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The Aristocrats

19 Jun

Allow me, if you  will, to have my annual rant against hot weather. It’s 29C and stinking humid as hell and I’m hating it. I know, I know 29C is just warming up for some places but this pale psychrophilic Englishman much prefers 19C;  actually now I come to come to think 9C is just dandy. To add to the misery everyone is supposed to be happy now summer is here: oh look! blue skies and barbecues and relaxing in the glorious sunshine (sunshine is not glorious it’s a vile irridiating emission from the furnace in the sky and it can bugger off). Stuff that for a game.
Deep intake of breath …
aaand relax …
Where was I? Oh yes
These common gulls were taken by Margot in wonderful cool March. It’s difficult not to see them as laughing at something, the human condition perhaps or the Brexit talks that finally start today, the PM who is afraid to show her face in public (“strong and stable”), that bloke from Hull and Hereabouts; there’s so much to choose from. Or maybe they’ve just heard the dirtiest joke ever.

Young Crow

16 Jun

Margot took these a few years ago in Spring Bank cemetery..

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.

You’ll be amazed at a Mazda

8 Jun

“The fact is that if you want a sports car, the MX-5 is perfect. Nothing on the road will give you better value. Nothing will give you so much fun. The only reason I’m giving it five stars is because I can’t give it fourteen.”  -Jeremy Clarkson
While the demos are off merrily democking I thought I’d just post a picture of a natty sports car in red and cream. Kind folks on social media and a spot of googlifying tell me it’s a Mazda MX5. Now I consider the private motor car to be the most pernicious invention known to mankind but if we have to have them (and it seems they’ll be around for a while yet) they should all look as smart as this.

Election? What election?

7 Jun

For the last fifty days the country has been gripped by the democratic process, millions enthralled by the choices before them, the enormous responsibility of choosing the next government … or rather it has not been any of these things. I do not recall an election with so little interest being shown, so few posters in windows, so few leaflets (I’ve had nothing from the Labour lot for the second election running, I think they aren’t trying), or hustings or meetings of any kind whatsoever. If it wasn’t for the TV/media constantly going on about it you’d never know there was an election going on at all. (What if it was all fake news after all and there really isn’t an election? How would we know? …) It’s as if everyone really knows these campaigns change nothing so no-one is paying attention. So for what it’s worth my prediction is the Tories will win by at least forty seats quite possibly by many more, not the silly landslide predicted fifty long days ago but easily enough. Oh and Diana Johnson will win as well; this is Hull; donkeys with red rosettes win in Hull.

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.

Classical Beauties

4 Jun

The Royal Hotel on Ferensway has joined the jamboree with these pieces of pseudomarmoreal pulchritude. Nothing says ‘culture’ better than a scantily clad lady with a jug.