The road to forever

Just a quick snap I took on the Yzerfontein road out of Darling (so yes, technically, this post should be “The road to Yzerfontein” or “The R315”, but never mind that), while heading home yesterday.
It does kind of look at the road goes into the sky and into forever, but in actual fact, just over the hill in the distance were a few ostriches and the R27. Not quite as romantic as you were thinking, right?

I’m not sure that you can possibly imagine my stupidity er… the danger I put myself in to get this, standing in the middle of the road just around a blind bend. The risks we take in the name of art, hey?

I quite like this snap already (narcissistic bastard that I am), but I think it looks even better bigger on black. Go see.

Bargaining ratios

Haha. I wonder how many parents recognise this scenario, nicely illustrated by Dave Engledow:


Says Dave:

As Alice Bee learns to hone her bargaining skills, the ratio of nutrition to bribes has gotten completely out of balance.

Regular readers may recognise Dave and Alice Bee from the excellent World’s Best Father calendar post. Amazingly, it appears that she is still alive, despite her Dad’s best efforts. 🙂

P.S. Somewhat amazingly, my kids actually LIKE broccoli… Who knew that sort of thing happened?

Post concert blues?

It’s probably just full on exhaustion, coupled with the disbelief of what actually occurred last night, but I’m not really able to function today. That said, we did take the opportunity to enjoy a childless meander back from Rocking the Daisies. And I’m back home in one piece, so it can’t be that bad.

Suffice to say, Skunk Anansie’s performance last night comprehensively knocked the Manic Street Preachers’ 2003 Glastonbury set from its comfortable spot on the throne of Best Gig I’ve Been To Land.


Being right down at the front is always a bonus, and I was ready to be impressed after dreary Alt-J and the zany warm-up from The Hives. But Skin and the boys made it extra special, with a breathtakingly energetic and interactive performance, including her standing on my shoulders and holding my hand – this one here, goddammit! [holds up left hand] – while she belted out Weak.
I went back 15 years in an instant.

There was stage diving (some organised, most not so much), there was power and presence, and there was even some classic rock’n’roll violence as Skin ended the band’s one year tour by putting her microphone stand through the drum kit after their final song.
The gaggle of disbelieving road crew gathered round the damaged kit pointing and taking cellphone pictures afterwards suggested that it was a wholly impromptu and unexpected act.

This morning, I woke up with this in the room:


A piece of memorabilia that I will certainly cherish and quite possibly frame.
If you look carefully, you can even make out the print of Skin’s studded silver boot. Sadly, having checked, there’s no such print on my jacket, but I’ve still got the memories.

I Hope You Get To Meet Your Hero they sang; last night, I kinda think I did.

Re-enact Your Riots

Because you can’t have enough about riots on your blog in any given week.

This is nice: The London Riot Re-enactment Society. And yes, we all remember the “recent” riots there, but London has a history of civil disturbance and the LRRS wants to recreate those moments for posterity. And fun.

The first of these notorious dates was Wat Tyler’s Peasants’ Revolt way back in 1381, and would – entirely accurately – be re-enacted as follows:

100 000 re-enactors dressed as peasants angry about the imposition of poll tax (and other concerns such as the fact that they had no rights) will march from Kent and occupy London for two days, opening all the prisons and ransacking the Tower and Lambeth Palace and demolishing Savoy Palace completely (this part will be easy as it isn’t there), throwing looted treasure into the Thames and beheading judges and lawyers. In a dramatic climax which will take place at Smithfield a re-enactor dressed as the 14 year old King Richard II will meet a re-enactor dressed as Wat Tyler, who will then be murdered by a re-enactor dressed as the mayor.

Sounds like posterity. And fun. But the numbers and the practicalities will make things difficult to organise. Fortunately, by doing away with some of the rules practiced by some other re-enactment societies, the red tape can be reduced.

A knowledge of historical costume and weaponry AND some experience of rioting is the ideal combination for a LRRS member, but members can join with knowledge of one, or the other, or neither. After all, many participants in the riots that we are re-enacting had not a clue what they were up to, and we want historical accuracy, do we not? Neither will we, like some re-enactment societies, impose strict rules against the consumption of alcohol. Most of the top riots involve a bit of drinking. If, for example, you are involved in a re-enactment of the Gordon riots and you are very good at acting drunk for days on end, then feel free to just drink water, but if you think that only gin will do the trick, then drink gin, and we won’t ask where you got it from.

And why stop at re-enacting riots that have actually happened? Why limit yourself in that manner?

We could re-enact riots that haven’t happened yet. Or ones that might never happen.
We could re-enact riots that so far exist only in books or films.

The LRRS is full of excellent, innovative ideas in order to preserve London’s fascinating history and I’m hoping that I’ll be lucky enough to take part in a full-scale re-enactment next time I’m visiting the homeland.

This is my New York accent

I have no idea where this came from or whom I should be crediting, but I thought that it was very clever:


Obviously, drawing or writing on other people’s things is very naughty, no matter what font you choose to employ.

UPDATE: OK, according to a Facebook commenter, we need to thank Banksy for this. Thanks, Dr F. And… er… Banksy.