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Lord bless us and save us

9 Jun

They say confession is good for the soul and I confess I got it wrong along with just about every other pundit (some of whom were even paid). The electorate had a simple job to do, pick a government, any government, but somehow it chose not to do its job. Well fine, so be it. Oh the Tories are still there for sure but only by going into into bed with Northern Ireland’s Calvinist loony party and then only by the narrowest of margins. The general view now is yet another election and soon. How exciting! This church’s wayside pulpit may have the answer to the country’s present political entanglement, but somehow I doubt even heavenly intervention is going to clear up this little lot. Meanwhile I’m sticking to forecasting what’s for dinner.

Lost in music

5 Jun

Here he sits picking out pleasant tunes on his guitar and being roundly ignored by all and sundry. I suspect he doesn’t care. He seemed oblivious to all the commotion and screaming not fifty yards away.

Old Chestnuts

26 May

It’s that time of year when the Horse Chestnut trees send forth their floral delights. These contrasting specimens are on the corner of Newland Avenue and Cottingham Road but you can find them spread all over town. Only the white ones produce conkers of any usable size. For some unfathomable reason these are sometimes known as Buckeyes in America … there’s even a fetid buckeye which sounds truly delightful.
Margot took this.

4 Octavia X

16 May

Now I maintain this is meant to be a dog but Margot insists it’s feline and looks a lot like our dear departed old cat Lulu (a ginger tom and a lot better looking than this old brute). Whatever it is it’s on a wall on Beverley Road near Kingston Youth Centre. I hope Octavia was impressed.

The one and only

28 Apr

I have posted before of George Gilbert Scott Jr and his Queen Anne revival style residences on Salisbury Street. However I overlooked this odd thing that I can only assume was one of a pair of gateposts. Now a twelve or fourteen foot high multi-layered obelisk topped gatepost may seem a tad over the top these days but if you were going to get into the full Queen Anne revival style this must have been de rigueur. To me it would more fitting in a cemetery than at the end of a drive way but to each their own … Thankfully there is only one, well, that I could find.

Hurrah for Bluebells and Kopparberg!

22 Apr

To celebrate St George, the patron saint of England, Englishness and all that goes with it, what could be more fitting, I thought, than some some nice Spanish bluebells and an empty bottle of Swedish cider (mixed fruit, of course!)… there are always those who see this day as a chance to sit in the pub and drink ale, how very un-English!

Margot took the bluebell photo; she has a knack for finding litter lying around, well she found me….

Swanky

11 Apr

I mentioned last year plans to build a new hotel on the site of a former dance hall/disco/nightclub/knocking shop on Ferensway. Well it’s up and growing. This picture was taken at the end of March but it’s going up so fast that it’s probably open and taking its first visitors by now … I’m told it will look like this when it really is finished. The local paper calls it “swanky”; I think that’s sounds pretty close to what I would call it.