tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46021167308823016952024-03-13T05:13:05.155+00:00Wurzel's WebFrom a world where nothing ever happens .... but I'll write about it anyway.Wurzelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594910659372643670noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602116730882301695.post-7272352080761545342012-06-07T11:20:00.001+01:002012-06-07T11:45:31.103+01:00Cornish Mining Heritage<div style="margin: 0; overflow: hidden; padding: 0; width: 500px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/wurzelsal/7161146945/in/set-72157630006589231/" style="display: block; float: left; height: 75px; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px;" title="Mines 17"><img alt="Mines 17" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7244/7161146945_bd6c5b1b7c_s.jpg" style="border: none; height: 75px; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/wurzelsal/7161160377/in/set-72157630006589231/" style="display: block; float: left; height: 75px; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px;" title="Mines 1"><img alt="Mines 1" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7227/7161160377_dc31066ccb_s.jpg" style="border: none; height: 75px; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/wurzelsal/7161159755/in/set-72157630006589231/" style="display: block; float: left; height: 75px; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px;" title="Mines 2"><img alt="Mines 2" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8009/7161159755_8fac136bbd_s.jpg" style="border: none; height: 75px; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/wurzelsal/7161159011/in/set-72157630006589231/" style="display: block; float: left; height: 75px; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px;" title="Mines 3"><img alt="Mines 3" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7237/7161159011_a1094cfa0c_s.jpg" style="border: none; height: 75px; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/wurzelsal/7346366570/in/set-72157630006589231/" style="display: block; float: left; height: 75px; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px;" title="Mines 4"><img alt="Mines 4" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7215/7346366570_eb3c6160a2_s.jpg" style="border: none; height: 75px; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/wurzelsal/7346365860/in/set-72157630006589231/" style="display: block; float: left; height: 75px; padding: 0 0 10px 0; width: 75px;" title="Mines 5"><img alt="Mines 5" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7091/7346365860_9d59c5db99_s.jpg" style="border: none; height: 75px; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px;" /></a><br />
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The "Danger of Death" warning should not be taken lightly. To this day, not all the tunnels and shafts have been mapped. It is not unknown for a thinly covered shaft to suddenly "re-appear" with drops of many hundred feet in places.<br />
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If you comment on this blog, and in numerous other places on the web, you are asked to "prove you are not a robot" by typing into a box the letters that you can read on the screen. These are, as I'm sure you've all seen, written usually in a squiggly type pattern, or in varying sizes and/or fonts although lately I have also seen things like sums and photos of house numbers. The logic of course is that us humans can identify these not so easy to read characters, whereas a computer/robot/spambot won't be able to. Only a month or so ago I remarked how easy they were to read, never having got one wrong. Now, in the last couple of weeks I have had to re-try incorrect entries more often than I have got them right, one actually taking five attempts. So, are these little "tests" being made harder because robots are getting cleverer, is my eyesight getting worse or, and more likely, does my monitor screen need a damn good clean?</div>Wurzelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594910659372643670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602116730882301695.post-36475857947517167632012-05-31T11:24:00.002+01:002012-05-31T11:33:29.463+01:00Loughborough and Chatsworth<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="margin: 0pt;">Mrs Wurzel and myself slipped into history mode last weekend. On Saturday we drove up to Loughborough for my birthday present, a fine dining experience on the <a href="http://www.gcrailway.co.uk/">Great Central Railway</a> . We arrived early and had time to visit the station in the afternoon to find it was operating as it would have done at the height of the steam era with all staff in period costume.</span></div>
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<span style="margin: 0pt;">We returned in the evening to be greeted on a red carpet, and shown to our seats in the first class restaurant carriage by a very attentive waiter (steward?). The first of <a href="http://www.gcrailway.co.uk/Dining/Menus/04112011The_Charnwood_Forester_Menu.pdf">6 courses</a> was already waiting for us, and soon the steam train was on it's way through the Leicestershire countryside. In all the journey was around 3 hours or so, with several stops, one of which was on a bridge in the middle of the Swithland Reservoir, which gave the almost magical appearance of dining whilst floating mid-lake. In what seemed like no time at all we were back from whence we came, but there was no rush for us to leave so plenty of time to finish off the bottle of wine before heading back to our <a href="http://www.premierinn.com/en/hotel/LOUBOR/loughborough">hotel</a> (thoroughly recommended).</span></div>
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<span style="margin: 0pt;">On Sunday we headed off after breakfast for<a href="http://www.chatsworth.org/"> Chatsworth House</a> . Very busy thanks to a surge in interest due to the current TV series about it, but still plenty of room to wander around and explore at your own pace. A very impressive house crammed full of paintings and sculptures, and pretty much everything in between art-wise. In my eyes there was simply <i>too</i> much, there were plenty of fascinating individual pieces but the overall impression was almost too much to take in. The gardens on the other hand were amazing, spacious but with something new (and often unexpected) to see at almost every turn.</span></div>
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<span style="margin: 0pt;">All in all a very enjoyable weekend, certainly helped by the glorious weather, and also the discovery of The Peak District as we drove to Chatsworth, an area now on our list of places to explore in the future.<br />
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On Wednesday evening we had to have one of our cats, Hubble, put to sleep. A blocked bladder caused a very rapid deterioration from fit as a fiddle on Tuesday morning to no hope left (or only one, but that required a lottery win to pay for it ) by Wednesday evening. Much as I find cats very much a far second to dogs in terms of affection it was still an emotional moment when the decision had to be made. I stayed with him throughout the process , and it struck me that at 50 years of age I have seen dead bodies before (animal and human) but this was the first time I had seen anything actually die. A small injection in his leg and he, very peacefully, simply took one last breath and settled his head down comfortably and quite literally passed away. All over in about 30 seconds No fuss, no pain, it was clearly the kindest thing to do. I really can not understand why euthanasia for humans is so taboo, under the right circumstances it has to be a better option than continued suffering. <br />
His twin brother Bubble is no doubt going to miss him - he appeared to be trying to rouse Hubble before we had to take him to the vets so, if cats are able to, he probably understands what has happened. <br />
A thank you as well to the <a href="http://www.alvervets.co.uk/where-we-are/stubbington/">vet</a>, she dealt with what can never be an easy situation in a very efficient but compassionate manner.<br />
R.I.P Hubble :(<br />
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Didier Drogba's penalty hitting the back of the Bayern net signalled more than just the end of the the football season (with apologies to L1 & 2 play-off participants still to come). It also signalled the start of the dreaded "can we make the garden look nice" season .</div>
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So yesterday was a combination of walking around a local <a href="http://www.ngs.org.uk/">NGS</a> garden that was open to the public, searching for inspiration, and wandering aimlessly around a local nursery trying to guess what plants in a 3 inch pot are going to look like in a month or two's time. (Dead probably, but let's stay positive). </div>
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Ended up with half a dozen different plants which I have forced into our 2 hanging baskets outside the front door. Mrs Wurzel was happy with the effort so that's 1 brownie point to my name. Apart from last years <a href="http://wurzelsweb.blogspot.co.uk/2011/10/pumpkin-picked.html">pumpkin episode</a> any attempts at gardening do not usually end up as intended, so I am not expecting a Hanging Gardens of <strike>Babylon</strike> Bursledon but if either basket ends up looking anything like the one below I will be reporting back with pride. Come to think of it I'm sure they've picked the same colours so who knows?</div>
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<br />Wurzelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594910659372643670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602116730882301695.post-46658939435844068902012-05-15T11:35:00.000+01:002012-05-15T11:52:35.522+01:00Meanwhile .....<div style="text-align: justify;">
..... back in the World of Wurzel it would appear that absolutely nothing has happened. Well I seem to have neglected this for 5 whole months anyway. Pick one or more of the following for the reason</div>
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Now I've rekindled the urge let's see how long I can keep it up for this time. First step, change the background picture from beer to coffee, seems more appropriate these days. </div>
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Following a glorious autumnal day (see <a href="http://wurzelsweb.blogspot.com/2011/11/autumn.html">Sunday's post</a>), today, only two days later, it appears winter may finally have arrived. For the first time this year I had to scrape ice from my car windscreen this morning. Not quite to the extent in this photo but ice nevertheless.</div>
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Last week I had a very enjoyable week in Spain with the family. Not content with sitting on the beach all week, one day we took a drive up into the mountains of the Sierra de Espuña. Whist there we came across the village of <a href="http://g.co/maps/97z3n">Aledo</a> seemingly clinging to the edge a steep slope just asking to be explored. Our hire car was a Seat Ibiza, not the biggest of cars but certainly no micro-mini, and as we drove around the almost medieval looking village the streets, presumably designed for donkeys not cars, became narrower and narrower. Soon we had literally inches to spare on either side, and just as I was contemplating folding in the wing mirrors we came upon a right angled left-hand bend. The picture below is one I have found online, I can't be certain but I am pretty sure it was this bend, with us approaching from the right and turning towards the camera position.</div>
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Suddenly a dark curly haired Spaniard appeared in front of the car. There were 4 of us in the car, none saw where he came from . He was just there as if by magic! In rapid, incomprehensible to us, Spanish he gave me instructions, signalling with his hands which way to turn the steering wheel, whilst dancing from side to side inspecting the sides of the car every couple of inches. I still don't know the Spanish for stop, but language wasn't a barrier, I sure knew when he was telling me not to go any further.</div>
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He may have only been wearing jeans and a white t-shirt, no cape or mask, but to us you were our Spanish Super-Hero. If by some chance you ever read this, a big muchas gracias. If you even exist at all that is !</div>
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<br />Wurzelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594910659372643670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602116730882301695.post-19692960601787468062011-10-22T21:47:00.000+01:002011-10-22T21:47:20.212+01:00Gone for a while .... back soon<object width="480" height="360"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/99NgfUpS4rk?version=3&hl=en_GB&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/99NgfUpS4rk?version=3&hl=en_GB&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object>Wurzelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594910659372643670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602116730882301695.post-16067410443716944542011-10-09T10:20:00.001+01:002011-10-09T10:31:31.195+01:00Pumpkin Picked<div><p>A quick update to my <a href="http://wurzelsweb.blogspot.com/2011/09/heavy-plant-crossing.html?">earlier post </a>my first attempt at growing a pumpkin has been picked, weighing in at a decent 35lb 12oz .</p>
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In a few weeks time I am off on holiday . My weeks routine of rest and relaxation usually involves getting stuck into a good book or two, whilst in bed, on the balcony or at the beach. To avoid the overpriced book shops at the airport I generally pay a visit to the local charity shop and select 2 or 3 paperbacks . The advantage is twofold. Cheap enough, usually 50p each or 3 for £1, it doesn't matter if I don't enjoy them or ruin them by dropping then in the pool and once read I don't need to bother bringing them home. Also the purchase price, albeit a small one, goes to a good cause. <br />
Today, in a spare 5 minutes I popped in and selected 3 clearly second hand paper backs. I handed them to the lady behind the counter and delved into my pocketful of change as she rung in £1.50. Ah well, clearly the 3 for a £ no longer applied. Then she picked up the second book and rung in another £1.50. Then done the same with the third before asking me for a total if £4.50. <br />
I was so shocked I handed over a fiver and, mouth agape, silently accepted my 50p change .<br />
When I got outside I checked and indeed all 3 had £1.50 pencilled inside the cover. This despite being second hand and donated freely, and one of them still bearing its original brand new price sticker of £1.99 or 3 for £5.<br />
I have no objection to donating to good causes but this is simply taking the piss. This is the same shop where I once saw a man's shirt in the window priced at £4.99, still in its original Asda wrapper marked £2.99. Indeed charity begins at home, but in future I will stay at home at buy my holiday reading on Amazon. </div>
Wurzelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594910659372643670noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602116730882301695.post-86282921998811703002011-09-11T16:34:00.000+01:002011-09-13T16:02:56.250+01:00Heavy Plant Crossing ?<div style="text-align: justify;">
A few months ago I was out with several friends when one announced that we should have a pumpkin growing competition and produced a handful of small brown envelopes each containing a single seed. (A risky procedure in a crowded pub) I thought I might as well play along and took one.</div>
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Not being a gardener - the occasional lawn mowing is about my limit - I went out into the back garden, made a small hole in the ground with a bit of twig, dropped the seed in and covered it over. Except for the occasional watering during a dry spell (you remember, back in April/May when it didn't rain for ... well a couple of days) that was my sole contribution to what followed.</div>
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As a kid they seemed to go on for ever but never for long enough. As an adult I hate them twofold.</div>
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Firstly because my shop's business includes selling school uniforms, which builds to a peak of frantic stressed parents panicking because the "back to school" day has caught them unaware. Year after year I take a secret smug satisfaction in having sold out of an item that a parent needs "now" because Little Johny/Jane starts school in five minutes and nobody told them what day they started / what uniform they needed / where to get it. Despite 99% of other parents in the school knowing all this, of course it's never <i>their</i> fault. And why they think if they repeat the words "What am I going to do now" over and over again I'll be able to magic one out of thin air I've never understood.</div>
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But frantic as it all becomes, it's a necessary part of business. My second, but much bigger "hate" is the fact that my wife works as a teaching assistant. Not only can she spend the beautiful summer days lazing around sunbathing in the garden (well not this year obviously) she gets to have 6 weeks of lie ins. Accustomed as I am to having a nice "wake-me-up" cup of tea brought to me in bed (who are you calling spoilt ?) I spend the summer weeks getting myself up and - shock horror - having to make my own cuppa.</div>
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<br />Wurzelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594910659372643670noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602116730882301695.post-41875924942121194432011-08-17T15:30:00.001+01:002011-08-17T15:31:17.957+01:00What A Difference 37.5 Years Makes<div style="text-align: justify;">2nd February 1974</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Old Division 1</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Ipswich 7 Southampton 0</b></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">Saints had travelled to Ipswich (if my memory serves me correctly it was a Saturday night time match for reasons I can't remember) and put up not much of a display at all in a 7-0 thrashing which I listened to in my bedroom. Much later that night, possibly into the early hours of the morning, I awoke to the noise of the party that my parents were hosting. I started to wander downstairs in my pyjamas to see what all the noise was about only to find my way blocked by none other than Eric Martin, the Saints goalkeeper who had let in 7 earlier that evening, and a few other players from the same team.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was incensed (or as incensed as a young half asleep child in his pyjamas can be when unexpectedly coming across one of his heroes in his own home) and started ripping into Eric telling him what a disgrace it was that they were out enjoying themselves after playing so badly and letting the team down blah blah blah.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Eric calmly stopped his conversation with his team mates, drew on his fag, dipped two fingers into what I (probably naively) assumed was lemonade, and with a quick flick of the wrist shot drink into both my eyes, whilst uttering, in his broad Scottish accent, the immortal words "Fuck off kid"</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So I did.:(</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">We've played each other and beaten each other many times since, but last night we finally gave them the long awaited thrashing in revenge. Listening on the radio the final scoreline flattered Ipswich. But more importantly is the total professionalism of the players nowadays. The club has been through a terrible few years, it's actual existence being in doubt only just over 2 years ago. Since then the club has been transformed from top to bottom and the whole ethos is reflecting in the way the team plays. Back in 74 a professional footballer was just a very good footballer (this didn't necessarily apply in Southampton's case) who got paid to play. Now they have so much scientific research into their fitness and diets there is simply no comparison. I doubt any footballer with any respect for his profession would be caught smoking nowadays, although I'm sure they still partake in the odd after match lemonnade or two (all in the interest of team spirit of course).</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In years gone by a Tuesday night Saints away game was a home banker whoever the opposition. Now our 9th consecutive league victory has smashed club records and had me casting an eye on the all time record (6 more needed for that). A 7-0 thrashing by any side simply seems out of the question at the moment.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">There was one similarity with 37 odd years ago though. I once again listened to the game in my (considerably bigger) pyjamas. Some things never change.</div><br />
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Wurzelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594910659372643670noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602116730882301695.post-5042765143897854072011-08-15T01:17:00.002+01:002011-08-15T07:36:52.201+01:00Carlsberg don't do Saturdays ..................<div>..............But if they did England cricket would go top of the world, Southampton would go top of the league, Pompey would lose at home after missing a last minute penalty and I would win the lottery.<br />
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Clearly Carlsberg can only influence sporting events.Wurzelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594910659372643670noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602116730882301695.post-25179959418242893352011-08-13T11:51:00.000+01:002011-08-13T11:51:46.560+01:00That's It - Times Up<div style="text-align: justify;">The deadline has been and gone. The annual obsession that Fantasy Football has now started. The cut off time for making changes to my start of season line-up has passed. I am stuck with the team I have (apart from the allowed one a week transfers). Not a ball has been kicked in earnest yet, but my team already bears little resemblance to my original selection. With one game featuring two of my players called off, one player sold, one listed as injured and four listed as doubtful there's already been a lot of head scratching and tinkering going on.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The next 9 months will be full of statistic studying, watching games I have no interest in, regular checking of rival players teams, a tweak here or there and no doubt wholesale changes within the rules of the game. For what reason? None, other than the satisfaction of picking a team capable of beating mates in our private league. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The bigger question, and the one that needs serious action to resolve, is who is to blame for those taking part thinking that it is ok for them to act in such a manner. Unfortunately the answer, in my opinion, is all of us. The majority apprehended so far appear to have been in the late-teen age group so are what could loosely be described as a generation. Keeping (as best I can) political bias out of the following list, this is a generation that has grown up with (in no particular order):-</div><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>Parents that have been allowed to shirk their responsibilities in teaching their children the difference between right and wrong and the true meaning of respect for themselves and others. Children have grown up thinking that they can act as they like without any responsibility for the consequences (some even seem unaware that actions <i>have</i> consequences)</li>
<li>Teachers who are unable to force a child to behave and/or knuckle down and learn because they may be accused of infringing the child's "human rights".</li>
<li>Schools wasting more resources on the disruptive minority than the majority who are there to learn.</li>
<li>Police who must be sick to death of apprehending criminals (especially juveniles) only to see the courts hand out the softest of punishments (if any at all) sending out the message that breaking the rules doesn't really matter. And afraid to take split second decisions when urgent action is needed for fear of later prosecutions if anything goes wrong.</li>
<li>A system of benefits and tax credits that have almost enslaved a portion of society to non-employment. Even those that genuinely want to work find that to take a job means that due to loss of benefits they would actually be worse off. </li>
<li>Unrestricted immigration which means that many that are prepared to work find that jobs have already been filled by others coming here from other countries.</li>
<li>No sense of true leadership in the country. Agree or disgree with her policies can you think of any PM, or MP even for that matter that has truly given the impression of being a Leader capable of being in charge of the country since Thatcher?. The expenses scandal also lost a lot of respect for the government, many seeing it as "them getting away with it"</li>
<li>Concentration of academic acheivement at the expense of vocational training. Admittedly everyone has the same opportunity in our education system, but there are some who are simply not capable of (or not interested in) academic acheivement. They may well be capable of laying bricks (just one random example) and earn good money from it but where is the vocational training in schools to help direct them down a more suitable path?</li>
<li>A growing culture of instant gratification, an "I want it and I want it now" attitude. Reward without effort. We've all seen reports of how much the likes of (for example) Wayne Rooney or Rio Ferdinand earns How many that aspire to his lifestyle have been shown the dedication time and effort it took them to get to the top of their profession to be able to earn it. </li>
<li>The banking crisis has caused economic difficulty which can breed resentment. The banks <i>had</i> to be bailed out, the alternative would have been far worse. Yet I have never seen an official version of why, set out in a simple everyday language to help people understand the situation. Lack of understanding fuels resentment </li>
<li>An environment where "political correctness" often over rules common sense, and the "rights" of criminals seem to take precedence over the rights of victims.</li>
</ul><div style="text-align: justify;">I have long said that allowing a section of our society to grow up with the attitudes of those seen causing the problems this week is a bigger threat to our country than any terrorist group. Maybe this week was the wake up call the country needs. I said above we are all to blame, what I meant is that, in general, we have all allowed the above factors to happen with no real protest. Maybe the country as a whole needs to be a bit more pro-active when it is clear that things are going wrong with society, instead of moaning about it amongst ourselves but effectively burying our heads in the sand. Although I am now treading on dangerous ground, some would say that is exactly what <i>has</i> been going on this week. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">What are the answers? I don't have them. It's often said that National Service bred respect and responsibility. I can't see that ever being reintroduced, but maybe some form of Citizenship test should be passed before a child is considered an adult?. Punish parents for the actions of their children? Maybe parents need to pass a test before they can actually <i>have </i>children.? It should be ensured that no-one who actively wants to work should be worse off by taking it. No-one should be able to simply avoid work (out of choice) and live off the state without contributing something back. And above and beyond somehow a sense of community, of togetherness, or responsibility and respect to ones neighbourhood needs to be installed. Maybe the Krays and their like had the right idea all along?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's important to remember that despite the huge media frenzy over the disturbances those taking part are still in the vast majority in our country. I'd like to think that the picture below of one of the many clean up operations by volunteers still represents the true England. But, if problems continue to be ignored, for how long?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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Wurzelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594910659372643670noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602116730882301695.post-34490167010365911442011-08-01T10:20:00.001+01:002011-08-01T11:00:54.664+01:00Picture problems ?<div style="text-align: justify;">Hmmm. It appears the 2 pictures in the previous posts uploaded directly from my phone via the blogger app aren't of the best quality. I'll have to see what's gone wrong. No doubt there'll be a setting somewhere that needs a tweak or two. Having said that, the signal in the areas they were sent from, surrounded by high cliffs, was so hit and miss I'm amazed they ever got uploaded at all !</div>Wurzelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594910659372643670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602116730882301695.post-91099484577322887172011-07-30T13:48:00.001+01:002011-07-30T13:48:13.904+01:00On the Beach<div><p>Sennen Cove</p>
<br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfWJsB8gsknDJEnPf76xODx1ufHSHjIBadZQ8TIB45g1bYXMmUV8P-N1eVokxXzALIlr010WJ6HMa2iGqkSFUyP9AKILqgqsIZv5f7swDtWjQfGnLH2p-ORvuLBnsJge4p-uAhh3adDFo0/' /></div>Wurzelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594910659372643670noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602116730882301695.post-14443148865976281072011-07-29T18:45:00.001+01:002011-07-29T23:14:40.314+01:00240 Miles For An Ice Cream ...<div><p>... And it was shut. The view was worth it though </p>
<br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxwUBBl9SHU612VHLBjUQ0jjkX2tBqqz9YyDk-FRfHSrkuL8y7LaEuJJrVBvft4vaAKO0uHfKEBS3Mg5qkUkJfd9auAcqYJ43EGo4rxCgmYHHl465jIYTGTsQ5h4MgvC3qOviwTVIcgcyU/' /></div>Wurzelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594910659372643670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602116730882301695.post-29209071223377428852011-07-24T08:27:00.002+01:002011-07-24T09:13:42.986+01:00Take Me Down To The Ball Park<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijv4xLevpqUgw9tsCn3NfbeCw_A5gH1O3hnQgpkHInnIw49JCpw_5Oy3xxE1p8zEXeaDQ0uh1Is1TcGSpp4wGlIaXPb9cIYRiH6Z869O3cTHoqbzlTI0Avnc2NBxzhMJ5TAXBbUHFoSEI-/s1600/seattle_mariners.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijv4xLevpqUgw9tsCn3NfbeCw_A5gH1O3hnQgpkHInnIw49JCpw_5Oy3xxE1p8zEXeaDQ0uh1Is1TcGSpp4wGlIaXPb9cIYRiH6Z869O3cTHoqbzlTI0Avnc2NBxzhMJ5TAXBbUHFoSEI-/s320/seattle_mariners.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">This year, thanks to receiving ESPN America and excellent coverage on the internet via <a href="http://www.mlb.com/">MLB</a> I have finally got to understand the game of baseball. At the start of the season I picked a team to follow at random and went for the <a href="http://%20http//seattle.mariners.mlb.com/index.jsp?c_id=sea">Seattle Mariners </a>. A team that as I later found out , have never really done anything , being one of only two teams never to have reached a (over inflated ego style titled ) World Series.<br />
Following the games has been easy . The time difference means most are played whilst I sleep but a quick check on my phone every morning tells me all I need to know. The statistics give a comprehensive indication of how the game went ( more like cricket than football in that respect ) with video highlights of all the major incidents . Game by game the rules and tactics all started to make sense.<br />
Just like Southampton my football team always seem to do, they started the season badly. A good recovery saw them challenging for a play off place untill suddenly things went off the rails . Now 100 games into the 162 game season they are currently on an unwanted team equaling record of 14 defeats in a row . I'd imagine that they will be going into todays game with some trepidation. <br />
I'll follow the rest of the season with interest. The question is, having absolutely no connection with Seattle do I stick with them forever or pick a new team to follow next year. After all I entered their free ticket competition on Twitter explaining that I deserved 2 free tickets to a game because they were my newly adopted team in a new sport and a real life game would only help me appreciate them and the sport even more, but travel expenses would need to be included. I didn't win - maybe another team would appreciate my support a bit more.</div><br />
</div>Wurzelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594910659372643670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602116730882301695.post-75716119031545312662011-07-22T09:50:00.006+01:002011-07-23T12:58:51.426+01:00Lucky Escape.<div style="text-align: justify;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr style="color: blue;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">He didn't really look like this</span></i></td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="font-size: small;">Whilst driving last night I rounded a bend and could see about 200 yards ahead of me the aftermath of an accident, with 2 cars off road on a forecourt being attended by an ambulance. As I approached a policeman stood out in the road, hand raised. I pulled up, assuming he was asking me to stop to let the ambulance pull out. I then spotted the exasperated look on his face and realised he was waving me in to the side of the road. I pulled in and wound down the window.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">" What is the speed limit on this stretch of road sir? " He asked</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">"40" I replied confidently</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No it's 30"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">My expression changed from confusion to slow realisation as out of the corner of my eye I spotted the 40 sign set in a big yellow square another 100 yards down the road "Oh shit!" (possibly not the best expression to have used at the time) " No! 40 starts just down there doesn't it "</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">He nodded knowingly showing me his hand held thing displaying 39m.p.h. (gulp!) and then went on to point out that he was only there to deal with the accident caused by others going too fast.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">He then asked " Do you really want your evening to end with 3 points and a £60 fine?" I guess the question was really rhetorical but before my brain could stop it my mouth had already sprung into action with " I'd sooner not if you don't mind".</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Thankfully he smiled and waved me on my way with a gentle warning to take more care in future.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Thinking afterwards, the gentle warning was just as, if not more, effective than the speeding fine I received after being caught by an anonymous camera van 4 or 5 years ago. Having the accident itself pointed out as an outcome of excessive speed was testimony enough. And being shown the speed at the time whilst the road layout was still fresh in my mind made me realise that the S bend I'd just come round immediately followed by a junction, a pub car park exit, an awkward junction (scene of the accident) next to a forecourt with another 2 junctions (one half hidden) and another pub car park all within about 400 yards or so actually did warrant a 30mph limit. (Local readers may be able to work out the location from that). I was surprised I had actually reached 39mph - and possibly more as I would have still been accelerating when he "zapped" me - so soon after the previous right turn (although I had spent the entire journey accelerating quickly after reading that my 1.8 engine would be more economical if you accelerate hard up to 5th gear speeds as quickly as possible instead of driving like a granny with gentle acceleration in the lower gears). Instead of the annoyance that I felt when previously caught on camera, the personal approach left me feeling relieved to be let off but also that I actually owed it to the officer to take a bit more care in future. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">As I drove off I could see him in my mirror already back out in the road, stopping cars heading towards him in the opposite direction to me - I hope he was as lenient with all of them.</span></div>Wurzelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594910659372643670noreply@blogger.com1