Emmjay’s Winter Tipple Mix
Hello Patrons de la Salle de Porc,
While I do the research on this week’s playlist – giving our redoubtable DJ Dr Algy a short break, check out this accidental YouTube find. One man’s obsession with outdoing Wily Coyote … 29 Million views !
The origins of our artifact were lost in the mythic dreamy times of the clan.
The great leader had smote a tree cleaving a giant slice in a single blow. In penitence he squeezed the clouds to provide his nourishing tears. The timber slab and twisted as it stretched towards the brilliance of the sun. It grew into a fossilized imitation of a giant bark sliver.
The head of our clan discovered this gigantic sheath of ancient redgum on a foraging expedition. It was taken triumphantly to the ancestral home where it came to represent the struggles of conquering the chosen land.
The artist paid tribute to the cultures that had lead us to adopt this promised land. To the drumbeat of Rolf Harris he daubed mixtures of British Paints into an mock ochre of symbols.
Symbols reflected a vague inspiration from a booklet on traditional aboriginal art that had…
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Story by Ricardo, the Pig’s Arms Northern England correspondent meteorologist and pet chaser.
Awful weather for June. If it rains anymore in our local wood the entire place will soon be swarming with Brazilian mining companies and Greenpeace activists. This biblical rainfall all started when Albert (Editor’s note – Albert is Ricardo’s cat… sorry, Hung, that how he rolls) made his bid for freedom last Wednesday so I’m blaming him.
After being blamed by everyone here all day (apart from Zellweger) for supposedly letting the Pink Panther escape out of my bathroom window, Renee admitted that she had opened her bedroom window in the middle of the night whilst Albert was (pretending to be) asleep in her room. I wondered why she kept asking me all day whether whoever let Albert escape would be in trouble…. I said of course not, I just want to get him back.
Meanwhile, like Steve McQueen in Papillon, Albert had shaken off the chains of domestic moggie ennui and was off, walking off into the dawn by stepping out onto the conservatory roof, floating past past the dozy Garden Gnome Guards, then leaping the 2 feet onto the roof of the next door neighbour’s shed and then it was a small leap for catkind and freedom for 4 days after which presumably his rumbling stomach compelled him to hand himself in. Picture a feline version of Steve McQueen in his cell, without a bowl of Purina Gourmet ‘Duck and Pheasant’ catfood (yes, that it what the ungrateful little git eats whilst I have beans on toast) throwing a ping pong ball at the wall in the final scene of The Great Escape.
Good job he is not a Burmese, Norwegian Forest Cat, Turkish Van, Scottish Fold, Bengal, Russian Blue, Persian or Siamese or else he could report me for racial discrimination. So I’ve treated him to a Union Jack cat collar so am now confidently expecting a tirade of bile from the Japanese half of the household. She did tell me (twice) in all seriousness that I have slanty eyes which I thought was a bit Hitleresque. After the 2nd time, and questioning my Aryan heritage, I have started looking at myself sideways in the mirror which does make shaving and washing my face rather troublesome. But at least my left ear and temple are spotless.
Clearly inspired by Winston Churchill, Caractacus, Boadicea, King Alfred, Richard the Lionhert, the South Wales Borderers, Lord Nelson, the 11th Hussars and the Duke of Wellington, Zellweger wants, of all things, a Bulldog… This may cause Albert to seize the initiative and open the window himself in Renee’s bedroom.
I think it is lucky the lockdown did not occur in the middle of winter else I think many people would be suffering mentally. Though not here in Horsforth, this household is mental anyway. Maybe that was what Albert was thinking at 5am last Wednesday as he tippawed onto the roof?
After root canal therapy and an extraction, then being given an x-ray and being reassured that it is totally safe as the entire dental surgery, sans moi, vacated the building as though Count Dracula had just arrived for an impromptu check up, I shall be quite content if I never see another dentist again. Moments before the extraction I was asked ‘How are you feeling?’ to which my blunt albeit heartfelt response was ‘Pretty shit actually’. I wonder if the executioner asked Guy Fawkes the same bloody stupid question as he walked up the scaffold, who incidentally, broke his own neck to avoid the rest of the barbaric experience. Though, I have to admit, I wasn’t feeling quite that desperate.
Apparently the rain will stop this evening. I better cancel my canoe. I will double-check as I don’t believe it will be 23 degrees tomorrow. If OK, I’ll pop down tomorrow. Probably best if I come on my own as not sure whether Renee and Zellweger will be able to stay 2 metres apart. Might bring Albert instead now he has discovered the joys of the big wide world outside our house.
Ricardo, the Scarlet Pusspernell and 6 tribes of Amazonian Pygmies who have set up camp outside the Abbey Pub.
Ramble and legs by Emmjay. Working from Home – WFH
Todays’s production brought to you from the Pig’s Arms’ working from office.
Reflecting on how western economies have become dominated by services as opposed to manufacturing, it strikes me that even small scale manufacturing can follow services into decentralised places.
Perhaps not so much the home, but in small hubs. Recall the charm and utility ! of localised specialist places – Saville Row, Akihabara and any number of bookshop enclaves holding out against the Genghis Khan Amazon. A local cafe that gets things exactly as we like them.
3D printing is offering amazing opportunities for specialised manufacturing, but it’s hard to imagine printing oneself a new toaster.
The labour side of working from home should spawn a clutch of PhDs. As far as my work in IT is concerned, our small team has really embraced WFH. Our boss is incredibly supportive, trusts us and is open to suggestions about how we could project the practice into the future.
But I do have some sympathy for people writing about Zoom fatigue and I find fascinating the psychology drawing distinctions between onscreen and real life face to face communications, purporting to explain causes for this fatigue.
Frame of reference is really important in this discussion. I am mindful of middle class privilege and stage of life as major determinants of whether WFH does in fact work. Or having a decent internet connection. WFH is clearly not such a windfall for people living in cramped accommodation especially with children, or folks living a tad off the beaten data track..
Returning to the benefits of city folk not commuting to work, we see echoed important concepts like “ food miles” – the benefits of consuming local production – namely cutting down the cost and ecodownside of transporting stuff all over the planet as well as the evils of cash cropping in third world countries.
The pandemic has starkly demonstrated that unfettered travel carries with it more than people and freight – and we are told that Covid-19 is a glimpse of the future for a planet groaning under the weight of far too many humans.
WFH then, can be viewed as a small, but valuable step in the right direction provided that we don’t turn off Zoom and go and make another baby.
Playlist and rant by Algernon
None of these songs are new, many have appeared on lists I’ve prepared in the past. All are protest songs, speaking of race, bigotry, abuse, struggle, identity, heavy handedness to criminality of those who should be upholding the law.
Nothing changes, nothing changes overseas nothing changes here, were we have the forces of conservative extremism who ensure that nothing changes. Is it right that a young policeman face slams a lippy 17 year old to the footpath and a police commissioner say the young bloke was just having a bad day ?
It’s not right that authorities ignore the protests of those who say they can’t breathe who then die and not be held accountable for their actions. Is it right that our First Nations people are over represented in our Prison system for things white people wouldn’t be held in prison for ?
It’s a bizarre world where a US President will incite violence against his own people or to use tear gas against peaceful protestors so he can walk to a church and hold up a bible, a book he has not read and has no idea of its content, an action repugnant to anyone of faith.
Is it OK that he thinks civil war is the way forward ?
The more the world goes forward the more it stays the same.
Rubber bullets – 10CC
O-o-h child – The Five Stairsteps
A change is gonna come – Sam Cooke
Young gifted and black – Nina Simone
Wake up everybody – Howard Melvin and the Bluenotes
Solid Rock – Goanna
Beds are burning – Midnight Oil
The Dead heart – Midnight Oil
Tribal Voice- Yothu Yindi
Down city streets – Archie Roach
Thou shall not steal – Kev Carmody
Killing in the name – Rage against the machine
The revolution will not be televised – Gil Scott Heron
What’s going on – Marvin Gaye
Playlist by Algernon
The crystal ship – The Doors
Good vibrations – The Beach boys
Rehab – Amy Winehouse
Rainy day woman #12 & 35 – Bob Dylan
Eight miles high – The Byrds
Tomorrow never knows – The Beatles
Sister Morphine – The Rolling Stones
Roller coaster – The 13th floor elevators
Rock on – David Essex
Sugar Man – Rodriguez
Psychotic reaction – Count Five
Astronomy Domine –Pink Floyd
Whipping post – The Allman Brothers Band
I had too much to dream (last night) – Electric Prunes
Playlist by Algernon
Playlist by Algernon
Legend of the mind – Moody Blues
Needle and the damage done – Neil Young
Itchychoo Park – The Small Faces
Desolation Road – Bob Dylan
White Rabbit – Jefferson Airplane
Pusherman – Curtis Mayfield
Purple Haze – Jimi Hendrix
Kaya – Bob Marley and the Wailers
Legalise it – Peter Tosh
Cocaine – Eric Clapton
Golden Brown – The Stranglers
Got to get you into my life – The Beatles
Mothers little helper – The Rolling Stones
Amazing – Aerosmith
Playlist by Algernon
Summer nights – Marianne Faithfull
Hissing of the summer lawns – Joni Mitchel
When the alarm clock rings – Blossom Toes
25 O’clock – Dukes of Stratosphear
Twelve thirty – Mamas and Papas
My boy lollipop – Millie Small
Always the sun – The Stranglers
Tour de France –Kraftwerk
Lucille – Little Richard
(I’m not your) Stepping stone – The Monkees
The land of a thousand dances – Roy Orbison
Dead flowers – The Rolling Stones
Clean up your own backyard – Elvis Presley
High Sheriff of Calhoun Parrish – Tony Joe White
Playlist by Algernon
Beat music spread outside Liverpool though the influence was more R&B and later just Blues. Local beat scenes were found in places like Birmingham, Belfast, Newcastle and London. R&B bands benefited from beat music as well. By 1965, beat music was in decline with many bands disbanding or changing direction by 1967.
Have I the right – The Honeycombs
I can’t stand it – The Spencer Davis Group
Go now – Moody Blues
We gotta get out of this place – Eric Burdon and the Animals
Here comes the night – Them
I wanna be your man – The Rolling Stones
You really got me – The Kinks
For your love?? – The Yardbirds
Glad all over – Dave Clarke Five
World without love – Peter and Gordon
Do Wha Diddy Diddy – Manfred Mann
If you gotta make a fool of somebody – Freddie and the Dreamers
She’s not there – The Zombies
The game of love – Wayne Fontana and the Mindbenders
Mrs Brown you have a lovely daughter – Hermans Hermits
Lost girl– The Troggs
Shout and shimmy – The Who
Poison Ivy – Billy Thorpe and the Aztecs
She’s so fine – The Easybeats