Thursday, August 15, 2019

More of Wot I Have Read…


This How You Lose the Time War by Amal-El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone

This book has an unusual format to it, alternating between the two main characters and the letters they exchange the narrative slowly reveals elements of them both, their worlds and the conflict between their respective groups. Much is left to the reader’s imagination, which I think is good as it is a complex setting that would only get in the way of the building relationship between the two foes.


‘Among the ashes of a dying world, an agent of the Commandant finds a letter. It reads: Burn before reading. Thus begins an unlikely correspondence between two rival agents hellbent on securing the best possible future for their warring factions. Now, what began as a taunt, a battlefield boast, grows into something more. Something epic. Something romantic. Something that could change the past and the future. Except the discovery of their bond would mean death for each of them. There’s still a war going on, after all. And someone has to win that war. That’s how war works. Right?’

Rain Stops Play…


Recently we visited the Oval with the family as part of a birthday present to Sue’s sport mad brother Chris. The game of cricket was the Gloucestershire vs Surrey T20 Blast. Gloucestershire were first into bat and later, part way through the Surrey innings, the rain stopped play. Surrey lost by the DLS method (not to be confused with the pop group).

Getting a Man in…

Work has been done on the house (the exterior painted, roof repaired, kitchen lights replaced, taps and shower cubicle replaced) and as I am not a proficient DIYer we employed some of Sue’s Brother’s guys to do the work. They had to struggle through some challenging weather (heatwave and then thunderstorms on different days), but the work has been done. Sue subsequently partially repainted the bathroom to freshen it up and it all looks very smart now.

Sitting in a Field…


Sue, Deb and I enjoyed another Wickham Music Festival (we visited a couple of years ago). This is a lovely small event with only two main tents and several smaller stages scattered around one field. There were several big names from days gone by performing (Gilbert O’Sullivan, Level 42, Judy Collins, Ralph McTell, Graham Nash etc.) and many lesser known acts.

We were lucky for the weather for the most part as it was dry and not too hot during the weekend, the only notable rain started on the morning we started to pack up, resulting in us having to dry out the tent in the garden later when we got home, before packing it away completely for another year.

Among the many acts that we saw performing during the weekend were the following (in no particular order):
  • -          Matthews Southern Comfort
  • -          Graham Nash (he still has it)
  • -          Skinny Lister (a great act that style themselves shanty-punk)
  • -          The Proclaimers (we saw them here before and they were very good)
  • -          National Youth Folk Ensemble (an impressive collective of young artists)
  • -          The Outside Track
  • -          The Bar Steward Sons of Val Doonican (a very funny novelty act)
  • -          The Spooky Mens Chorale (their usual fabulous selves)
  • -          Le Vent Du Nord
  • -          Baka Beyond (a very interesting fusion of sounds)
  • -          Dreadzone (a foot-stomping good reggae act)
  • -          Stanley Jordan (for a short time – a virtuoso guitar performance, but not what we were after)
  • -          Level 42 (short time – not quite what they used to be)
  • -          Siobhan Miller
  • -          Will Pound & Eddy Jay
  • -          Cara Dillon
  • -          Dervish
  • -          The Men They Couldn’t Hang (some)
  • -          Frank Turner & the Sleeping Souls (some – not overly impressed)
  • -          Afro Celt Sound System (great lively performance)
  • -          Winters Hill,
  • -          Sam Kelly & the Lost Boys
  • -          Jamie Smith’s Mabon
  • -          Ross Ainslie & Ali Hutton’s Symbiosis
  • -          Blazin’ Fiddles (some)
  • -          Treacherous Orchestra
  • -          The Kiefer Sutherland Band (suitably impressed)
  • -          Alabama 3 (a very moving performance after the loss recently of one of the founder members)

There were also a few dance groups (we saw our local Boxhill Bedlam side), and many wandering acts such as the Dinosaur Group, a tall Scotsman and his rude dog, the Sniffer Dog Patrol, a large tortoise etc.

Tuesday, July 23, 2019

Cultural Day Out…


We visited the Watts Gallery located between Guildford and Godalming near the A3. It was the creation of George Frederic Watts and his wife Mary, both very accomplished artists working in the influence of the Arts and Crafts movement. At the gallery, along with paintings and sculptures by Watts, was an exhibition of some of John Frederick Lewis’s works, and we were very impressed with these and his ability to capture the light and character in his subjects.  

Also at this site they have an artist village where you can take part on courses of a variety of artistic techniques. You can visit their home, Limnerslease, decorated by Mary and containing a reproduction of George’s studio. A short walk down the road you can also visit the remarkable Watts Chapel and its breath-taking interior decorations. We spent a very enjoyable time explore all there was on offer and afterwards went for a drink at the nearby Withies Inn before heading home.

50 Year Tour…


In celebration of their 50th year the Aldbury Morris Men went for their annual weekend away to Winchester with the Hemlock Morris and we tagged along too.

It happened to be the Hat Fair in town (nothing to do with making hats – the term refers to street performers handing out the hat for donations), and they were scheduled to make a few appearances on the Saturday.

Sue an I arrived early on the Friday and explored the town including the Cathedral, The Great Hall (with Arthur’s Round Table), Wolvesey Castle ruins (the Old Bishop’s Palace) and the working old city mill. We had a lovely lunch at the River Cottage Kitchen, sitting on the terrace and watching the opening parade to the festivities. That evening we caught up with Terry and Katharine for dinner and then joined a few others for a musical jam at a nearby pub.

The next day we followed the sides around as they danced in town and went with them on an outing to The Royal Oak in Fritham, New Forrest, where we met Marc and his Aunt.

We stayed at the Winchester Royal while we were in town.

More of Wot I have Read…


Apparently, this is the 11th book in the Eagles of the Empire series following the adventures of Roman soldiers Cato and Marco. It is an easy read the rolls along at a comfortable pace without offering too many challenges to the reader.

‘The city of Rome in AD 50 is a dangerous place. Treachery lurks on every corner, and a shadowy Republican movement, ‘the Liberators’, has spread its tentacles wide. It is feared that the heart of the latest plot lies in the ranks of the Praetorian Guard. Uncertain of whom he can trust, the Imperial Secretary Narcissus summons to Rome two courageous men guaranteed to be loyal to the grave: army veterans Prefect Cato and Centurion Macro.

Tasked with infiltrating the Guard, Cato and Macro face a daunting test to win the trust of their fellow soldiers. No sooner have they begun to unearth the details of the Liberators’ devious plan than disaster strikes: an old enemy who could identify them, with deadly consequences, makes an unexpected appearance. Now they face a race against time to save their own lives before they can unmask the mastermind behind the Liberators…’



a Booker Prize award winning novel that has a unique style to it, presented as quotes as if it was an interview of the characters within the story or references as part of research. It results in a strange, otherworldly and oddly engaging narrative.

‘The American Civil War rages while President Lincoln's beloved eleven-year-old son lies gravely ill. In a matter of days, Willie dies and is laid to rest in a Georgetown cemetery. Newspapers report that a grief-stricken Lincoln returns to the crypt several times alone to hold his boy's body.

From this seed of historical truth, George Saunders spins an unforgettable story of familial love and loss that breaks free of realism, entering a thrilling, supernatural domain both hilarious and terrifying. Willie Lincoln finds himself trapped in a transitional realm - called, in Tibetan tradition, the bardo - and as ghosts mingle, squabble, gripe and commiserate, and stony tendrils creep towards the boy, a monumental struggle erupts over young Willie's soul.’

Sun, Sea and Champagne…

For Sue’s birthday, this year we rented a cottage in the small seaside town of Whitstable on the north Kent coast looking out across the Thames estuary. It is a fishing town with a thriving oyster industry, famous since Roman times for the Native Oyster beds.

The town was also known for one of the earliest passenger railway services, nicknamed the Crab & Winkle line. The old steam engine, Invicta, has been restored and returned to the town museum.

The diving helmet was an invention of the area that was used in salvage work in deep waters.

Out in the estuary are several sea forts (also known as Maunsell forts), large military installations that served as protection against ships and planes during WWII. Now they share the waters with a large wind turbine array that provides power to the country. We took a stimulating boat trip out to the Red Sands installation (once later used as a pirate radio station) that took us right through the edge of the wind farm. Further up the coast is another installation that has declared itself the independent Principality of Sealand.

Naturally we enjoyed many various seafood dishes, eating at the Whitstable Oyster Company restaurant, the oldest restaurant in town – Wheelers, and picking up bits in the market next to the harbour. We did mix it up with Mexican inspired street food at the fun Dirties bar and restaurant in town. As is our way the food was washed down with liberal application of alcoholic beverages.

The weather was unusually hot, reaching well into the 30’s on Saturday, and we were out early wandering around town, up to the ‘castle’, down along Tankerton beach (ice cream in hand), back to the harbour (a fortifying drink in The Harbour Garden CafĂ©) before venturing out onto the water to visit the forts and windfarm (at least it was cooler out on the water). When we returned, we had lunch and further explored the town. Watching the sunset whilst sitting on the beach was very memorable.

On Sunday, we had a leisurely breakfast and then drove off to visit the lovely Ightham Mote historical house and gardens as they were having a display from a local sculpture group and we had not been back here for a while.

We picked up some provisions and returned home to relax in the sunshine some more. A very good weekend away. 

Friday, June 21, 2019

More of Wot I have Heard…


We returned to the Isle of Wight Festival this year as a treat for our eldest godson Tom. Sue’s sister Deb also joined us and we stayed at the Silver Glades Caravan Park in the same van we had a few years previously with my mum. We travelled after work on Friday (after Tom’s final exam) and took the ferry from Southampton to East Cowes, then across the floating bridge to West Cowes and on to the caravan park. We went into Yarmouth for dinner at the Blue Crab before having an evening stroll along the pier. While there we saw several black RIBs powering up the Solent without any lights on, they turned towards the harbour and switch on the lights as they cruised in – not sure who they were (we speculated that they might be military, Deb thought they might be delivering her some Milk Tray chocolates).

After breakfast, we drove to a parking spot near the festival site (I volunteered to drive as getting a taxi could have been a bit of an issue later). We were at the gates when they opened at 11am and exploring the site not long after.
It was clear that the weather was not going to be great (some reports of previous days told of a tornado and torrential rain), so we came prepared. As it was the rain was light and patchy and eventually cleared up completely at sunset.
I was wearing my festival top hat (complete with goggles) and my oilskin duster coat, looking a bit like a steampunk cowboy, which got a few comments – positive ones too – from strangers, even an invitation to join a Steampunk Festival the following weekend.
We started at one of the smaller tents and watched a couple of lesser known bands: Floodhounds and The Dead Freights.

At the Big Top we saw Stitch, who impressed us all very much.

After that we moved to set up a place in front of the main stage and as we arrived Andrew Roachford was just finishing. Here we watched KT Tunstall sing her hits, Anne-Marie played up to her pop princess image, Sundara Karma were unknowns who surprised us (the lead singer had a David Bowie’esque sound on some songs), Rick Astley was enthusiastic and fun (he also played the drums on an AC/DC cover), Bastille were just fantastic (they also had a cameo from Rick Astley on the drums for one song), George Ezra had damaged his foot and sat down through his performance which was very polished (he did talk a lot, explaining each song) that culminated in fireworks, and finally, the headliner for Saturday, Fatboy Slim, who put on a particularly impressive show with exciting video images, smoke cannons, laser displays and a thumping sound.

It all finished at about midnight.

The next day we headed off to catch the return ferry at 12:30 and drove back to the Whittenburry’s for a Father’s Day meal as we joined their family.

Sue and I were back home in bed early, still tired from the night before, thankful we only went for the one day.

Tuesday, June 11, 2019

Green Fingers…


As penance for our excesses we spent the weekend working in our garden getting it tidy (fixing down a deck plank where a wasp nest was evicted from underneath, jet washing the said deck, cutting and trimming and pruning and weeding the greenery until it was all spic and span. We do need to do a few more chores such as paint the fences and wooden furniture, but it is looking much better now.


Afterwards we went to visit 7 local gardens as part of the Pip Brook Open Gardens event in the village that aims to raise funds for a Peace Garden in the St Johns church yard. An excuse for a good nose around other peoples back gardens.

Musical Interlude…


We thoroughly enjoyed and was moved by Rocketman when we saw it recently at our favourite cinema in Reigate, and afterwards we returned to Dorking and spent a drunken evening listening to a lively (if slightly geriatric) band called Blue Haze (or Hayz) at The Old House.

Playing Games…


Martin, Marc and I joined Rhys on our regular board game pilgrimage to the UK Games Expo in Birmingham. This year we stayed further out towards Coventry as it was cheaper than the hotels next to the venue and was closer to where Rhys lives. The hotel was not great but they were happy for us to game in the bar. On the day, we went into the venue it seemed even busier than last year. We did however find a good table to play many games during the day and into the wee small hours. I think the consensus was that Wingspan and the Quacks of Quedlinburg were our favourite games.

Two Guitar Harmony…


We saw the Americana/Folk duo Milk Carton Kids at the Barbican recently and were impressed how two people could command a stage in such a calm and gentle manner with the whole audience hanging on every harmonious note and amusing anecdote. They were very ably supported by Rosie Carney who has a sweet voice. Beforehand we had a lovely and civilised meal at the nearby Chiswell Street Dining Rooms (in the former Whitbread Brewery building). The otherwise fabulous evening was only marred when I lost my debit card.

Pie Heaven…


Sue made a fabulous Steak, Guinness and Cheese pie for our Kiwi friends, and we were all in raptures afterwards. An absolute culinary masterpiece.  

Geek Life…


I took Ollie to the spring MCM London Comic Con held at the ExCel centre. It was a first for both of us and we were overwhelmed with the number of people and the variety of costumes on show. The event is large and spans several halls with games, comics, costumes, films and collectables everywhere.

Tourist Guides…


Carol visited us a gain for a few days at the end of her European tour before returning home to NZ. We took her around the quaint local villages, slogged up Leith Hill, and wandered around the historic treasure of Polsden Lacey. Sue also took her on an epic tour around London from London Bridge to the Albert Memorial. On a separate outing, they also went to the seaside at Brighton.

Floral Splendour…


We had another visit to RHS Wisely to spend a pleasant day wandering around and taking in the sights and scents of the rather splendid spring flowers.

More of Wot I have Read…


Mars Trilogy (Red Mars, Green Mars and Blue Mars) by Kim Stanley Robinson

These were three heavy weight books that are epic in in scope and take quite some effort to work through as the author expounds detailed theorems for all aspects of the story (space travel, terraforming geology/chemistry/physics/biology, human psychology and physiology, sociology, politics etc.). This focus on the minutia often slows the pace of a narrative to a crawl but it does give everything an air of believability. Worth the effort if you are a science fan.  

Red Mars: The Future History of Mars - Part One

1969: Neil Armstrong becomes the first man to set foot on the Moon.

2020: John Boone becomes the first man to set foot on Mars.

2027: The first mass-landing arrives on Mars.

It's the greatest challenge mankind has ever faced.

In 2027, the Ares, the biggest space-worthy craft ever built by man, reaches high orbit around Mars. Inside is a crew who will become the first one hundred people to land on the planet's surface.
Among them are the Russian team, led by the magnetic Maya Toitovna and radical socialist Arkady Bogdanov with their pragmatic engineer Nadia Cherneshevsky; Hiroko Ai - a Japanese biologist; and the Americans, led by Boone and the ambitious Frank Chalmers. Their mission: terraform a frozen wasteland with no atmosphere into a new Eden.

Their mission must succeed. The future of human civilization depends on it.’


Green Mars: The Future of Mars – Part Two

Frozen lakes form, lichen creeps over the dry stone, a thin atmosphere wraps the planet. Man's dream of a new world is underway, but corrupted. The revolution defeated, Earth's transnational corporations set about plundering Mars for profit. Countries are bought and sold by the transnationals, why not planets too?

The survivors of the First Hundred know that technology alone won't bring utopia. But though they all have a common enemy – Earth's grasping corporations – they cannot agree to a means, let alone an end. Boone is dead, Hiroko Ai is venerated by believers in the green way, Sax Russell argues for scientific rationalism; Ann Clayborne opposes all interference – Mars should be preserved absolutely. Do they want bloody revolution or peaceful co-existence? The First Hundred is split and weakened; trust and co-operation are as thin on the ground as the Martian air they breathe.’


Blue Mars: The concluding volume in Kim Stanley Robinson's Mars trilogy – Part Three.

The product of years of dedicated research, the series is a timeless masterpiece, the ultimate in future history.

Mars is now a living, breathing planet, resplendent with genetically engineered plants and animals living beside canals and teeming seas – an Eden to be envied. In this brave and buzzing new world the survivors of the First Hundred have become like walking myths to the Martian youth, but political schisms have hardened into polar opposites. And as civil war looms, an over populated earth looks on bitterly. For many Terrapins, Mars is mocking utopia. A dream to live for, fight for – perhaps even die for.

As the motives, desires and passions of the characters evolve along with the planet they have made their home, the author explores and interweaves the political, sociological, economic and scientific aspects of their terraforming effort.’

Thursday, May 09, 2019

More NZ Guests...


Carol and David Burroughs stayed the night with us as they passed through on their way from Falmouth to Germany. Carol will be staying with us later when she returns before heading back home to NZ.

Edinburgh Party...


We had a long weekend away in Edinburgh with Chris & Lynne and Debbie for Chris’s 60th birthday. We stayed in a flat near the Union canal and we walked along it into town and then besides the Water of Leith to the sea all on the first day. There we had lunch and visited the Royal Yacht Britannia. In the evening, we caught up with Jamie and Gia and had a night out on the town ending up at the fun Mad Hatter. The next day we visited Princes Street and the Old Town where we caught up with Jack and Jean. That evening we had a lovely meal at the Raeburn Hotel.  Next day we wandered around the pretty Royal Botanic Gardens, went on an Underground Ghost Tour and caught up with more of Chris’s friends before gathering for an evening meal in a local curry house. On our final day, we visited the Edinburgh Zoo where we saw pandas and king penguins amongst other animals – the place seems old and I felt uncomfortable about the condition of the enclosures for some of the animals.