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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.

Driven up the wall

19 May

You’ve met this poor guy’s feet the other day so I thought it it only appropriate that you were given a fuller, more rounded picture. This is of course another of those figures being featured at the University over the summer.

The Nation’s Feet: a scandal

14 May

Armies may march on their stomachs but most folk use their feet. So what happens if, say, you get corns, calluses or ingrowing toe nails? Not that you would; no you will go through life like a dancing fairy with no need of podiatry care. But suppose you did and you went along to your doctor expecting the NHS to give you relief. Well unless you are under 16, over 65 or a registered disabled person with diabetes you will be turned away. Now this seems a strange policy since the workforce of this country needs good strong feet and not caring for them will mean a painful and less productive workforce, lost workdays and reduced GDP; all the things the NHS was designed to prevent. But as you can see feet are not glamorous, they’re a bit of a joke really and so people are left to suffer. I’d write to my MP if I had one right now… and my feet weren’t playing up.

Acquainted with the Night

10 May

“I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.”                                                                                                                ― John Keats

This is apparently Mental Health Awareness Week where well intentioned folk try to shed the stigma of anxiety/depression/suicidal ideation and “seek to uncover why too few of us are thriving with good mental health”. Good luck to them in that, many have tried and few succeeded. For some of us though it’s not just one week in a year but every day we have to deal with all this mental crud, step by little step or post by little post perhaps…

 Acquainted with the Night

I have been one acquainted with the night.

I have walked out in rainand back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. 

I have been one acquainted with the night.

Robert Frost

A frozen moment of contemplation

6 May

I mentioned a little while back the collection of statues dotted around the University campus and that I would wander back and have another look. Well I wandered and looked and took a few photos which I’ll post from time to time over the next few days and weeks. The collection is called Cairns and there’s plenty of literature about it which maybe you should read because there is no way I could up with a sentence like “The figures on campus portray frozen moments of contemplation and take on the form of human trail markers referencing themes of spirituality and physicality.” My loss I guess …

One of ten

26 Apr

I was on my way to the doctors surgery (nothing serious, just some paper work) yesterday when I spotted this new addition to the University. Naturally I didn’t have a camera but Margot had fortunately brought along the old Fuji. Then I remembered reading about some ten statues being added to the campus all by Icelandic sculptor Steinunn Thorarinsdottir she of the leaning figure Voyage down by the river (1 2 3 4 and 5). So I made a mental note to pop back and seek out the others at a later date. If you can’t wait the local rag has kindly made a short film (with obligatory irritating music) about them here if nothing else it shows you the University campus in all its glory …

Victorian Grime

15 Feb

In Pearson Park the old Queen could do with a bit of a wash and brush. She does scrub up well as they say, see here. And we breathe in the air that makes this so mucky … yikes!