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Wednesday, 25 January 2017

Saving Species - Cunning Plan A

Some people say that the human race is heading for extinction. Well, there ain't a lot of evidence for that. Last time I looked the population was increasing rapidly; not the normal direction for species facing extinction. 

On the other hand, the evidence is perfectly clear that a huge number of animals are facing extinction. One of the latest to be added to the endangered list is this little bundle of fluff.

 

Most of these cheetah cubs do not survive. Their population numbers are plummeting. Link to study.

And then there's these huge buggers.

 

Those teeth of theirs are so much sought after that these giants are also heading for bloody extinction.

And then of course, the African Apes.

 

They to, are heading down the slippery slope. (Link.)

Well, probably none of this comes as a surprise to you. Doom and gloom seem to be everywhere. But no, there is good news (for instance, this). Some species are being saved and much work is being done to that end. 

In my opinion, the best of the charities out there is the African Wildlife Foundation  The international charity watchdogs rate them as one of the best charities on planet earth. (Charity Watch)

They need help, and I aim to give it. 

But why not charities to help children etc etc etc? Of those, there are thousands. Effective animal charities are few and far between.

And so to my cunning plan. Well, I have two cunning plans actually, and I hereby name this one 'Cunning Plan A'.

Cunning Plan A

Promise not to laugh? At the end of March this year I'm going to be doing a 10K run. 

I have tried this before. 4 years ago I started training for a 10K. It ended in disaster. I've blabbed on about the resultant problems before, so here's a précis: Broken ankle, blab blab blab, multiple stress fractures, blab, cough, blab, multiple joint arthroses, blab, cough, blab, eye surgery, blab, cough, blab blab, fat old git.

See what I did there? Degenerated, that's what I did there.

Anyway, I've started training again, lost 5 kilo in two weeks, up to 4K distance already and so far not fractured anything. 

Will I make it? Are you willing to put money on it? Well, if so, please click here...


I'm planning on running all the way, but apparently walking and ambulance are also allowable.

Meanwhile I'm working on another cunning plan. I will be announcing it within the next two weeks and, mark my words, this is a cunning plan to beat all cunning plans.

And it shall be called 'Cunning Plan B'.


Saturday, 14 January 2017

One in a million

Once again, I wasn't on the New Years Honours list this year.  

I checked it once, and I checked it twice. No deal. 

Crazy isn't it? I struggle to bring up a family, struggle to make a successful business, donate 50p to the Red Cross every now and again, but simply because I'm not a celeb I don't get the opportunity to refuse an honour from Lady Muck.

Looking at those lists reminds me of college exams. Every year I'd spend 2 horrendous weeks with 6 hour a day written papers and oral exams in front of a group of patronising dick-heads. After that, they would post a list. 

Those with honours at the top. 

Then those who passed. 

Then those who failed one part of the five or so parts. These people would have to re-sit that part.

For those who failed and had to re-sit the whole bloody thing; nothing. 

Not on the list. 

Total nothingness.

Imagine reading through those 70 names looking for your own. And it's not there...

Nearly every bloody year I went through that. The stuff of nightmares. Literally the stuff of nightmares. I was still having those nightmares more than twenty years later.

Well, I do get the occasional success, and yesterday just such an event happened. 

I posted this photo onto the photo website flickr:

 

and guess what? It took me past a million views of the photos that I've posted over the last nearly 5 years. 

Amazing huh?

Here's the evidence:

 

Well, maybe not so amazing. 

There are ways and means of bumping up your numbers. Some find a type of photo that's popular, and then repeat almost exactly the same thing ad nauseum. With luck, you can get your picture on 'Explore' which assures loads of views. I used to regularly get those, but it has become more difficult of late because of the hoards of people posting on flickr

A couple of years ago, I posted lots of photos from a trip to Tanzania. I knew they would get picked. They didn't. Thus I tried experimenting and got success with this photo.

 

Anyhow, they do occasionally pick ones I like...

 

So, is it a great achievement? 

No. 

But is does give me a warm fuzzy feeling inside

I like warm fuzzy feelings....

Wednesday, 11 January 2017

The Fog of Time

Entering a few weeks with no guests has given me the opportunity to peruse my navel, looking back through the fog of time.

Come to think of it, the bloody fog is everywhere. A few days before xmas, we had just bid farewell to Geoff & Bernie (Geoff; an old school mate and also a vet), their last words being how they will miss the wonderful weather. Well, talk about putting a hex on things, the very next day the clouds lost their footing in the skies and decided to hang around at ground level for a while.

A long while.

Our Christmas guests were somewhat short-changed. Fog kept us indoors, forcing us to eat and drink to be merry.

Fed up of all this gloom, we headed off for the South of Wales.

At this point you may question my rational decision making abilities.

And you'd be right.

 
This was one of the few photo opportunities that the soup-like conditions offered. 

Here's another...
 
And so it goes...

 

Fog on the Wye.

People of a certain age will be reminded of the song 'Fog on the Tyne'. Memory tells me that this was a great song. It seems my memory has become infected with the perfidious fog.

This song has a back-story. When I was a young student, for one of my less salubrious years I lived in the East-End of London. This was a pretty grim area, being the only place we could find that accepted both students and dogs. On the ground floor was a long disused rat-infested restaurant. We had the next two floors, and above lived a couple of other students hailing from Newcastle. They tended to hang out with a couple of groupies, thus leading me to one of my greatest lost opportunities; sleeping with the Sensational Alex Harvey.

Don't ask.

The other inhabitant of that near ruin was a poltergeist.

I know this because the girlfriend of my room-mate saw it. Her sanity cannot be questioned. She got mad when you questioned her sanity.

We guessed something was up when we returned from the pub (see more such adventures below) to find her sitting outside the building in 'nowt but her nighty. Sitting outside fully-clothed would have been risky enough, thus we surmised that something was 'up'.

She explained how she had seen the incarnation of a tortured spirit, forever tied to the building in permanent torment.

"We must help this ghost by finding what is holding it here" she explained. "I had a vision of an old church and graveyard. We must help".

And so we spent a jolly half hour searching around the house for 'no one knew what'.

We gave up and retired to bed, where I spent an uncomfortable night dwelling upon my scepticism. The sound of mice beneath my bed did not help to ward off the tingles in my spine.

The next morning; a shout of "I've found it!" woke me early. The guys upstairs had spotted a picture cunningly stuck to the underside of the stairs above.

A picture of a church and graveyard. With blood dripping ominously down one of the gravestones.

Drip.

Drip.

(Actually is was an orange stain on the picture...)

”WE MUST BURN IT TO FREE THE SPIRIT" cried our erstwhile ghostbuster.

Thus, a ceremony was held, the picture burnt, the ghost freed. It has not been seen since.

Now some may question the veracity of this story. They should not. It is true. The mental health of my friends' companion may have been slightly suspect (it almost certainly was) however, the story was as told. If the ghost did exist (and, of course, it didn't) then was it the ritual burning that freed it, or was it the constant sound of Lindisfarne coming from on high?

The guys on the top floor both adored Lindisfarne, the band responsible for the above song. They played their one album ad nauseam. All the bleeding time. When their vinyl disc player was not available, they sang their songs. Many a night would find us stumbling back from the local boozer singing:
 'But it's alright Lady Eleanor,
Alright Lady Eleanor.
I'm alright where I am.'

In retrospect, we probably sung it better than the original.

Since then I have avoided that band as if they were the plague. Now, 42 years later, and nearly recovered, my foggy brain has been once more directed toward the 'Fog on the Tyne'. Time for another listen.

Such timeless lyrics.:
'Cause the fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine. 
The fog on the Tyne is all mine'.

And then:

’We can swing together
We can have a wee wee
We can have a wet on the wall
If someone slips a whisper
That his simple sister slapped them down
And they slavered on their smalls'.

What more can one say? If they'd sung it in key maybe it would have marginally improved things. 

It'll be at least 42 more years before I listen to it again...

In between fog dodging and reminiscing, we did see the old offspring, here's a blurry photo of one...

 
...and here's Sienna doing an impression of a famous Who song...

 

and then another impression of something scary...

 

One disadvantage of taking photos in the fog is forgetting to reset the camera when trying to take portraits. Despite this handicap I'm including the following photo of Tony and Sue because she really wanted to be in a blog.

This ones for you Sue..