OK, sometimes the screaming is pretty annoying, but the first 15 minutes are classic Beatles Rock ‘n Roll. They really do rock it out !
Dear PA Patron,
John Lennon said that Ray Davies should have been recognised as England’s poet laureat.
And now it’s Sir Ray Davies.
This clip was recorded at Glastonbury only a few days after the passing of the Kink’s bassist Pete Quaife in 2010.
Waterloo Sunset is a lovely elegy for British life as Ray knew it in the 1960s
Ray Davies sheds a tear as he starts the second tune “Days”.
IMHO “Days” is a perfect song and when I hear it I think of my late Mom. And it never fails to bring a tear to my eye.
Some of the comments under “Days” from people who’ve lost loved ones are heartbreaking and I feel very much not alone.
Here’s one of the earliest “Days” clips.
An hour of Ray Davies, the Kinks and many many friends at the 2010 Glastonbury concert …..
I hope you enjoy these as much as did I.
A Darwinian View of National Selection.
A lot of people say to me, “Emmjay, you’ve got an Ag Science background, what’s going on with the National Party?”
And that’s true. I have deep connections to the land (I have a backyard amongst the latte-sippers of Inner West Cyberia) and I am deeply connected with Gaia’s biosphere (I have some plants and sometimes wildlife flies (or scurries) in from time to time).
But I think what qualifies me to give advice in this sphere is that my sciency Darwinian background provides me with a useful framework for coming to grips with this terribly troubling National Party leadership vacuum.
Without a doubt, the best framework for understanding this matter comes from our old mate Charles Darwin. Let’s look at the Nats from this perspective.
The Nats are, of course the love children of the old Country Party, known by that phononymic joke allegedly born in Federal parliament “I’m a Country Member”, to which some wag responded “No, but I’ll try.”
The crux of Darwin’s Theory is that in every population there will be genetic mutations. And the Nats are redolent with genetic mutations. I should have rested my case after that last sentence.
But Darwin posits that some of these mutants will have characteristics that give them some superior fitness to survive and thrive when their environment gets seriously crazy – like when coal mining overtakes a rural person’s central focus or when everyone in the bush who grows stuff that’s getting hammered by climate change, votes for some clueless bozo with highly frayed moral fibre and less comprehension of science than pond scum.
Darwin theorises that Nature will weed out those individuals who are not “fit” – as you know, his phrase was survival of the fittest. Not those who are necessarily the most physically fit, but those who can adapt and thrive – be fit in changing environments – say, like a 2 degree increase in global temperatures. Although, one might hazard a guess that mental fitness could come in handy in the current Cretinacious Period.
It was not always thus, and in the Decentfolkus Period, the Nats – or the then Counts were led by men (and it was always men) who were marked by actually looking after their constituents as opposed to looking after themselves and a handful of their white shoe clad mates.
That was before the Akubra, the Drizabone and RM Williams boots became tropes in the Pretentious Period.
But enough of this wordy sciency stuff. You’re almost certainly hanging out for a decent table that distils a complex topic like “How did the National Party come to peer over the edge of a precipice that is increasingly looking like their extinction ?”
Here is the Evolution of the National Party. Courtesy of https://australianpolitics.com/parties/nationals/federal-national-party-leaders-since-1920
According to the above web page, we can summarise this in a few short paragraphs…
And I quote:
“Earle Page, the party’s second leader, is its longest-serving, at 18 years, 5 months and 8 days. Page also had the longest service in the House of Representatives, representing Cowper (NSW) for 42 years between 1919 and 1961.
The shortest-serving leader was Charles Blunt, who served 11 months between 1989 and 1990. Having deposed his predecessor Ian Sinclair, Blunt lost his seat in the general election.*
In its first 69 years since 1920, The Nationals had seven leaders.
In contrast, the period since 1989 has also seen seven leaders, including Joyce’s two non-consecutive terms
The 44 years between 1940 and 1984 was a time of unparalleled stability, with just three leaders (Fadden, McEwen and Anthony).”
Psephologists at the Pig’s Arms Socio-economic Institute have taken this one step further – identifying that no leader of the Nats with the slightest clue, has been born after 1960.
And here we see it, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls and gender non-specific people, the epoch which has triggered the threatened demise of the once great Country Party began with long haired louts in the Rollingstoneaceous Period of the 1960s.
And although it is pure speculation whether the next leader (and I use the term loosely) of the Nats will be a lump of anthracite or the methanous fart from a Holstein Friesian, what is fairly certain, is that if the Nats don’t get their (literal) shit together, they’ll be political toast in the coming climate change era.
Editor’s Note 1. Stay tuned for our next hard-hitting article – Pond Scum – how the Nat’s tried and failed to trash the Murray Darling Basin Plan….
* Editor’s Note 2 – this is not to suggest that the Hon. Blunt member was altitudinally-challenged, but that his successful challenge of his leader was met with the kind of voter backlash sadly lacking in the most recent Bonoboesque farrago.
Editor’s Note 3. It has been brought to our attention that that we may have mixed up the captions in the photographs, but we can’t for the life of us figure out how.
Editors’s Note 4 – No Antony Green was harmed in the writing of this folderol.
From the Pig’s Arms Cub Reporter Boo-boo.
In late breaking news, the entire Australian Government has lodged a class action suing the entire Australian population for defamation.
A spokeswanker for the government said they are sick and tired of being called cunts by everyone, but they are aware that Australian defamation laws cannot be used against the rest of the known – and unknown universe.
A degree of uncertainty was injected into the action when it was pointed out to the government that it is not defamation if a) it is a matter of public knowledge and b) if it can be demonstrated to be true.
Someone on paid empathy training leave was said to be considering withdrawing the government’s defamation suit but that he and his little mate Mr Potato Head were bang on with their own lawsuits because they were both great guys who would never ever think of raping anybody, especially people who might dob to the press*
*not actually true.
More on this in the late bulletin.
Story by Emmjay
So, FM said over breakfast “I bet you’re exhausted”. I said I was – but how did she know ? Was it THAT obvious ?
You snored all night.
Well, the wash up of that was a wee bit of nose surgery, which was not as disgusting or painful as I imagined it might be. Possibly tempered by coming out of anaesthesia and awakening to a lovely blond angel. I wondered whether I had in fact died and gone to heaven, she was so beautiful. If that was the case, I thought things were looking promising.
But the surgery proved to be of marginal benefit at best and some time later I agreed with my GP and enrolled in a sleep study.
The wired of Oz
The results were truly amazing. Apart from the challenge of sleeping in a hospital bed all wired up all night – plugged into a machine that monitors everything – brain waves, oxygen saturation, wakefulness – was the ignominy of having to ask the sleep technician to unplug me a couple of times to answer the call of nature.
Cutting to the chase, I was almost waking up – that is just short of actually opening the eyes, up to 60 times an hour. This is caused by my floppy airways collapsing, my oxygen level falling and the good old brain saving my life time and time again by (almost) waking me up. While it’s quite nice to be kept alive, what’s not so nice is to be constantly exhausted because my quality of sleep was so appallingly bad. This had serious impacts on my effectiveness at work and I was struggling to stay awake by 2:00 in the afternoon. So I loaded up with caffeine – which would later make things even worse.
It’s considered normal to have periods of deep sleep, light sleep, rapid eye movement (REM) sleep and dreaming and to wake up a few times, but the obvious treatment for me was to get a Continuous Positive Airways Pressure (CPAP) machine. My wake-ups fell from an average of 58 to 8 per hour. Then 5, and sometimes 3. Five light sleep periods – almost wake-ups is regarded as normal. And although having a face mask and scuba-like tubing does nothing to increase my attractiveness for FM, I am now sleeping solidly not for a long time – maybe 5-6 hours a night, but the quality of my sleep has rocketed up.
I have started to dream again – and remember some, in colour and often. These are markers of achieving some deep sleep and there are lovely consequences – like being far less forgetful and a lot more energetic the next day.
Which brings me to Professor Matt Walker.
A couple of days ago I chanced to encounter a TeD talk (the first of several) by the good professor and he shed an incredible amount of light on the subject. Like what’s happening in the brain during sleep and the rather serious effects of sleep deprivation – including the terror of Alzheimers disease. The biology is fascinating to say the least.
He discusses the surprising effects of caffeine (a stimulant, obviously) and alcohol (a sedative). His discussions are compelling reasons to have a think about how much – and when in the day one might imbibe. Matt isn’t a hard line wowser, but research findings like – caffeine has a half life of 12 hours – which means even a coffee at breakfast will still result in half that caffeine being in the body at bedtime. So we sleep less well, get up with a quarter of yesterday’s caffeine still floating around, feel a bit slow and depend on an other cup of coffee to get going. Do you see where this is heading ?
Did you know that while alcohol in the evening makes us relax and sometimes fall asleep, later in the night the party is still going on in the brain and the housekeeping (like committing today’s thoughts to long term memory) and cleaning up (servicing the brain engine – flushing out the biochemical waste) don’t get done. Which I reckon sounds bad.
Anyway – Prof Matthew Walker is the real deal and I can see why his book “Why we Sleep – the New Science of Sleep and Dreams” has become a massive best seller.
Take the time to have a look at a few short videos – and you will see not just that which he says, is an interesting and powerful message, but that his presentation and organisation of thought are really excellent.
Here you go…..
This talk has had 11 million views. ELEVEN MILLION !
But there are others – he tends to present every year or so on TED and there are lots of useful tips on how to improve your sleep – without going to CPAP – but he does say that if you have sleep apnoea, you need to get that looked at as a first priority.
See you. I’m off for a snooze
“Frank !” “How the fuck are you ?”
“Good as the gold in my ring, George”. “Listen, I won’t dilly-dally. I thought O’Way was going to London. What’s the dope ?”
“You mean apart from O’Way” ? said George.
“Frank, it’s a paedo assignment.” said George.
“I see”, said Frank.
“But to kill the risk as well as not to draw attention to anyone past or present, Id’ like you to consider someone with , how shall we say, less profile and definitely less insight than O’Way.”
“Foodge ?” said George.
“Right man for the job”, said Frank.
“Abyssinia” said Frank
“Abyssinia” said George.
I dunno either said Emm to Big.
He seems to be wandering aimlessly through his life.
Rudderless, said Big.
I think we have to find him some … ah…. outlet, said Big.
Maybe we should ask him, said Emm.
Do you think he might, ah, have a clue ?
I suspect not, said Big.
Something with travel involved ? I think the readers would love to see Foodge take a break from private eye work.
What about travel and private eye ?
You mean … say an upper class paparazzi / royal watcher / gossip uncle ?
How the hell are we going to sell that one to Foodge ? said Big.
Watch this ! said Emm.
The envelope read “Mr F. Oodge, 1/23 Rutland Court, Knightbridge, London SW3”.
Foodge could hardly believe his luck. The phone rang. Foodge here, he said. Good morning Mr Foodge, welcome to London, said a cultivated voice that Foodge pegged as a cross between Eton and Drinkin’. Mr Foodge, I’m Carstairs from Farkim Anisorss, solicitors to the newly fabulously wealthy and influential.
Well, is it car or stairs ? asked Foodge. I’m a man going up in the world. Carstairs laughed obligingly. May I ask you if you’d grace us with your presence in Chambers this afternoon, Mr Foodge ? Go ahead and ask, said Foodge. Carstairs suppressed a small exasperation sound. Will you please come own to Chambers this afternoon Mr Foodge, I will send a car.
At this stage, Big frowned at Foodge because he could see Foodge extending the Carstairs joke one bridge too far. So lets call him Catdog suggests Emm or what about RoadRage.
Certainly, said Foodge. May you ask the purpose of my visit ? It’s because Emmjay has a hankering to write “wood-panelled chamber”. Well, far be it for me to disappoint Uncle Emm, said Foodge[ Editors Note Bhwhahahahawhha, hysterical]. It’s meaningless by the way but true.
Impressive, said Big. Now he’s moved on from a mild mannered faux private dick. Now what ? Well, said Emm, we’ve got the choice between launching a relocated and more textured adventure, and covering the back story.
New adventure, said Big, who drew out his imaginary Olivetti Lapwriter and began tapping away like a man possessed.
Emm, said Big. How did you come up with Foodge’s London address ? Well, there was this show on SBS about a department store in Knightsbridge and I googled flats for sale in Knightsbridge. How much did Foodge’s flat cost ? said Big. Nothing too flash, said M. About 1.7 million pounds. It’s a 2 bedder, but UK real estate advertisements, for some reason are not too particular about bathrooms, said Emm – unable to resist a good stereotype when he could see a gap for one.
Thanks to Algy for most of the pictures
written an spoken by emmjay and hungoneon
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