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My 2015 in Summary

As I’ve done for the last couple of years here is a survey to summarise my engagement (or, more accurately, lack of it) with 2015.
In summary it has been a bit of a crap year what with a couple of nasty gastric bugs, worse depression than I’ve had for years, more voluntary work than I felt able to cope with (yeah, I know, self-inflicted) and the death of my mother. But then life’s not fair and shit happens.


At the beginning of the year I posted ten things I wanted to do in 2015. The results are in and I think it fair to say I didn’t just lose; I was overwhelmed and crushed — which just proves how bad the year has been:
1. Kick the depression LOSE
2. Drink more champagne WIN
3. Keep breathing WIN
4. Restart meditation LOSE
5. Take more photographs LOSE
6. Be drawn/painted/photographed nude by someone other than family LOSE
7. Have at least one 2 week holiday LOSE
8. Celebrate my mother’s 100th birthday with her LOSE
9. Visit Horniman Museum LOSE
10. Go somewhere/do something I’ve not done before WIN
3/10 is not terribly good, now is it! Could do very much better; must try harder!


Looking at the year through the usual 25 questions doesn’t improve things either.
1. What did you do that you’d never done before?
Buried my mother — well you would normally only ever do this once!
2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
I keep telling you I don’t do New Year resolutions.
3. What would you like to have in 2016 that you lacked in 2015?
A properly working body and head.
4. What dates from 2015 will remain etched upon your memory?
26 May and 17 June: the day my mother died and the day we buried her.
5. Did you suffer illness or injury?
Had a very nasty gastric flu just before Easter and again in late September. And then there’s the depression and the diabetes.
caledonia6. What was the best thing you bought?
Anthony Powell’s Caledonia.
7. Where did most of your money go?
Survival, I think.
8. What did you get really, really excited about?
Nothing; I don’t do excitement, just like I don’t do panic and crisis. But completing my set of Anthony Powell first editions was good.
9. Compared to this time last year, are you:
a. happier or sadder? — sadder due to the worsening depression.
b. thinner or fatter? — the same to within a kilo, but that’s overall still way too much.
c. richer or poorer? — richer, thanks to my mother.
10. What do you wish you’d done more of?
Nothing.
11. What do you wish you’d done less of?
Everything except sleep.
12. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Buying Caledonia.
13. What was your biggest failure?
Can I have three things? My mother not making her 100th birthday (by about 5 months). Overall illness. Depression.
14. How many one-night stands?
I don’t collect night stands; I have one bedside cabinet and that is perfectly sufficient, thank you.
15. What was your favourite TV program?
What’s TV? I’ve hardly looked at TV all year. Is there anything worth watching these days?
16. What was the best book you read?
According to the reviews I’ve posted here it would be Maureen Evans’ Eat Tweet: A Twitter Cookbook. But there are several other close contenders.
17. What did you want and get?
Caledonia
18. What did you want and not get?
Good health.
19. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
Mum living to 100.
20. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2015?
“Henery, how do you like my new frock?”
“Min … Where did you get that sack dress?”
“I got if off the coalman.”
“You mean he’s walking around naked?”
[Spike Milligan and Peter Sellers in The Goons, 1958]
21. What kept you sane?
Noreen and sleep.
22. Who did you miss?
My mother and Victor.
23. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2015:
“Journalism is printing what someone else does not want printed: everything else is public relations” [George Orwell]. In other words, it’s all marketing bollox.
24. A quote or song lyric that sums up your year:
The Beatles, When I’m Sixty-Four
25. Your hopes for 2016
Something better — I’ll post more on this later, probably as ten things to do in 2016.


God, I hate everything being so down! We need happiness and wins.
But anyway, enough of me. How was your 2015? And what are you hoping for in 2016? Do tell!

Weekly Photograph

Today Dora, my mother, should be celebrating her 100th birthday. But sadly she died towards the end of May, thus missing out by just over four months. As a tribute, and as this week’s photographs, I thought we should have what are I think the first and last images I have of her.
As far as I know I don’t have any photos from Dora’s childhood (but I should scour the family albums again), so this first is of a self-portrait in oils she painted when she was about 21 (she couldn’t remember exactly when), could be the earliest I have.

Dora self-portrait

The second is the last photo I took of her on her 99th birthday, a year ago. I have posted this before but make no apology for doing so again.
Dora at 99

Anyone interested can find my address at Dora’s funeral, and a few of her pieces of artwork, here.
We shall, of course, be drinking a toast to Dora later on today.

Weekly Photograph

I’ve just realised that I have neglected my duty to post this week’s photograph — basically because I spent most of Monday engrossed in family history and discovering that one of my gg-grandfathers was tried in 1864 for fraud against his employer, the South Eastern Railway. I may write more about this in due course as he then seems to have disappeared from the radar and we’re still searching for the wreckage.
Anyway to this week’s photograph, a very old one from the archives, of the reflections in the Manchester office block where I was running a project.

Exchange Quay
Exchange Quay
Manchester; March 2004
Click the image for larger views on Flickr

Another A-Z

Just for fun, and because I boringly can’t summon the energy to write something erudite, I thought we’d have another A-Z. So here are your 26 starters …
A: Amusement – People watching
B: Birthday Gift – Gin
C: Cat’s Name – Tuna
D: Dislike – Egg custard
E: Elementary – Chemistry
F: Flowers – Daffodils and old roses
G: Goat or Sheep – Neither except to eat
H: Headache Remedy – Sleep
I: Intelligence – Should easily beat stupidity but seldom does
J: Jam – Apricot
K: King or Queen – The larger the bed the better
L: Luxury – Anything I can’t (or won’t) afford
M: Meat – More pork
N: Night or Day – Quite like both
O: Ornament – Dust-gatherer
P: Primary School – King’s Road
Q: Quirky Possession – Pigeon skull
R: Rock Group – Caravan
S: Sport – Cricket
T: Toffee – Yes, as long as it’s covered in dark chocolate and doesn’t pull my fillings out
U: Umbrella – Work of the Devil
V: Venial Sin – Always
W: WeblogThat’s So Zen
X: XXL – The best size for eggs
Y: Yuck – Being sticky
Z: Zero – Revolutionised mathematics
No I’m not going to tag anyone — join in if you feel inclined.

My ABCs

I haven’t done an ABC meme for a long time, so when Andrew Baker posted one on Facebook last week, well how could I resist. So here goes …
A — Age: 64
B — Biggest Fear: Poverty
C — Current Time: 11.11
D — Drink You Last Had: Tea
E — Easiest Person To Talk To: Noreen
F — Favourite Song: Pink Floyd, Learning to Fly
G — Grossest Memory: Finding a stillborn foetus on the front garden path a few years ago. About 3 inches long it looked dog-like; definitely not human (thank heaven).
H — Hometown: Waltham Cross
I — In Love With: Noreen
J — Jealous Of: (Assuming you mean jealous and not envious) my money
K — Killed Someone: Not that I know of
L — Longest Relationship: 37 years
M — Middle Name: Cullingworth (my mother’s maiden name — it’s from the village in Yorkshire)
N — Number Of Siblings: Zero
O — One Wish: Three more wishes
P — Person Who You Last Called: Tom
Q — Question You’re Always Asked: When is the next meeting?
R — Reason To Smile: Pretty girls, especially in summer
S — Song You Last Sang: Hymn “All People that on Earth do Dwell” (at my mother’s funeral)
T — Time You Woke Up: 0700 hrs
U — Underwear Colour: Nude
V — Vacation Destination: What’s a vacation?
W — Worst Habit: Procrastination
X — X-rays You’ve Had: Left hand, right foot, sinuses (at least twice), full dental and lots of run of the mill dental, large intestine (twice, and a scan), stomach, both knees (scan), kidneys
Y — Your Favourite Food: Curry
Z — Zodiac Sign: Capricorn
And no, I’m really not going to nominate anyone for this; but play along if you want to — just leave a link to yours in the comments so we can all laugh along!

Weekly Photograph

This week I’m going to cheat a bit for my weekly photograph. What I give you is a scan of one of my mother’s watercolours: one painted during the war when she was Warden of Leatherhead YHA. It’s interesting to compare this with her later work, as shown in my earlier post about Dora’s funeral, and see how her technique and style changed over the years.

window-yha-2
Dora Marshall, Bedroom Window, YHA Leatherhead (The Old Rising Sun)
Watercolour, 30×22.5cm, ca. 1944
Click the image for a larger view

Painting © Dora Marshall, 1944

4 Daily Poems #4

And so to the last of my poem a day for four days challenge.


The Rolling English Road
(GK Chesterton)
Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode,
The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.
A reeling road, a rolling road, that rambles round the shire,
And after him the parson ran, the sexton and the squire;
A merry road, a mazy road, and such as we did tread
The night we went to Birmingham by way of Beachy Head.
I knew no harm of Bonaparte and plenty of the Squire,
And for to fight the Frenchman I did not much desire;
But I did bash their baggonets because they came arrayed
To straighten out the crooked road an English drunkard made,
Where you and I went down the lane with ale-mugs in our hands,
The night we went to Glastonbury by way of Goodwin Sands.
His sins they were forgiven him; or why do flowers run
Behind him; and the hedges all strengthening in the sun?
The wild thing went from left to right and knew not which was which,
But the wild rose was above him when they found him in the ditch.
God pardon us, nor harden us; we did not see so clear
The night we went to Bannockburn by way of Brighton Pier.
My friends, we will not go again or ape an ancient rage,
Or stretch the folly of our youth to be the shame of age,
But walk with clearer eyes and ears this path that wandereth,
And see undrugged in evening light the decent inn of death;
For there is good news yet to hear and fine things to be seen,
Before we go to Paradise by way of Kensal Green.


My final three nominees to perpetuate the meme are: Keeley Schell, Sue Lubkowska and Peter Kislinger.

4 Daily Poems #3

And so we come to the third of my four daily poems challenge. Today I thought we’d have a couple of Limericks.


The Limerick packs laughs anatomical
Into space that is quite economical,
But the good ones I’ve seen
So seldom are clean,
And the clean ones so seldom are comical.
There was a young queer of Khartoum
Took a lesbian up to his room,
And they argued all night
As to who had the right
To do what, and with which, and to whom.
To his bride, said the lynx-eyed detective,
“Can it be that my eyesight’s defective?
Or is your east tit the least
Bit the best of the west?
Or is it a trick of perspective?”


And today’s three lucky nominees are: John Potter, Jill Weekes and Kevin Bourne.