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Wednesday, 21 January 2015

Another lost scroll


1.   There was a seer and his name was called DD.
2.   DD went unto the Camp of the Romans.
3.   He climbed to the summit thereof.
4.   He turned his head and could see the straits of Menai.
5.   Beyond that was the island of Mona,
6.   Where lived the Druids.
7.   And beyond that was the sea of Eire.
8.   He turned his head once more.
9.   And he saw the city,
10.                     The castle of Pen-Rhyn,
11.                     The mountain of Bangor,
12.                     The distant land of Penmaenmawr,
13.                     Beyond that Llandudno
14.                     Where the Tory People lived.
15.                     He saw the snow-capped mountains
16.                     And he addressed it all.
17.                     He said:
18.                     “Behold, ye who seek the ways of the Lord,
19.                     Ye who seek to understand thy Lord,
20.                     And that bloke over there with the Border Collie sniffing a tree root.
21.                     Note well the path of the Lord.
22.                     Look at his footsteps
23.                     And the places he hath trod.
24.                     Behind him is there tumult?
25.                     Hath he set fires amongst the unworthy?
26.                     E’en now are there teams of paramedics
27.                     And fire marshalls trying to clear up his mess?
28.                     Hath he been smiting again?
29.                     I say unto thee:
30.                     This is not metaphor by the way,
31.                     He really is a bit of a sod sometimes
32.                     When he doesn’t get his own way.
33.                     This is the path of the Lord.”
34.                     The seer whose name was called DD continued
35.                     To address the city
36.                     The castle
37.                     The mountain
38.                     The distant land
39.                     The Tory People
40.                     And the bloke with the dog
41.                     Which now was having a dump.
42.                     He said:
43.                     “Note too the future path of the Lord.
44.                     Doth he have followers already ahead
45.                     Preparing his bread and meat to eat
46.                     And wine to drink?
47.                     Or is the Lord on one of his fads
48.                     And has decided that meat is somehow ungodly
49.                     And all who eat thereof will be burnt
50.                     Or some other kind of odd punishment?
51.                     Doth his followers now prepare
52.                     Strange sausages
53.                     From the land of Quorn?
54.                     This is the future path of the Lord.”
55.                     DD continued to testify
56.                     To the city
57.                     The castle
58.                     And all that.
59.                     He said:
60.                     “Is the Lord in chariot?
61.                     Has his chariot caused a tailback
62.                     From the traffic lights
63.                     By Lidl
64.                     E’en unto the ill-advised
65.                     Asda, which was built
66.                     On the holiest of grounds?
67.                     Doth Asda not have the worst roundabout
68.                     Thee hast ever seen?
69.                     Truly this is a disaster
70.                     Waiting to happen.
71.                     This is the roundabout of the devil.”
72.                     DD addressed the city
73.                     And the yadda yadda yadda.
74.                     He said:
75.                     “Look ye carefully at the shadow
76.                     Of the Lord
77.                     For therein walk the evil.
78.                     By their closeness to the Lord
79.                     They will claim authority
80.                     To make laws
81.                     To conquest
82.                     They will claim to speak
83.                     For the Lord
84.                     In all things.
85.                     And yet because they are in his shadow
86.                     He cannot see them to condemn
87.                     Or to condone.
88.                     These people are truly the worst
89.                     Of the lot,
90.                     Which takes some doing
91.                     But there you go.
92.                     Believe not these people
93.                     Their rituals
94.                     Their cross-dressing
95.                     And for some reason celibate
96.                     Leaders.
97.                     They speak not for the Lord
98.                     But for themselves.
99.                     The problem is that the Lord
100.               Seems to be a bit shy
101.               And doesn’t say much
102.               Which is a bit of a pain
103.               And causes a few problems.
104.               This is the way of the Lord.”
105.               And then the bloke
106.               Whose dog was now chasing
107.               Some kind of invisible rabbit
108.               Spake unto DD.
109.               He said:
110.               “Stranger, I mark thy words.
111.               But why should we trust thee?
112.               Where is the Lord of which you speak?
113.               Are we not all in his shadow?
114.               You know,
115.               Metaphorically-speaking.
116.               Were you talking literally
117.               Or not?
118.               Seriously mate, I’m not having a pop
119.               But it’s only going to muddy the waters
120.               Innit?”
121.               But DD did not answer
122.               For it had started to spit a bit
123.               With rain
124.               And e’en at that time he had found sanctuary
125.               At the Inn of the Beautiful View
126.               And was drinking the wine thereof
127.               Which was called Rioja Reserva. 

Tuesday, 13 January 2015

Men


There are men
Usually men
Mostly men
Not always men

They have guns
Sometimes bombs
Occasionally chemicals
And often nuclear devices

These men
Mostly men
Sometimes women
But that’s exceptional

Have strange thoughts:
Someone is out to get me
Someone else is offending me
The Others Don’t Understand
They must pay
I am right
I have the right
They must pay
Then They Will Understand
Not to offend me
Not to try and get me:
These are their thoughts.

There are intellectuals
Amongst us living
Who say, again,
Again and again,

That this rush to reprisal
Is ineffectual
Right or wrong
It’s simply fun

For beastly men
Hopeless men
Horrible men
To play again.


There are men
Usually men
Mostly men
Not always men

They look up
Sometimes look down
Prostrate themselves
And ask for guidance

These men
And women too
Pray for forgiveness
After the event

Spiritual thoughts like:
The devil is in these people
Their lifestyle offends me
They Will Receive Thine Wrath
I will help
Them see right
By force of right
I will help
They Will Feel My Wrath
Their lifestyle is ugly
The devil will be cast out:
These are my spiritual thoughts.

Heaven-sent
This force of righteousness
From me, to you
And then

Your life sentence
Death in itself
Will throw you down
And chew you up.

These beastly men
Evil men
Deranged men
Just play again.


Am I a man?
Where do I stand?
To be a man?
To have life planned?

I have no book
Commandment free
No magic friend.
All I see

Is me. A man?
I don’t understand
A life prescribed,
Destiny planned.

I have thoughts like:
What am I missing?
Perhaps those men are correct
Perhaps I am missing
Something important
Maybe they’re right
To have the right
To be important
To talk not to listen
To stand, proud and erect
To have a mission:
These are my thoughts.

But I, a man,
I have survived
These barren years, unplanned
Just as a man.

Just as me.
Some good friends.
No demands on me,
A boy. A man.

These words of sand
Are all I can
Offer this land:
I am.

I am.

Thursday, 1 January 2015

Johnnie, the happy idiot

Johnnie was a happy idiot. Johnnie didn’t think about whether  he was an idiot. He didn’t think about being happy. He just was, and so he was.

People in streets heard Johnnie whistling as he went about his day. Oh, his smile irritated them so. His greetums-voice was a blister on a tongue to them.  And they said hello back, through gritted teeth.

He had arms, and hair, and legs, and all the regulation bits and bobs. This made him human, technically.


Johnnie had a job of work and didn’t dislike it. He didn’t really think about the job’s wider implications. He didn’t think about the concept of work. It just was, and so it was.

His bosses heard Johnnie singing tunes as he went about his day. Oh, the melody irritated them so. His ladeladela-song was a rusty school compass to their hears. But they caught themselves singing too, despite their efforts.

He had trousers, and a tie, and shirts, and all the reasonable clothes and clutter. Thus he was a worker, technically.


Johnnie watched rugby and football sometimes. Johnnie’s way of watching rugby was to enjoy the skill. He didn’t really worry about who won. Winning just was, and so losing was.

In school, pupils used to ask him who his favourite team was. He didn’t have one, which irritated them so. His bigheart-affection for all to do their best was a shinstrike to them. Later, they watched sport on TV without supporting anyone, sometimes.

He could breathe, and eat, and shit, and all the respectable things to do. This made him alive, technically.


Johnnie had a phone and a computer. He synched them up together, so that they could talk to each other. He rarely called anybody, if ever. Technology was, and so it was.

Once, the phone rang and he answered it. It was somebody that didn’t know him, so he apologised, which irritated the person so. His sallyally-lack of flirtation was a poker to the person’s heart. But the next day the person met someone they could love, maybe.

He had a stone, and a knife, and a rope, and some other rumbly-tumbly things in his shed. Thus, he was a danger, technically.


Johnnie walked and caught a bus. He sat in the middle, in case anyone wanted to use the front seats. He buzzed and smiled to himself. A journey was, and so it was.

Ten minutes into the journey Johnnie stood up. It was his stop, so he pressed the bell, which made a rather irritating clang. His beedly-bright shopping trolley smacked the side of the bus as he walked out. Later, the bus driver narrowly avoided a crash when he went out to check the damage.

He had a lighter, some rags, and a petrol-milk bottle, and a few other things in his tartan trolley. This made him an arsonist, technically.


Johnnie walked again to an address. He pulled out the petrol, and inserted the rag in the top. He lit the rag with his lighter. It caught with a pleasing whoosh. The heat was, and so it was.

He pushed the burning device through the letterbox. A moment later, he heard a bang and the early lick of flames, which irritated the people in the address. His spiffy-dippy dance down the street drew few glances. The people knew it was Johnnie, so took little notice.

He had a pen, some paper, and some names written on it, which he looked at as he crossed through a certain name. This was a hitlist, technically.


Johnnie was a happy idiot. Johnnie didn’t think about whether  he was an idiot. He didn’t think about being happy. He just was, and so he was.

People in streets heard Johnnie whistling as he went about his day. Oh, his smile irritated them so. His greetums-voice was a blister on a tongue to them.  But these days fewer were there to say hello back, through gritted teeth.

He had a shed full of arms, and hair, and legs, and all the regulation bits and bobs. What this made him, technically, he didn’t think about.

Johnnie was just happy, and so he was.




Arbitrary self-pressures as selected by Facebook friends for 2015


Now fully updated - Dec 31, 2015 10.22am


Andy Smith: Come to Summerjam in July FAILED due to moving house at the start of August. 

Claire H. Doloriet: Achieve an epiphany - I've become repoliticised this year :) I was like loads of my mates feeling totally disinterested, disengaged and disenfranchised by the New Labour/Red Tory bollocks. But Corbyn has woken us all up again. He gets accused of pie in the sky, dream-world, hippy drippy 'unelectable' posturing. But why the fuck can't we change the debate from hate and fear to love and idealism? Who says it's not going to work? I've had enough of feeling like I've not got a voice. Now I feel I do again. This has been the best part of the year but things have a long way to go to change properly. I try and engage with people I disagree with now, not block them or delete them or mock them. That is the main problem with leftwing social media - it becomes a self-reflecting echo chamber. That's why we were all so shocked when Milliband got blasted and Labour got fucked out of the equation. So we need to try and get people to think, really think, about the implications of voting for selfishness and greed. Babies are not born with hate; why the fuck should we teach them that the world is necessarily and irrevocably bad? I don't believe we do. That might be an epiphany. I'm hoping I can do more and be better in 2016 too.

Gary Stubbs: Get a life - Debatable. But I have done a few things this year that might be considered reasonable like writing a lot and doing a new book and some other stuff. So... I dunno.

Karen Timms: Age by one year within the space of 365 days - Without tempting fate as I'm writing this on December 31, I think I've nailed this one.

Kerrie Farrar: Do a random act of kindness every day/week/month - I have done some bits n bobs I think but the nature of it is that it's not something done to shout about isn't it?

Louisa Shooman: Make a slow cooker curry more often - I LOVE my slow cooker so this was a pleasure















no. 1: 
27-1-2015
Pakistani lamb & morcilla curry
Ingredients:
One lamb chop
One small morcilla, chopped
Parsnip, sweet potato, carrot
2x red birds eye chillis
Pakistani curry powder (from Birmingham, not sure of blend)
Almond powder
Coconut cream shavings
Lime leaves
2x cups water
Cook for six hours. Eat. Hot but delicious.
























no.2:
9/2/15

Mad hot North Indian Curry
Ingredients:
4x small chicken drumsticks, skin removed
1/4 swede
3 small onions
2 tsp garlic paste
2 tsp ginger paste
2x red bird's eye chillis
4 tsp North Indian curry powder (from Birmingham, unsure of blend)
2 tsp almond powder
1 inch shaving of coconut cream block
1 tin tomatoes
6 lime leaves

Skin chicken but leave on bone.
Chop onions and swede; lay on bottom of pan.
Add everything else aside from chicken and stir.
Sit chicken on top. After 30 mins stir chicken into sauce.
Cook on high for 5 hours and on low for a further hour.
Eat.
Lovely with bread.

















No.3
8-3-2015:

Bacon, chickpea and cabbage curry
Ingredients:
1x bacon steak / blob from Lidl cooking bacon pack (turns out it was unsmoked)
1x tin chickpeas
1/4 of a red cabbage
1x chopped onion
4x cloves garlic
5 tsp North Indian Curry Powder
5 tsp curry powder (generic)
3 tsp pink peppercorns
1 cup water

Mix the whole lot together and whack it in the slow cooker for 5 hours.
Didn't know what to expect but it turned out bloody lovely to be fair to it. Not salty at all, which was the main worry with such a big bit of bacon from one of those cheapo packs.
Usually I'd add tomatoes to something like this but I didn't and it's all the better for it.

















No. 4
7-5-15:

Jerk-style slow-cooked oxtail curry

Ingredients:
2x oxtail pieces
Tin of tomatoes
Tin of butter beans
2x medium potatoes
2x carrots
1/4 swede
2x medium onions
4x garlic cloves
1x red chilli (medium heat)
1x green chilli (medium heat)
splash of rum
4x tbsp jerk spice (I used Rajah)
Handful of fresh sage leaves (it's traditional to use thyme but I didn't have any and it actually worked really well)
Salt and pepper to taste

Seal the oxtails in a pan on high heat. Deglaze the pan with splash of rum. Add to all other ingredients in slow cooker and cook on high for eight hours.

It's ready when you can easily slide the meat off the bone with a spoon. The marrowbone is a treat on this one too.

Hell of a nice on it.

For ultra best results cook on high for eight hours then leave overnight with lid on and power off and reheat on low for an hour the next day.
You could add coconut milk and ginger to this but I decided not to this time.


















No. 5
13/14-5-2015

Pakistani lamb shank stew

Ingredients:

1x small lamb shank
2x onions
4x cloves garlic
2 inch cube ginger
2x red bird's eye chillis
2x large green chillis (from Tesco I think)
handful of garden parsley
1 large parsnip
Pakistani curry spices wot Daniel got me from Birmingham. Kind of Madras-ish heat. About 6 teaspoons (the end of the pack.)
Tin of tomatoes
Tin of coconut milk
Half a pot of natural yoghurt
Salt, pepper and that.

I couldn't be arsed sealing the meat so I just lobbed it all in on day 1, with the exception of the coconut milk. The mistake I made was putting the yoghourt in at the same time, cos it split and went a bit sour. But the coconut milk kind of rescued it. Next time I'll leave the yoghourt out until just before serving and stir it in I think.
Cooked for 5 hours on high, day 1, then left with lid on overnight with power off. Second cooking was for 5 hours on slow on day 2. The meat practically dissolves in your gob. A pretty decent effort.

Another thing I could/should have done if I could have been arsed was to puree the ginger, garlic, chillis, cooked onions and cooked parsnips. That would have thickened the gravy up very nicely I reckon. Parsnips are ace in thai green curries for that exact reason - top tip.



























No. 6
30/11/2015 (for eating on 1/12/15)
Pork cheek & vegetable sort-of Balti

Ingredients:
3x pork cheeks
1 carrot
2x parsnips
1/4 of a swede
2x red onions
1 red pepper
3 cloves garlic
approx 1 tbsp ginger paste
3 tsp balti powder (Rajah I think)
1 tsp harissa paste
1 tin tomatoes

Method:
Cut the veg and onions and that up and add pork cheek and dry ingredients then wet ingredients. Slow cook for 6+ hours until pork is ultra-tender. Leave overnight with lid on. Re-heat slowly. Eat. Hooray!


Margaret Shooman: Be happy and eat the tomato (see video below) - I reckon in general I've been happy. It's a non-comparative metric isn't it. 

Mark Pruney Jones: Eat a fish finger at least once every 23 days – on average - this was quite easy cause I love fish finger sandwiches. Usual recipe is 2x slices of white bread; butter/spread; thinly sliced cheese (cheddar or similar); mayonnaise; hot sauce (optional) and 4x fish fingers. Food of the gods. Who says British scran is shitty? Pfft. I deserve a Michelin star for this one. And if you eat enough, you will look like the Michelin man too.

9-3-2015 - 115 days' worth done
















16-3-2015 - another 115 days' worth done






1-4-2015 - another 115 days' worth

7-5-15 - DONE!!!!!!!!!!!











Matthew Livzy Shooman: Eat a whole tomato without barfing - 24-1-2015 - I have eaten more raw tomatoes than I ever have before I think. My trick is to cover them in shitloads of salt and eat them first before tackling the rest of the scran.


















Nick Bicko Redfern: See Bangor City win at home - 10-1-2015 - City had a very excellent run of form in the latter part of the season with some great new signings: Connor Roberts, the best keeper we've had for years; Calum Morris, a brilliant goalscoring midfielder who subsequently went to Connah's Quay for three times the cash we could pay him; Lee Healey, an annoying, buzzing, hard-fighting striker who scored a couple of times but definitely kept defenders busy so others could score. Best of all, he was Cefn Druids' top scorer at the time. So even though he wasn't prolific for us, he wasn't scoring for them either and they got relegated. A great bit of business. He got into a spot of bother off the pitch and left the club as soon as we were safe. The new season started in typically inconsistent style and whilst we're not in the relegation spots right now, top six looks out of reach too. Sometimes I'm glad I moved away - I can't take the anxiety like I used to. And yes I do miss it.