Pet Hates

Pet hates. Things which always irritate or annoy you, wherever, however and regardless of how well intentioned. We all have them! Here are a few of mine …

What will the neighbours think? I don’t give a flying wombat what the neighbours think. If they don’t like what I do then too bad. I’m unlikely to be doing anything illegal. And if they think what I’m doing is immoral then it’s they who have the problem because I’m very unlikely to think it’s immoral.

Net curtains. See above. I have nothing to hide and nothing much worth nicking. I like light. Nay, I need the light to counter my SAD. And I like to be able to look out of the window. So we have no net curtains at home, neither do we normally draw the curtains after dark. And the first thing I do in an hotel room is to work out how to open the net curtains (and if possible open the window) and let in the light. Why do I want to live in a cave?

Muzak. I detest background music: in shops, pubs, lifts — anywhere, even at home. It is pollution — like busy wallpaper — which just clogs up brain-space to no useful effect. If I want to talk to someone I don’t want to have to shout over muzak to make myself heard. And if I don’t want to talk I want quiet to allow my brain to think and concentrate or just free-cycle and relax. If I want to listen to music I’ll listen to what I choose, when I choose.

Unnecessary formality. Formality, like etiquette, is bogus and unnecessary; designed only to catch out the unwary. Certainly be polite and respectful — with everyone, according to the circumstances. But poncy dressing up and grovelling obsequiousness are not necessary. Why is it so necessary to bow and scrape to royals? Why do we require “gentlemen” (ladies are never mentioned!) to wear a suit in their club or if visiting a Duke or an Earl? They’re human like the rest of us. Isn’t it better to be normal and friendly and relaxed and treat such people as humans? None of which prevents us displaying manners and respect where it is due. If we could all just relax and be ourselves I’m sure the wheels would turn a lot more easily and need a lot less “oil”.

Being expected to take part. Why am I expected to go to things I don’t want to or dislike? This is something which was particularly prevalent at work: the annual dinner/dance; the Christmas booze-up; the annual golf match; whatever. Oh but you have to go; it’s expected. Who expects, no-one ever says. And if I don’t want to go, I’m buggered if I’m going — and no, I don’t have to tell you why I find it so objectionable; just I don’t want to go should be enough and should be respected. And the more you “expect” the less I want to go. Over the years I put more than one manager’s nose out of joint by refusing to go to work social events. If my colleagues and I want to socialise, we will; we can organise it for ourselves.

Lying. Particularly prevalent amongst politicians, adverts, religious — most of whom I’m sure deep down know they’re lying. But it also seems to be a trait of a number of cultures, especially (but not always, and not only) those of the Middle East and Asia: so often they seem to just be telling you what they think you want to hear. People don’t know, so they make it up. They imagine you won’t like the truth so they tell you something untrue (usually to try to sell you something), which I detest even more than a true answer which I happens not to be the one I’d like. Tell me the truth; I’m big enough and old enough to be able to handle it. Doing anything else does you no credit and makes me less likely to endear you to me (and if you’re selling something it’s likely illegal).

People who don’t understand the word “no”. The first rule of selling anything is to understand when the client is saying “no”, respect it and withdraw gracefully. If I say “no” and you persist then (a) you annoy me and (b) you make me even less likely to buy from you in the future. How much you think I’m mistaken in my decision/belief is irrelevant; I’ve said “no” and I mean what I say. If you persist isn’t this essentially attempted rape: rape of the mind?

Thinking about it the preceding few paragraphs boil down to a couple of other things I wrote on my list: thoughtlessness and bad manners which in turn lead to bad service. All of which can be easily avoided through one of my basic tenets: treat others as you would like them to treat you.

But in doing this you need to stay alert. Do not assume I think the same way you do. My morals may be different. My common sense will be different. My world view is almost certainly not yours. And none of those is any less valid, nor less deserving of respect, than yours.

Lastly, I’ll mention something which really gets my goat, sheep, pigs and the rest of the farmyard up in arms. People who don’t think. It is often said (and I believe there is some scientific evidence for this) that 5% of people can think and do; 5% of people actually are unable to think; but the other 90% can think but don’t bother. I do not expect everyone to have the intellect of an Einstein, Stephen Hawking or Bertrand Russell — such would be totally unrealistic. But I do expect people to use what intelligence they do have to the best of their ability. Try. Try hard. Try to understand the implications of your actions; your thoughts. Try to understand why I say/believe what I do. Try to understand why other people make the (often apparently stupid) decisions they do. It’ll make you more use to society. And you might just find it more interesting too.

What gets up your nose?

Quotes of the Week

The more I study religions the more I am convinced that man never worshipped anything but himself.
[Richard Francis Burton]

Children in the dark cause accidents … accidents in the dark cause children.
[Thoughts of Angel]

Menstruating women give off harmful fumes that will “poison the eyes of children lying in their cradles by a glance.”
[13th century De Secretis Mulierum quoted by Kate Clancey at Context & Variation]

Children conceived by menstruating women “tend to have epilepsy and leprosy because menstrual matter is extremely venemous [sic].
[13th century De Secretis Mulierum quoted by Kate Clancey at Context & Variation]

If you put tomfoolery into a computer, nothing comes out of it but tomfoolery. But this tomfoolery, having passed through a very expensive machine, is somehow ennobled and no-one dares criticize it.
[Pierre Gallois]

[37/52] Richard Meades

Week 37 entry for 52 weeks challenge.

As Noreen has reported on her weblog, yesterday we went to Chipping Norton in Oxfordshire in search of some of her ancestors — and just to walk the streets they walked. The Meades line was an unexpected find for Noreen, both in that they come from somewhere way away from Lowestoft but also because they are a family of stonemasons.

Richard Meades

This is the gravestone of Noreen’s great-great-great-great-grandfather, Richard Meades, in the churchyard at Chipping Norton. He was the stonemason responsible for the work to rebuild the church tower in the 1820s. It is Richard’s stone, William MeEades who eventualy moved to Lowestoft.

Chipping Norton (or “Chippy” as the locals know it) itself is a delightful small Cotswold town built out of the local golden stone and on the side of quite a wicked hill — hardly surprising as it is supposedly the highest town on Oxfordshire. And the fact that it is on the side of hill has resulted in something quite unusual: the parish church (St Mary’s) is in fact lower down the hill than most of the rest of the old town — the main street is at about the same level as the top of the church tower.

More photos of Chipping Norton over on my Flickr photostream.

Fact of the Week

You can’t comb a hairy ball smoothly. Or to state it more correctly in topology: any smooth vector field on a sphere has a singular point.

[from Ian Stewart, Professor Stewart’s Hoard of Mathematical Treasures]

Word of the Week

Circumbendibus.

(noun) A roundabout process or method; a twist, turn; circumlocution.

[A humorous formation from circum- + bend, with the ending of a Latin ablative plural. The first quoted use given by the OED is by Dryden is 1681.]

Listography – Things I did this Summer

I’ve been somewhat lacking in the last few weeks in keeping up with Kate’s Listography. The spirit has been willing but there just haven’t been enough hours in the day. Why? Well see my previous post, and consider that I’ve been working a minimum of 6 hours a day, 7 days a week, for at least 6 weeks on Society/conference business.

But better late than never here’s my response to Kate’s Listography from last week. These are some of the things I did this summer …

Organised and ran an international literary conference. I think I hardly need say more.

Completed and released my photo book – a month earlier than planned. I don’t expect it to make me tons of money. I did it because I wanted to; it was fun; it was for me.

Wrote an academic paper and submitted it for publication. Not because I had to for work or anything, but just for the sheer hell of it!

Drank afternoon tea with an Earl. Yes, a real Earl. No names, no telling. Just a pleasant cup of tea and a chat, tête-a-tete, while he signed some books.

Ate too much fish and chips – several times. Well who wouldn’t?

Glamorous? No. Mostly damned hard work!

Well that was some weekend!

I’m exhausted! I’m still trying to recover from last weekend. And here we are with the next weekend upon us!

We spent four days last weekend running what is turning into a major literary conference: the Biennial Anthony Powell Conference, organised by the Anthony Powell Society of which I am Hon. Secretary. So that means I’m the one who does all the work and carries the can.

This is the sixth conference we have run, and the fifth for which I have been the lead organiser (the exception was 2009 in Washington, DC where I still did a lot of the work). All of them have been different and each has been stunning in its own way.

But for me this one surpassed all the others. 100 delegates. 15 papers of different types plus three keynotes over two days of plenary sessions at the Naval & Military Club in London’s St James’s Square. A reception with charity auction which raised almost £1000 – which was at least twice what I had expected (the money goes to pay for a plaque in London to commemorate Powell). A coach tour of London followed by Sunday lunch. Then on Monday a few of us spent the day in Eton, still looking at Powell connections. All with a fantastic, friendly set of people.

Four long and tiring days. But wonderfully exhilarating days despite the odd gripes (well you can’t please everyone all the time). This is some of what the delegates said:

This is my fifth conference this summer and has been far and away the best
Superb organization and time-keeping
Congratulations on a really splendid conference
Brilliant venue
Themes very well thought out, complementing each other
The setting was perfect
Excellent venue and organisation coupled with lots of friendly and interesting people
Great work all round; congratulations
Reminded me how much I enjoy Powell’s writings

Did we make a profit? Don’t know yet as I haven’t got all the bills in, but we’ll not be far off at least breaking even (which is all we aim to do).

And I didn’t have time to take a single photo! But here I am (in blue shirt), in the sumptuous surroundings of the Naval & Military Club, playing at being auctioneer (photo by Graham & Dorothy Davie).

Now I wonder if I can get enough lie-ins before doing it all again in 2013?

Ten Things – September

Number 9 in my monthly series of “Ten Things” for 2011. Each month I list one thing from each of ten categories which will remain the same for each month of 2011. So at the end of the year you have ten lists of twelve things about me.

  1. Something I Like: Photography
  2. Something I Won’t Do: Take any more exams
  3. Something I Want To Do: Get Rid of my Depression
  4. A Blog I Like: The Loom
  5. A Book I Like: Florence Greenberg, Jewish Cookery
  6. Some Music I Like: Pink Floyd, Learning to Fly
  7. A Food I Like: Chips
  8. A Food or Drink I Dislike: Marron Glacé
  9. A Word I Like: Verisimilitude
  10. A Quote I Like: Pro bono publico, nil bloody panico. [Rear-Admiral Sir Morgan Morgan-Giles]