vaktbua
Today is a
lovely summers day with a soft cooling
wind wafting through the metropolis. Life has thrown up a few curved balls over
the past few weeks and so I have been fairly inactive, hence no blog post for a
while. However I have been planning and rehearsing
a new show with some old songs, new to my solo set, and some new songs I
haven't performed live yet. I have also been collecting all the new bits of
lure fishing end tackle I need for next
month's fishing expeditions and the big one to Cornwall in September. I love playing around with the stuff and
making sure I have everything I need. It
has been a while since I caught a bass for dinner so I shall be exploring every
avenue until I do. I won't be neglecting the pike and perch lure fishing either.
I recently caught a beautiful little Jack pike on a tiny lure on the river
Stour in Essex. It was the
healthiest looking pike I have ever
seen. It indicates the river is in very
good condition.
Tonight I
will be venturing out for a cycle ride on my Bianchi for a night ride. I shall
be going on my own as I don't want to be a slow coach for a companion to be
frustrated by. Ramblin' will get the call sometime soon, when I have a few more
miles under the belt, and off we shall go. There are some lovely day time rides
that are only a few miles from where I live and I love riding through the city at night and
heading east down the river Thames.
I have a
couple of FDPFAFDW shows in Sweden booked for next summer in Sweden and Luke
and I are looking at putting some shows together for the winter. He is doing
gigs on his own to considerable acclaim. He is well on his way to developing a
very fresh and special show. He was so good at the last Robin gig we did I
realised then that it won't be long before he won't be supporting me and I
'aint gonna get blown off my by son ha ha! Seriously though, I expect him to do
well and if he is more successful / better than his dad then that is all good.
It is how it should be.
I'm off to
Norway again in August. I shall be returning to Elisabeth Labdon's lovely gig,
Vaktbua on the island of Odderøya, Kristiansand. I plan to
spend a few days there and get a bit of fishing in as well as hook up with old
friends.
Behind Vaktbua is the ocean. Lovely! Vaktbua is a small cafe with a garden and the garden is where I will be playing. It is a special venue and well worth a visit for it's unique atmosphere and community spirit. I hope I will also be able to renew connection with the folk at Happy Days, a project for folk with disabilities. My friend Karen Valeur runs the project and she is an inspiration to anyone who gets what she is doing. As I write this another email came to invite me to play a Norwegian festival. I wait to find out the details. I am really beginning to think I could go and live there for six months of the year and work quite a lot.
Behind Vaktbua is the ocean. Lovely! Vaktbua is a small cafe with a garden and the garden is where I will be playing. It is a special venue and well worth a visit for it's unique atmosphere and community spirit. I hope I will also be able to renew connection with the folk at Happy Days, a project for folk with disabilities. My friend Karen Valeur runs the project and she is an inspiration to anyone who gets what she is doing. As I write this another email came to invite me to play a Norwegian festival. I wait to find out the details. I am really beginning to think I could go and live there for six months of the year and work quite a lot.
Meanwhile, back in the room, the Labour party seems intent on tearing itself
to pieces. The "Ministry of Data" seems to have lost sight of the
facts around the economy. Osbourne is floundering and trying to work out how he
is going to break the news that he has underestimated some cuts and must
increase them. Is this because he has decided to spread his austerity cuts over
a longer time scale than he had intended? A quarter of a million marched
against austerity only a few weeks past, just before the budget. Who says
marching is pointless?
I couldn't be at the march this time but I did
contribute to the 38 degrees full page newspaper adverts in the same cause. A couple of days ago the Financial Times
reported that the people most adversely affected by the cuts, announced in the
latest budget, would be the vulnerable elderly, the disabled, low paid working
families and children in poverty or at risk of it. Local Councils are struggling to provide services and we all know which services will be cut. Example - Child protection Services cut by 8%
Last night I down loaded a copy of the Quran. In fact I
down loaded three slightly different translations. I felt it was time to
investigate the good book for myself. It is too early to say much about this
but I will keep you posted. I can say that some of it is very beautiful and
some of it seems to present foundation for
some of the dark side misinterpretation by modern day Sharia Law. One passage,
referring to transgression by a female, allows for her to be struck. I
mention this only because another translation adds the word lightly in
brackets. So then, struck lightly? How lightly and who decides? Is it Allah or
the husband? Sharia Law requires that
all adulterers should be struck, with 100 lashes. In practice, this often applies only to a woman.
So to I.S. We have seen the young gay men being thrown
off buildings to their deaths or to be finished off by stoning by the mob. I recently saw a
documentary that took place in a god forsaken
desert landscape where a young woman was
brought before her executioners. She was alleged to have committed adultery but
there was no witness present as
prescribed in Sharia law. An IS soldier asked if she had anything to say before
she was punished?
She replied to the
effect that she wanted to send a message to young girls and women to protect
their honour and to be virtuous. Her father was asked if he could forgive her.
He replied that he could not forgive her but he hoped that God would. Did he mean this or were his words formed by his fear of the IS men all around him?
The woman was thrown
to the ground and the stoning began. She screamed as large rocks were thrown by
several men. Her father rushed forward. He was very close to her, standing
over her, then he threw a rock at her head. I will never know if he was trying
to punish her or to end her suffering quickly.
This is the abomination of feral humans who fight for gold under a black flag. They do not love God and it is clear they do not fear God. I never thought that I would be capable of feeling what I do towards these travesties of men but I say- eradicate them entirely. They are the worst clear and present danger to our world other than its ecological desecration for which we all have some responsibility.
This is the abomination of feral humans who fight for gold under a black flag. They do not love God and it is clear they do not fear God. I never thought that I would be capable of feeling what I do towards these travesties of men but I say- eradicate them entirely. They are the worst clear and present danger to our world other than its ecological desecration for which we all have some responsibility.
Today is a lovely summers day with a soft cooling
breeze wafting through the metropolis and I am minded of those who are oppressed
without relief nor any means of escape.
peace