Tuesday, December 07, 2021

Harry Bennett!

 

I’ve been listening to Alan Bennett (Untold Stories) on an old CD-R someone copied for us.  If you find some faux Bennett er, thingies in this (never having quite got the measure of parody or, more accurately never quite having found a style of my own) er, that’ll be the reason.  My ‘partner’ (following AB, I hereby explain that I’ve never been comfortable with this description - AB would have a more accurate word there and the punctuation would also be better.  Not married and being a couple of decades past the word ‘girlfriend’ I use it, but it smacks of what feels like part of the modern trend towards the inaccurate use of words).  Not being AB I have to repeat so as not to get lost…ahem, my partner goes to a local community café place to find it closed as one of the royal princes has come to shake hands with the goats that they have in the yard or something.  I expect that if the question occurs as to whether the café serves curried goat (if he’s ever heard of such a thing) he won’t ask it.  I guess it’ll be William and not Harry.  Their ubiquity in the news ensuring that my ignorance of which was who which I carried as a badge of republican honour for years means that I’m pretty sure that Harry is in America suing Oprah Winfrey or selling candles or something.

This makes me ponder one of those questions that are sometimes posed by columnists in right-wing newspapers.  Or were anyway.  A random memory from a long time back along the lines of ‘if we don’t have a monarchy who could we possibly have as a president?  President Hattersley?!’ (the now very veteran Labour politician) being the guffawing riposte which doesn’t sound so stupid now.  I was wondering who would be good as a ceremonial head of state and if say 15 years ago President Attenborough had been suggested wouldn’t he have done?  Shirley Williams (another veteran labour person) would have worked too I think.  Or president Ken Clarke?  The point is that you can actually find these people and surely it’d be better than having people who are there simply via having a tenuous connection to some warlord from a thousand years ago.  

I say tenuous.  When ‘Who Do You Think You Are?’ did comedian Josh Widdecombe they found a connection to ‘the royal family’ and as you might expect went on about it at some length.  A quick calculation (by me, not them, I guess it’s the kind of thing that either didn’t occur or would have seemed churlish to mention, royal connections still being positive things in the modern world) quickly revealed that there were nearly 1,000 other people he was descended from (working this out by going 2 parents, 4 grand parents, 8 grand-grand parents and so on).  I guess royal families are more in-bred but it does seem weird that we get someone who is ‘royal’ due to them having a very vague connection to the thieves, tyrants and warmongers of yesteryear round to fondle our good clean Northern goats.  We are very backwards and old fashioned – bring on the eighteenth century!   


A Sadness of Wasps

 Wasps eh?  Never liked them much.  In fact I’ve always been one of those people jumping and flailing and running when one appears.  ‘Just keep still’ never cut it with me and I still want someone else to deal with one if it appears.  So over last summer we saw dozens of the little blighters flying into a hole in the side of the house – seemingly into the space between a skylight and the (relatively) new ceiling in the downstairs toilet.  So what to do?  And what does it reveal about oneself?

First thought – ‘I’ve got some anti wasps nest power somewhere’ – ‘you flick it about like you’re about to do an old fashioned lady armpit shave and they er, go away’.  ‘Or die or something’.  

The second thought is something like ‘but what would Chris Packham say?’ This backed up by a recently memory of him on the telly talking about wasps being really useful and amazing and all that mixed in with a bit of ‘who are we to kill them?’

So we decide that since they aren’t really bothering us (apart from a reported buzzing in the ceiling which leads me to abandon downstairs toilet use amid visions of huge wasps nests crashing through the ceiling and being engulphed in 100 million angry toilet wasps) we can probably just leave them and they’ll er, go away.  They buzz about and in the autumn they’ll die off and go away and apparently they don’t come back to the same place.  OK, we’ll do that. 

The plan seems to work.  Weeks pass and one day we find a small dead wasp on the stair carpet.  No idea where it’s come from except that it’s unlikely to have come from outside as we don’t generally have windows open when it’s not high summer (don’t get me started on those people who leave their radiators on just below open windows on cold days).  For about 2 months we find 2 or 3 small, not quite dead wasps in the hall and on the stairs.  We assume there’s a small hole in the cupboard that the odd one gets through from the space over the toilet (maybe this is how evolution works, except in this case the brave adventurous squeezy hole-y wasps find the carpet and not a new and productive place to fly to to breed the next generation).  But it’s been a mild Autumn, they’ll be gone soon surely?  November comes around and the number of small, drowsy wasps on the floor (or on the window initially followed a few hours or a day or so later by an unseen slump to the floor) remains consistent.  They’re small and, partly due to them not flying, and partly I think being only a bit bigger and slightly more curvy than hover flies (which I don’t mind – why is the curve of a wasp so disturbing?!) I don’t find this too bad.  And someone else is clearing them up and dumping them in the bin, though I shudder on the odd occasion I’ve had to do it myself using a dustpan and brush for distance, the use of a piece of kitchen roll being far too close a contact for me.   


One of the worst parts of this whole thing is the musing on life and death and what it teachers you about yourself.  I don’t learn that I don’t like wasps or don’t like clearing up dead things (or worse, nearly dead things) but I do realise that I’d much rather let them die than kill them.  Somewhere there’s a voice telling me to ‘finish them off it’s the kindest thing to do’.  But I’m happier letting them writhe, buzz, expire, buzz a bit more and then actually expire than I am intervening with a shoe or fly swat or spray (that we don’t actually have) or newspaper (that we also don’t really have) or whatever.  Who am I to kill them?  But who am I to rescue them?  That seems to be what I should do – get them outside where they can quickly die in the cold?  These particular wasps seem more sympathetic than most.  They’re small, they not flying, they’re not landing on you and stinging you when you brush them off not realising that they’re there.  And Chris Packham has explained that they’re not the bad guys that we may have been led to believe.  Wood pigeons good, pigeons in town ‘flying rats’, red squirrels good, grey ones bad, bees good wasps bad, rats bad, hamsters good, roses good, nettles bad, slugs bad, ladybirds good – who can keep up with the value judgements of the householder or gardener?       

The last week in November comes and I come in late at night to find a big, scary, curvy wasp flying round the light bulb I’ve just switched on.  I shiver, turn the light off and run away upstairs.  It’s found in a similar state to the smaller ones in the morning – but this bigger one takes longer to die and even when it is apparently dead it might not be.  So it gets left and eventually gets cleared away by someone else after I’ve jumped around the hall or up 2 stairs at a time to ignore it.  

Then as if to some sort of schedule another lone, large wasp appears bouncing round the window with what appears to be loads of energy which soon dissipates and it ends up on the floor.  Then another and another.  One or two a day (don’t panic there is no dramatic climax to come here – so far anyway).  It’s now a week into December and still they come.  Today there’s one on the bedroom window which I bravely try to steer out with a magazine though it won’t stay on it and I fail.  Last seem crawling across the bedroom carpet heading for the landing.  I’ve taken to looking in my shoes before putting them on now.  I hear that these big wasps might be ‘queens’ or something – but how many does a wasps nest have?  On the way out of the house I occasionally have a look round to the hole they’ve been going in and out of.  Quiet.  Until next time when there are a dozen wasps flying around.  Kind of hoping for a hard frost over a few days.  At some point maybe in February when I’m more confident that they’re dead I’ll gum up the hole.  Might even peer through the top of the toilet skylight expecting to see an intricate nightmare world of (hopefully) abandoned wasps’ nest.  Which will be left as far too scary to move.  The skylight hasn’t been opened for decades so it’d probably break if it were opened.  Honest.   

But nowadays when I see one on the floor I take to musing on life and death and thinking ‘poor little bastard’ (not quite reaching as far as ‘poor little thing’, though they do seem a bit pathetic) and I think that gently expiring on a carpet in a warmish house just running out of energy probably isn’t that bad a way to die.


Saturday, October 23, 2021

Is the power still connected?

A bit of post in the hall and the pot plants need a water but the old blog / website seems to be still here after not updating for a while.  Mainly here due to having a gig coming up - Saturday 30th October at the Thunderbolt in Bristol supporting the Cud band.  Tempted to drone on about the government, anti-vaxxers, people parking on all the footpaths and other assorted nonsense but maybe on another occasion...

Tuesday, July 28, 2020

It's a bit dusty in here...

Looks like there's not been much posting round here recently.  Partly this is because I think I've moaned about most of the things I most obviously want to moan about - and perhaps partly being worn out and worn down by all the on-line nonsense where you have to pick a side and a party line and if you get it wrong even down to a tiny slice of inexactitude everyone piles in and it tires you out.  Not that I've suffered from a lot of that myself I guess though I am sick of that internet thing 'you'll never guess what this person said, click here'.  I'm still pissed off by people parking on the footpath and all the rest but fed up with 'engagement' i.e. being wound up.    

Anyway...I guess it just hasn't felt like I've had the time to come on here and go on about stuff.  I've written and partly recorded a load of songs with my mates Simon Smith and Alaric Lewis as The Sunny Smiles Three and so some effort will be re-directed there.  We're at www.thesunnysmilesthree.com

There may well be some updates on there otherwise you can find me on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/johnparkesacoustic/ - You can also find the Sunny Smiles Three there https://www.facebook.com/thesunnysmilesthree/

And there are loads of videos either already up or on their way to https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCdJzSuYkM7jwbiZbtT4wmbw 

You never know, I may get a renewed enthusiasm for posting but I'm guessing that there won't be much...

Tuesday, December 04, 2018

Domain thing that happened today roundabout here...

I just bought some new domain names (hence 'domain thing' today - gedditt??) - one is a band name and one is for film-making.  The band is the one where top bass player Alaric Lewis and top drummer Simon Smith play along with me and it all sounds great.  We're got a fair few songs 'in the can' as they say and some of it will get released (as they say) when I get myself together and get the money (as I say).  When I say 'film making' I mean music videos really.  Mostly the sort of thing that I've put on YouTube relatively recently - but thought I might set something up that's a bit more standaloney.

Am I going to tell you what they are?  No, not for now.  It's for the exciting stuff happening 'soon' - which in my world means sometime in the next 5 years probably if I'm not dead by then...Which has been predicted - more on that anon...   

Sunday, December 02, 2018

Definitely worth the rusk...

If you were wondering what happened to www.johnparkes.com I sold it.  I was offered money, I wasn't using it directly as it were (its been redirected to this blog for a while now) so I sold it to another John Parkes in the United States who really wanted it.  In return for money. 

I'm hoping that people can still find me via Bandcamp or here or by Googling 'John Parkes music' or some-such so I thought it worth the risk.  Or rusk as I initially typed...

I'm going to buy some more domain names for 'other projects' as they say.  More on that soonish.

 

It's definitely not paaayyyydddaaaayyy!

Why do Premier Inn (and others) keep emailing me telling me that ‘it’s pay day’ when it’s not.  Not only is it apparently payday but in Premier Inn world “It’s paaayyyddddaaaayyy!” and “That all-important payday before Christmas is finally here!”

Presumably some people have jobs when they get paid at the end of the month but I’ve never had one.  It’s not something I’ve questioned people on much but when I have found out when someone is paid it’s never so far as I can remember at the end of the month.  Do all hotel chains or marketing firms pay their staff at the end of the month?  Whatever, it just makes marketing people even more idiotic in my eyes (if that’s possible).  It's not payday...