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More Maytime Flowers
More Maytime flowers from our garden …

shallow planter; and it has survived the winter
unprotected although in a fairly sheltered spot

Buff Beauty which is ramping up through our biggest
silver birch: a profusion of so many flowers some of
the stems are threatening to break under the weight

sucker from an unknown rose. We appreciate the dog
roses as much as the cultivars, so where possible tend
to leave them to clamber naturally through the trees

our silver birch trees
And finally a different sort of flower …

not that you would think it. She’s still a big kitten (when she chooses),
inquisitive (as here, investigating the new planters), picky, skittish
and a rascal in her own quiet way
More from Our Garden
A few more photos of flowers in our garden this afternoon.

it a few years ago and has now gone mental, scrambling
up through our largest Silver Birch with the lowest of
the wonderfully scented blooms well above head height


growing up through our largest Silver Birch tree with
the Dog Rose flowering at the top of the 30 foot tree

in large (but not very fragrant) apricot blooms

Horrible Times 5
Orchid
Another contribution from the new camera …

Amusements of the Year, 2019
Here’s my usual round-up of things which have amused me during the year. Yet again, this has not been a vintage year. So here are the pick of this year’s sparse fruit.
Product of the Year
This is one of the few categories which has done well this year, with quite a few contenders. It has been almost impossible to separate the top five:
ToppCock Silver Hygiene for Man Parts with Odor Neutralizer
Yes, lads, a deodorant for your dangly bits. Buy it on Amazon.
Frisky Light Up Fidget Spinner Anal Plug
It’s what it says on the tin. Again, buy it on Amazon.


Unicum Zwack
Yes, I’m afraid we’re still being disreputable, except that this one is a Hungarian liqueur which can be obtained from The Drink Shop.
Cowshed Cow Pat Moisturising Hand Cream
This one’s specially for the girls. Again it may be procured from Amazon.
Walkers Crisps: Brussels Sprout Flavour
As if Brussels Sprouts weren’t bad enough with turkey, Walkers now make special Sprout flavoured crisps. I can hardly wait!

Headline
Well, of course, we had to exclude every thing to do with Brexit and the nonsense of the General Election. And that left us with these two winners:
Halal holiday bookings soar as Muslims opt for the Med
From the Guardian, 10 March 2019.
Five hundred goats save the Ronald Reagan library from wildfires
Again from the Guardian, this time on 31 October 2019.
Plonker of the Year
Leaving aside Boris Johnson, there was only ever going to be one winner here:
Jacob Rees-Mogg for this comment on Twitter: The vassal state must not be replaced by penal servitude.
Magazine / Newspaper Title
This year’s award for the best magazine or newspaper title has to go to the Olive Oil Times. Next year the Popeye Times perhaps?
Auction Item
As regular readers will know, we love the strange things which people sell at auctions. This year’s superlative has to be from our local auction house in July:
A pair of designer novelty Christmas trees made from scouring pads on silver plated bases
Personal Name
The winners here are a pair of twin girls born in early December to Peter Florence and his partner: Lark Win Florence and Winter Glad Florence.
Organisation Name
Our winner here is the fucking wonderful Whitstable Profanity Embroidery Group.
Place Name
And, yes, we’re keeping the vein of profanity for this year’s place name winner:
Katies Crotch Road in Maine.
Oxymoron
The accolade for this year’s best oxymoron goes to … Hot Coolant which I spotted as a label by a filler cap on a Chiltern Rail train.
Animal
So now to our animal of the year, where we have two winners but for different reasons.
First place goes to Wisdom the Laysan Albatross who is the world’s oldest known wild bird at 68 years old, and who has produced 30 chicks.
And then there’s the wonderfully named Alston’s singing mouse, Scotinomys teguina
Sport
Having said this isn’t a vintage year, I again find myself having to declare a group with two winners. So this years joint winners of sport of the year are: Unicycle Hockey (basically Ice Hockey on unicycles) and Mule Dressage. In both cases one is left asking “Why?”.
Do what?
There are five winners in this year’s competition to make one say “WTF?”.
I would favor to call together among anyone sympathetic to pursuing higher tangled community subjects as regards our line of work, associate me through my web page conceding that you think the same.
[Hat-tip: Chris Comley on Facebook, 21 January 2019]
… light is known to be fuzzy at the quantum level. With the help of a team in Australia, researchers are sharpening the light by squeezing the fuzziness.
[From BBC News]
This book examines literary representations of hyperlocal spaces that subvert the idea of grounded and organic spatial identities. Figures such as the pond, the scientific particle, and Wedgwood creamware often go unnoticed, but they exemplify important shifts in culture and aesthetics in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. The Hyperlocal in Eighteenth- and Nineteenth-Century Literary Space argues that these objects, as well as locations such as alcoves in remote shires, city inns, and mountain retreats, were portrayed by writers in the late eighteenth and early-to-mid nineteenth centuries as gambits that challenged cultural hegemonies. It shows that the hyperlocal space or object, though particular, reaches beyond itself, affording an elasticity that can allow those things that seem beneath notice to reveal broader cultural significance.
[The blurb for Nicholas Birns, The Hyperlocal in Eighteenth- and Nineteenth-Century Literary Space]
We introduced a control groups for this treatment group as one each for the three treatment groups too.
[Hat-tip: Steve Olle]
Y’all need to remember that heteronormative whiteness is the discursive cultural mechanism by which an oppressive hegemonic discourse of phallogocentrism serves to delegitimise a black/homoexclusive modality and reinscribes a proxi-fascist rearticulation of power structures.
[Titania McGrath on Twitter]
OK, so that’s all for this 2019 edition. We’ll be looking out for brilliance again next year; contributions are always welcome. Let’s see if we can make it a vintage year!
To Keep You Amused …
Just in case anyone is at a loose end over the holidays, the Guardian has printed the King William’s College 2019 GKP, as it has every year since 1951. This is the general knowledge paper 2019-20, the 115th issue, sat by the pupils of King William’s College, Isle of Man.
According to Wikipedia: Since 1904, the College has set an annual general knowledge test, known as the General Knowledge Paper (GKP). The pupils sit the test twice: once unseen on the day before the Christmas holidays, and again when they return to school in the New Year, after spending the holiday researching the answers. It is well known to be highly difficult, a common score being just two correct answers from the list of several hundred. The best scores are 40 to 50 for the unseen test and about 270 out of 360 for the second sitting.
The quiz is always introduced with the Latin motto Scire ubi aliquid invenire possis, ea demum maxima pars eruditionis est, “To know where you can find anything is, after all, the greatest part of erudition.”
You can find this year’s GKP at https://www.theguardian.com/theguardian/2019/dec/24/king-williams-college-quiz-2019 or https://www.kwc.im/uploads/gkp-questions-2019-20.pdf.
As usual I shall not be getting 100% as tonight’s bedtime reading.
100 Days of Haiku, Episode the Last
This is the final episode, covering the last couple of days, of my 100 Days of Haiku challenge. And not soon enough, they all say! Anyway here’s the final round-up.
Nudity and sex
need openness, not taboo.
Healthy benefits.
Tuesday 8 October
Silent summer night
and a fox trots up the street,
snack sensor a-twitch.
Bonus
Turkish delight, such
subtly flavoured sweetmeat.
Seraglio’s best.
Here’s the tally of progress by week:
Week | Haiku Written |
1 | 16 |
2 | 28 |
3 | 33 |
4 | 26 |
5 | 26 |
6 | 27 |
7 | 28 |
8 | 24 |
Week | Haiku Written |
9 | 28 |
10 | 18 |
11 | 26 |
12 | 22 |
13 | 27 |
14 | 23 |
15 | 13 |
Total | 365 |
So what now? Well … First of all I might put together a “Best of …” my 100 Days Haiku. The 365 written contain a lot of dross, and a few good ones that haven’t made the cut here. I shall see if I find any point doing this and then if I get to do it. Secondly, I have another 100 Day challenge lined up; I may delay strating it until the start of next month. So watch this space.
Meanwhile I hope this series provided some amusement – in whatever way!
100 Days of Haiku, Episode 14
So here we are at the penultimate instalment of our 100 Days of Haiku challenge. The 100th day is Tuesday 8 October and I’ll post the final results in the middle of next week. Meanwhile here is this week’s offering.
Felines emitting
zonkons. No wonder I sleep
all the afternoon.
Tuesday 1 October
Autumn eastern sky;
only two stars, just visible.
Too much urban light.
Wednesday 2 October
Life is suffering
but filled with such wonders:
blue sky and lightning.
Thursday 3 October
Sink and ye shall find,
the tap it is a-dripping.
Plumber required.
Friday 4 October
2AM. She sleeps.
I enjoy a quiet wank.
Ah! So much better.
Saturday 5 October
Three eager felines
awaiting their bowls of cod.
No need to wash up.
Sunday 6 October
October tolls the knell
of distant summer days, and
winter soon to come.
Here’s the tally of progress by week:
Week | Haiku Written |
1 | 16 |
2 | 28 |
3 | 33 |
4 | 26 |
5 | 26 |
6 | 27 |
7 | 28 |
8 | 24 |
Week | Haiku Written |
9 | 28 |
10 | 18 |
11 | 26 |
12 | 22 |
13 | 27 |
14 | 23 |
15 | |
Total | 352 |
Final instalment in a few days.
100 Days of Haiku, Episode 13
Now for the next instalment of our 100 Days of Haiku challenge.
Product of the cow
set between slices of bread.
Steak sandwich heaven.
Tuesday 24 September
Lazing along day.
No hurry, no rush, no stress.
Yet all is complete.
Wednesday 25 September
Gaze on a blank screen;
myriads of unborn words
at my fingertips.
Thursday 26 September
Pretty hairy pubes
wafting aroma aloft:
enticement to fuck.
Friday 27 September
Out of their depth the
bullies bully more, louder.
Government crisis.
Saturday 28 September
A painted lady:
pretty summer butterfly
or a pretty tart?
Sunday 29 September
Meaty piggy ribs:
marinade, oven barbecue.
Much yummy, Mummy.
Here’s the tally of progress by week:
Week | Haiku Written |
1 | 16 |
2 | 28 |
3 | 33 |
4 | 26 |
5 | 26 |
6 | 27 |
7 | 28 |
8 | 24 |
Week | Haiku Written |
9 | 28 |
10 | 18 |
11 | 26 |
12 | 22 |
13 | 27 |
14 | |
15 | |
Total | 302 |
Next instalment, next Sunday.