Ocean Drive ~ Sunderland to South Shields
The location looks exotic, and is. The duo sound exotic, and aren’t. In reality it’s all as English as cricket. I didn’t know that when I bought the album, funny how one can be fooled into seeing and hearing what one expects…..
Hell, In SoCal people think I’m Californian, and I’m a Geordie Boy.
Please listen critically.
it’s the North Sea
not the Pacific Ocean
if at first you don’t succeed, try something else
You may be aware that here in England we’re suffering from 28 days of very strict coronavirus lockdown, which comes to an end on December 2nd. Except that’s not the end of it ~ when this period of miserable self-isolation ends we will be entering an indeterminate period of lockdown by tiers. Wouldn’t you know it, the whole of the North East of England is in the strictest tier 3, which is almost as bad as the bloody terrible state we are already suffering.
Of course the whole country is in an uproar, and I do not blame anyone for complaining in the bitterest terms. Prime Minister Boris Johnson won’t be able to get elected as a dog-catcher after this. And as for the sanctimonious twerp of a Health Secretary Matt Hancock ~ as his name says
what a wanker.
Except, I’ve found an escape clause. There is nothing to stop me from going to an airport as long as I don’t stay overnight, and there’s nothing to stop me from boarding an aeroplane.
So, at 11:15 on Sunday December 6th I’m flying to Cancun, to stay in the utterly fantastic fabulously expensive, all inclusive, Royalton Suites Resort and Spa. How cool is that? Two weeks in the sun instead of two weeks of miserable lockdown in the cold, grey North of England.
Any volunteers to be a travelling companion can apply in the comments section.
it’s tough at the top
maybe she was that way because she was sad and lonely
leaving a carnal, sexual, woman
one battle over, one victory won
the long struggle that will end
one day in honesty and freedom
not for her, not for years to come
heading to her favorite bar
to look for a much younger man
humiliation scars deeper than the lash
renting a Mustang does not alleviate humiliation
It is only very recently that I have had the courage to take a long, hard look at my life. The implications of my actions over recent years are severe. Obsession, overindulgence in the wrong people and things, dissipation, confusion, despair, joylessness are what mark my days. A struggle with addiction to alcohol. The proximate cause of that addiction ~ an unhappy destructive toxic affair. The waste of time, money, and love now weigh heavily on my mind.
And yet, I was very unwilling and almost unable to finally break that bond ~ a bond that had no future except walking deeper into the dark slough of despond. Call it sexual immaturity, desperation, or lack of self-worth ~ I was deeply attracted to someone who has been, is, and would go on being extremely bad for me. If she could, she could well spell my doom, for in many ways she is a witch.
I needed to open my eyes and understand the extent of my bondage before I could begin to see a way out. Escaping from a black widow is not the easiest thing for a man to do. I was caught in an unhealthy unproductive place, ignorant of the truth and its implications. I was obsessed by a person, the idea of her, a pattern of behaviour and the booze that went along with it. Even in the midst of everything I knew it was all bad for me. I had severe doubts in my own future, and dark thoughts of my own demise.
It will be all right, now that I have realised that I don’t always have to pay for my past mistakes. I had a false picture of myself and the situation I was in, but now I can hold fast to the best vision of who I am and the man I shall become.
Now I have freed myself from constant deep humiliation I can know resurrection, renewal and revival, my long-dormant inner man coming back to life.
Despite everything, this is a time for me to be happy, joyous, and free.
six times I traveled to Southern California to meet my own nightmare
giving thanks should not be shut up in a single day
While most Americans sort of believe the picturesque story of a convivial feast between the 51 or so surviving Pilgrims and around 90 Native Americans, perhaps from the Wampanoag Nation, the truth is far more complicated and perhaps a good deal murkier.
The Pilgrims had hardly explored the shores of Cape Cod for four days before they had robbed the graves of my ancestors and stolen their corn and beans. ~ Wamsutta Frank James, Wampanoag activist
Today, especially today, we can understand that within months of the disease ravaged Pilgrims winter 1620 arrival in North America, the native population was decimated by European illnesses. In addition there is strong evidence that the Puritans set the pattern for white settlers in America by seizing Native Lands, killing and enslaving the indigenous populations. Perhaps you could check out the Pequot Massacre of 1637.
As it goes, if there was ever a Thanksgiving Feast at all there is no evidence that the Wampanoags were there, or were even invited.
Being very religious people, it is more likely that the Pilgrims were celebrating a delayed Michaelmas, a harvest festival honouring the archangel Michael, who is a symbol of good triumphing over evil. Back then Michaelmas Day was October 10th. It gets more complex than that because in the protracted switch from the Juilan to Gregorian calendar from 10 to 18 days were removed from the year. That happened in 1752 in the USA. So, only God, George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, Sarah Josepha Hale, and the Wampanoag peoples know when Thanksgiving happened, if it’s not just a popular myth or a political invention.
Personally I believe that any feast, festival, or religious observance at this time of year is directly related to the autumn equinox, when our ancient ancestors would bemoan / celebrate that the day and night were of exactly equal length. From then on the days would get shorter, the nights longer, the weather colder, and winter would soon come howling in.
At least our English festival at this time of year, Guy Fawkes Night, is based on hard historical fact.
Enjoy your Thanksgiving.
Stonehenge is just a calendar
A HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ONE AND ALL
The turkey. The Sweet potatoes. The stuffing. The pumpkin pie. Is there anything else we can all agree so vehemently about?
there is always something for which to be thankful
Well, it’s Wednesday not Friday, but there wouldn’t be much point in my publishing some Thanksgiving recipes the day after the event. So forgive my erroneous title, it’s for a good cause.
You know that we don’t have Thanksgiving here in England, and that some of the things you serve make no sense to me; candied yams for one. Yet, part of me wishes we did have a Thanksgiving feast in the dark months before Christmas.
Have a very happy day tomorrow.
So, first up this week we have a Candied Yams recipe from Lena Abraham at Delish magazine. (I don’t believe I’ve ever had yams…..)
This is another dish I really don’t get, but I understand goes down very well on the Thanksgiving board. From Gimme Some Oven; The Best Green Bean Casserole. This dish is also really healthy. Enjoy.
The Best Green Bean Casserole
All great meals need a light appitiser that one can also use as a snack with drinks if friends call around. Jessica Merchant at How Sweet Eats has this very easy recipe for Smoky Chipotle Cheddar Twists. I just know these will disappear fast…..
Smoky Chipotle Cheddar Twists
One of the most critical things about a turkey dinner is the gravy. Ergo from Chungah at Damn Delicious we have; How To Make the Best Turkey Gravy. Looks good to me.
How To Make the Best Turkey Gravy
To start off your Thanksgiving day with a very seasonal holiday breakfast we have these Easy Fluffy Eggnog Cinnamon Rolls from Tieghan Gerard at Half Baked Harvest. These would also go well as a dessert with coffee after dinner.
Easy Fluffy Eggnog Cinnamon Rolls
Our collection this week is from Country Living magazine; 68 Easy Thanksgiving Recipe Ideas the Family is Sure to Love. From this collection I have chosen to feature their Ginger Pumpkin Pie.
Ginger Pumpkin Pie
oh yes, cook a second turkey for the dog
but where are the trimmings?
it takes courage to be positive and happy when you’re hurting
sometimes we all need a little quiet contemplation
Reading back through my blog I’ve realised that so many of my posts are negative, critical of others, and quite cynical. My only excuse is that in recent years my heart has been hurting and my head has been confused. There is no cure for that unless one wants to change. You can’t stop being negative until you realise that there is another way of looking at life.
Well, there is going to be no more of that. It’s way past time that I looked on the bright side of life.
The world is a wonderful place, filled with dreamy clouds and blue skies if you have the will to search for them. Most people are good, interesting, and kind; and if you come across the other sort, someone truly toxic, then walk away from them, and don’t look back.
Be crazy, be weird, be stupid, be creative, be whatever ~ life is to short to be anything but happy.
I’ll get by with a little help from my friend.
Marmaduke is always happy
happiness is what we find at the end of the road
Right now, this minute, I’m damn happy. I have walked away from the person who was making me miserable, and you can make no more positive step on the road to happiness than that.
Not the Bob Marley original, but a happy version nevertheless.
Don’t worry, be happy.
most folks are as happy as they make up their minds to be