fiona Pilkington commited suicide, it was decided it would become policy to categorise repeated offences against disabled people as hate crimes, meaning they would be taken more seriously.

Before this, the Pilkington family's calls were dealt with as incidents involving "anti-social behaviour".

Driving down that road this morning I noticed that the police presence and the TV vans have all disappeared. It looks like the yob family haved been moved for their own protection and, more than likely, given new identities!

The road was strangely quiet, I never saw a soul. Now somebody in another area is about to inherit some problems. Have you had a new family move in near you in the last two days?

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