Did life exist outside of the immediate environs of the local streets? A few months ago I drove to see my daughter for the first time since Christmas and outside of the city boundaries I marvelled at how little seemed to have changed over six months – why would it? “But oh! That’s still there!” The trees were all with blossom and the hedges covered with white hawthorn. So spring-like …. life beginning to return.

White Hawthorn by the roadside

It has been a long time coming, this idea we could get on an airplane and jet off somewhere. The last time had been to Estoril in Portugal last summer and, thwarted at both Christmas and Easter, we started crossing fingers and toes and everything else that our summer trip to Estoril could go ahead. Nothing was certain – we knew that the Portuguese airline TAP was not flying from our local Gatwick Airport after a number of tantalising searches – it appeared that it might have flown if there were enough people who wanted to fly and then only once a week and if that didn’t happen then bad luck and back to square one. So we tried British Airways, accepting that they don’t fly to Lisbon out of Gatwick so we would need to get to Heathrow. Not wanting to get up at sparrow fart we booked a flight in the afternoon and absorbed all the guidance and regulatory changes that came and went like a whore’s drawers.

We established that we needed to have a pre-flight Covid test and that we booked at Gatwick Airport; about the only thing that was functioning there! Then BA cancelled our flight. They had a funny way to communicating what could have been devastating news; they told us the flight we were booked on was cancelled in one email and then a few minutes later, once our spirits were well and truly down in the dumps, emailed to say they had booked us on an early flight on the same day. The smiles returned!

This earlier flight required an overnight stay somewhere around the airport as with Check-In at 0530, the alternative was leaving Hove at 0345, not being sure whether it was a late night or an early morning. Our preferred hotel would have been the Sofitel Hotel adjacent to Terminal 5, from whence we were departing the following day. Sadly Covid Quarantineers had taken all the rooms so we ended up at the Marriott Hotel on Bath Road.

Our journey from Hove was in a taxi driven by Del, an Albanian whose sister lives on Corfu. He’s a nice chap and we compared, with mask-muffled voices, Covid stories on the way to the hotel. His country has a reputation for fierce family honour and rivalry, and criminality; fortunately Del is as straight as a die!

At the Marriott Hotel Kristina, behind the Reception Desk, had that very prominent Eastern European accent and offered, when asked, that she came from Moldova. I am reasonably geographically-literate but couldn’t immediately place Moldova.

What did come to mind was the name of that great raconteur Peter Ustinov! It seemed the sort of place he would have been involved in or even from, possibly an Ambassador in some film! Actually his father was of Russian, German, Polish and Ethiopian Jewish descent, while his mother had French, German, Italian and Russian blood. He was born in Swiss Cottage, London in 1921; so not Moldovan! But I knew Moldova had been a former Soviet Republic and used Google Earth to establish it’s sandwiched between Romania to its west and Ukraine to its east. It’s one of the poorest countries in Europe so Kristina was maybe better off here in the UK? 

Having settled into our room we ventured down to the only place to eat, a Carluccio’s on the ground floor. From 1999, Antonio Carluccio had built up a chain of some 70 restaurants serving ‘authentic Italian cuisine’, but it had gone into administration in March 2020. Some 30 outlets and 800 jobs were saved when Giraffe and Ed’s Easy Diner’s owner BRG bought the chain.

The manager greeted us and as he showed us to our table, explained they were just getting used to the Carluccio franchise and asked us to comment after our meal. Marta took our order: Bruschetta for Celina and a steak for me. Airport hotel restaurants always have a funny collection of diners, us included I guess (!), most presumably flying off somewhere or maybe just arrived? My comments to the hotel went like this: “Bread and cold salad-dressed tomatoes, not a Basil leaf in sight, no brush of garlic and no suggestion of warmth, does not equal Bruschetta. My steak was meant to have a ‘garnish of rocket’ – I am always a little suspicious when I read ‘garnish’ as it’s so much an after-thought – sure enough the rocket had probably died the day before – limp, going slightly brown. Later, Marta had told me the ‘bread & butter pudding’ was made from chocolate and croissant; ‘What’s not to like?’, I thought. It needed 20 seconds or so in the microwave to unfreeze it – cold and stolid! They thanked me for being honest and gave me 6000 Marriott bonus points!

An expensive electric Jaguar

We booked a cab for 0500 to take us the short hop to Terminal 5. The all-electric Jaguar was a delight although our driver said he didn’t use it for long journeys as its range was limited. He lived locally, started work at 0230 and was all finished by lunchtime! Suddenly we were at T5 and paying the £15 for a ten minute ride – worth getting up at 0100 for perhaps?

Did we have the right documentation and/or QR Codes at check-in? Fortunately we seemed to be OK …. and joked to the lady whether anyone filled their 32kg suitcase allowance . She and her colleague started giggling, listing the items people put in their suitcases ….. for instance, potatoes if flying to Ghana, microwaves …….

We grabbed some breakfast in the lounge, having to order through the QR Reader, picked up some duty free and made our way to the gate.

We took off on time, flew out over Hayling and Thorney Islands and Chichester Harbour,

The Isle of Wight on the right, with Hayling & Thorney Islands above the engine

had a tail wind that shortened our flight time by 30 minutes and landed early.  

The Tagus estuary with Estoril & Cascais top centre. You can see the wooded hills around Sintra on the horizon and then it’s the Atlantic coast.

Fifty minutes later we were in Estoril. Good to be here!

Richard 30^th July 2021

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PS Those slippers referred to in PC 220 of March had been returned to Hove, despite me writing to the Portuguese Prime Minister, who had the good grace to reply! They were in my luggage this time and now where they should have been in November, with my mother-in-law!

PC 240 They Go Together Like (2)

A continuation from PC 239 …….

Gin & Tonic – or G&T as it’s often referred to! A real staple of Middle England’s drinkers, a shot or two of gin, a slice of lemon, some ice and a sprig of mint …. oh! and a little tonic (Schweppes of course). The first drink is a great pick-me-up, the second has less effect and the third likely to make most individuals a little morose! I can still taste my first on a ferry from Civitavecchia to Olba in Sardinia in 1976; my Lancia Fulvia had been hoisted onto the deck, which meant I could sleep in it. More recently I discovered Gordon’s G&T with 0.5% ABV; that little percentage made all the difference. But habits change and now Diageo say they recognise the customers’ shift towards non-alcoholic drinks and will only make 0.0% G&T ….. and only in a can. There is probably another PC on the different flavours of gin available but I would have to ask my daughter to contribute to that ……. and she’s busy with a Chickenpoxed child!

Hansel & Gretel – The German fairy tale published in 1812 by the Brothers Grimm. Hansel and his sister Gretel are abandoned in a forest, but cared for by a witch who lives in a house made of gingerbread, cake and pastries. Her plan to fatten the two children prior to eating them is thwarted by Gretel, who kills her, before taking all the witches treasures and returning home.

Jekyll & Hyde – the surgeon who performed my heart bypass back in 2013 was called Hyde – the connection with the split personality of Mr Jekyll and his alter ego Mr Hyde could have caused a few sleepless nights, as it was Robert Louis Stevenson’s Mr Hyde that wouldn’t accept responsibility for his evil crimes!

Lager & Lime – Lager with a shot of lime cordial, a mixture popular in the 1980s but looked down on by seasoned drinkers.

Laurel & Hardy – Stan Laurel, a skinny American comedian, teamed up with Oliver Hardy, a stouter chap, to form a double act that began in the era of the silent films. From 1927 to 1955 they made some 107 short films.

M&S – Michael Marks and Thomas Spencer started their clothing and food supplier in Leeds in 1884; nowadays the 959 stores are known as M&Ss. My mother irreverently referred to her local shop as Marks.

Milk & More – (see PC 203) ‘Doorstep deliveries’ of milk have become popular again and ‘Milk & More’ seem to have the lion’s share of the business in southern England. In addition to milk they sell other dairy products and eggs and bread. 

Morecombe & Wise – Eric Morecombe and Ernie Wise were an iconic English comic double act that had huge radio and television success over 43 years, only ending when Eric died in 1984.

There is a statue of the pair at Euston Station in London and one of Eric doing his characteristic leap overlooking Morecombe Bay 

Night & Day – A song sung by Diana Krall, Ella Fitzgerald, Frank Sinatra and others, written by Cole Porter. See also PCs 124 and 125

Peaches & Cream – like strawberries and cream, as a desert. Initially only tinned peaches were available here but now nothing nicer then taking a fresh peach, halving it and popping the halves under a hot grill, with a little ground ginger. The word combination became synonymous with the perfect complexion for a female face.

Pitch & Putt – a derivative of golf, but the hole length is typically 90 metres and only 2 or 3 clubs are used.

Port & Starboard. To identify shipping and shipping lanes at night, lights are used. Port is the left side of a ship and it’s marked by a red light. The other side, Starboard, is marked with a green light. To remember which is which, the alcoholic fortified wine port is red in colour and port has four letters, like left. When arriving at an estuary from the sea, the left hand side is marked with red lights.  

Rain or Shine – Alternating rain and sunshine is something we have to cope with a great deal here in the UK, particularly in April, although the changing climate is increasing their likelihood in any month. ‘Come rain or shine’ means it’ll happen, whatever!

(For) Richer (for) Poorer. The traditional wedding vows contain this well-known couplet, sandwiched between ‘for better, for worse’ and ‘in sickness and in health’. A 1997 film of the same name starring Kirstie Alley and Tom Allen grossed over $32 million. 

Romeo & Juliet. I started writing about these famous Shakespearean lovers and decided this, this romantic love, could easily be a separate topic. So look out for a PC entitled Doomed Love!

Sausage & Mash – another British staple; meaty sausages and mashed potatoes. Or sausages into a batter and baked in the oven for Toad-in-The-Hole.

Salt & Pepper – S&P – the seemingly natural additives to food, before cooking or after. Recently someone queried why it’s become the norm to add black pepper. Being a lover of freshly ground black pepper I was a little taken aback, as it seems such a good additive – but there are alternatives to the ubiquitous ‘black pepper’!

Salt & Vinegar – a very popular combination for crisps; not one I share!!

Spit & Polish – to achieve a real depth of shine on polished leather, like on drill boots, spit is used to wet the cloth before adding the polish. Very effective!

Surf & Turf – if you go to a trendy gastro pub you might well see this on the menu, the idea that some meat and some fish might go together on the same plate? Sounds weird when I write it like that?

Tom & Jerry – A series of 161 comedy short films made in 1940 by William Hanna and Joseph Barbera featured a cat called Tom and a mouse named Jerry. Safe to say they probably have had their moment! Not to be confused with Ben & Jerry who make gorgeous ice cream!

Top & Tail – if you need an endoscopy and a colonoscopy the gastroenterologists refer to this as a top and tail. I wonder whether the cameras meet in the middle somehow?

Track & Trace – the only two word combination I could think of relating to the Covid 19 Pandemic but there must be more?

Tongue & Groove – Sheets of ready-formed tongue & grove made of MDF and in various thicknesses must be a DIY enthusiast’s dream?

Weights & Measures – ‘Shared Regulatory Services’ has a responsibility to ensure customers and other businesses do not receive short weight when purchasing good, as regulated by the Weights & Measures Act 1985

Whatever pops into one’s head!

Richard 23^rd July 2021

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Cockney rhyming slang has been a feature of life in England seemingly forever but for those of us who weren’t born within the sound of the church bells of St Mary-le-Bow, it’s probably a bit of a mystery! It was created by Cockneys so they could speak freely in front of the local police, who were stationed at the new Bow Street Police Station in the early part of the C19th. Some word combinations are common enough, like Whistle & Flute for a suit, or Apple & Pears meaning stairs; Trouble & Strife is also well-known for wife – the choice of words shouting experience!

The prevailing south westerly winds ensure the sound of the bells covers a wide area of north east London.

Others include Bottle & Glass for ‘arse’, Bristol City for Titty (as in breast!) Butchers Hook for look (“I’ll take a butchers”) at my China Plate – mate. Dog & Bone is well known as Cockney for ‘phone and Frog & Toad for road, but Turkish Bath for laugh? Maybe you know that Mince Pies mean eyes and Pork Pies lies (Porkies??) …… and then Treacle Tart for sweetheart and Raspberry Tart for fart.

Go me thinking about words that have become natural partners, like husband & wife I guess! There are probably hundreds but here are some of the ones that have dropped into my consciousness: you may think the choices reflect my age? Of course!

Ancient & Modern – ‘Hymns Ancient & Modern’ is a collection of 273 hymns in common use in the Church of England. Forced attendance on Sundays has ensured the hymnal’s title is forever burned into my memory!

Bacon & Eggs – rashers of streaky bacon, a couple of fried eggs on fried bread, with optional tomatoes, mushrooms and baked beans (and black pudding if you lived north of Watford): those of us who have migrated to a healthier breakfast are often tempted to choose this combination off the hotel menu for breakfast. And why not, once in a while?

Bill & Ben – The Flower Pot Men were an important part of children’s television in1950s Britain. Marionettes fashioned out of wooden flowerpots, Bill and his friend Ben told stories about the garden in which they lived, much to the amusement of another creation called ‘Little Weed’. Not many people had a television set and if you did have one, it was most certainly not colour; this was a programme about a colourful garden so one aspect of the programme was not transmitted!! Bill and Ben had ordinary male voices, although Ben had a trademark nonsense word ‘flobabdob’! Little Weed was a dandelion with a smiley face, forever squeaking ‘weeeeeeeeed’.

Bits & Pieces – A hit song by the Dave Clark Five in 1964: ‘Since you left me and said goodbye, I’m in pieces, bits and pieces.’

Black and Tans – The Black and Tans (Irish: Dúchrónaigh) were constables recruited into the Royal Irish Constabulary as reinforcements during the Irish War of Independence. Recruitment began in 1920 and eventually over 10,000 men were enlisted. (A very dark green and khaki uniform earned them their nickname) They developed a reputation for brutality and reprisal attacks on civilians; this did nothing but sway public opinion against British rule.   

Black & White – used as a title for various dramas, remembered for being a blended Scotch whisky. The bottle’s label featured a black Scottish Terrier and a white West Highland Terrier.

B&Q – DIY enthusiasts here in the UK will know the ubiquitous B&Q, a large superstore selling everything they wanted, and more. Opened in 1969 in Southampton by Richard Block & David Quayle, its initial name of Block & Quayle was quickly shortened to B&Q. By the end of the 1980s B&Q became part of the Kingfisher Group and in the following decade merged with Castorama, France’s largest DIY retailer. B&Q became the corporate sponsor for the international sailor Ellen Macarthur who in 2005 became the fastest person to sail solo around the globe, crossing the finishing line off Ushant after 71days and 14 hours at sea. Her yacht – B&Q!

The orange-and-white 75ft trimaran, plastered with the B&Q logo, had become a familiar sight. A B&Q spokeswoman said: “She has such a ‘can do’ personality; she has proved she really can do it, which fits with the B&Q brand which tries to encourage people to do DIY.” The B&Q slogan? “You can do it if you B&Q it!”     

Bow & Stern – one’s the pointy end of a boat, the other the blunt end.

Bubble &Squeak – a traditional British dish made from cooked potatoes and cabbage, mixed together and fried. First mentioned in 1762.

Champagne & Oysters – both contain complimentary sets of umami flavours that act synergistically to enhance the taste. You need to like oysters in the first place!!

Chapter & Verse – Giving a complete detailed account of what had happened. Often used in quotations from religious texts.

Cow & Gate – A UK dairy products company, founded in 1882. Merged with United Diaries in 1959 to become Unigate.  

Decline & Fall – ….. of The Roman Empire’ by Edward Gibbon (1766-1788). Used in a strangled way by the BBC for its 1976 sitcom ‘The Fall and Rise of Reginald Perrin’.

Donner und Blizen – the most famous of Santa Claus’s reindeer after Rudolph and note the German word for ‘and’!

…..with mushy peas!

Fish & Chips – I remember going to a fish & chip shop at the back of the Royal Crescent in Bath and buying a portion of chips; they came in a cone of grease-proof paper, wrapped in a piece of newspaper. The fish in England is normally Cod, whilst north of the border in Scotland Haddock; Cod has a longer shelf life than Haddock and in pre-refrigeration days most of England’s fish came from Scotland. Traditionally beef dripping was used to cook the fish and chips, although nowadays you are more likely to find rapeseed, peanut or palm oil.

To be continued ………

Richard 16^th July 2021

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The other afternoon I had an appointment with my dentist. These have been completely unavailable during the lockdown so it was a relief to be able to have my first check-up in a year. The tools with which I chew, bite and grind up whatever I put in my mouth have taken their fair share of damage over the years, probably starting in my childhood with rampant disregard to health warnings about too much sugar. Actually that’s not true; there were no warnings about sugar! Many years on, engineering works abound, but fortunately no dentures – sorry, this may be too much information?

The advice about brushing at least twice a day, about using floss or dental brushes or airbrushes, Fluoride toothpaste or not, gush around like mouthwash. My aim, sitting in the chair, is to ignore what is going on and focus on something on the ceiling. So I am looking up and notice that the neon strip lights are in a different fitting; maybe new lights? Not in themselves remarkable, except that the previous fittings had had a wide cover and the new ones are a great deal narrower.

When the original fittings were up, a decorator had removed the embossed paper that covered the whole ceiling. Now around each strip light was a surviving oblong of cream paper. The electrician who had changed the lights obviously was not qualified to remove the paper. Got me thinking about good and not-so-good designers and tradespeople. Anyone with even the slightest nod to ‘good standards’ would have taken a Stanley knife and cut away the paper. 

If you regularly read these scribbles you may remember from July 2018 a photograph of some urinals in a motorway service station in Portugal? I think these must be the greatest, most thoughtful design of men’s urinals on the planet, catering as they do for variations in us chaps’ height. They are of course a nod to the foreign tourists, as no Portuguese national would be able to use the highest one, unless …..

You may wonder how I managed to take the photograph without someone looking at me askance and …..

I have made bits and pieces throughout my life and, being slightly OCD, know the importance of things being exactly vertical or exactly horizontal. (Note 1) Our apartment here in Amber House was brand new in 2012, the result of the conversion of an old people’s home, the original building dating from 1890. Five months after we moved in the company responsible for the work came for a ‘snagging’ inspection. I handed out an Excel spreadsheet where I had noted ‘snags’, to assist them, you understand! I showed them this light switch.

Why couldn’t the electrician simply apply a spirit level? Probably because the same individual positioned other light switches behind open doors?

For nine months we suffered a slight whiff of drains around our kitchen sinks, despite our obsessive attempts to get rid of it. Eventually we engaged a professional plumber who took one look under the right-hand sink and said: “Well! That’s easy! The dickhead who put this in put the U-Bend on the wrong side!” (Note 2)

The red outlines where the U Bend was!!

It took him five minutes to change it around. I wrote to the company that was responsible for the conversion but didn’t get a reply!!

Good design comes in all shapes and sizes. I love this sink in a hotel’s ‘washroom’ – no plug to collect the gunge, just free-flowing water onto a ceramic surface and a chute at the back.

We have three extractor fans in the apartment, one in the hall loo for obvious reasons and downstairs in both bathrooms to assist with steam removal. The isolator switch for each fan has been placed centrally outside, above the door. I am 187cms tall; if I stretch my arm up my fingertips reach to about 217. Celina is considerably shorter and has to jump high to operate the switch.

When I asked the snagging team why the switch was almost unreachable they said it needed to be out of the reach of children. Wow! I know the population is gradually getting taller but zero common sense was applied to where the switch was located; this must have been an architect, positioning ‘fixtures & fittings’. Probably the same one who positioned the towel rail in the en-suite, although this time, in a nod to those vertically challenged amongst us, placed the bottom rung 15 cms off the floor; very useful huh?

In case you think I can be far too critical, I do admire good design and good workmanship! The local owner of a number of expensive cars, and I mean worth-a-huge-amount-of-money type cars, bought and renovated a row of three run-down garages on Albany Villas some 18 months ago; the three-car garage behind his substantial house was full. His obsession with great design recognised in the choice of his automobiles translates into the quality he demanded of the builders. Brick pillars affront the pavement and are joined by electronic gates. The brickwork is simply beautiful.

But good or not-so-good, it’s better to have things the right way up as opposed to being upside down!

A couple of photographs of Brighton’s Upside Down House

Richard 9^th July 2021

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PS This Upside Down House is located on Brighton’s promenade. (www.upsidedownhouse.co.uk) Photographs courtesy of Holly Monnery

Note 1 My daughter has a ‘photographs wall’, covered in some thirty or forty (?) framed photographs. When I see her I can’t stop myself making sure they are all level!!

Note 2 The U Bend in pipework is designed to hold water, so that unpleasant smells can’t come up from the drain. It was fitted so an open pipe was attached to the drain.

Here in the United Kingdom we were not used to the ‘Briefing Room’ presentations so loved by, for instance, the Americans. If the monarch or Prime Minister (PM) want to address the Nation, they do it from a chair or from behind a desk, with a certain informality guaranteed; that is the British way, understated but no less important. That changed for politicians at the beginning of the Covid pandemic last year, when the PM needed moral support in the form of specialist advisors to help field the inevitable questions …… that he couldn’t answer.

We became used to a daily briefing, with the scientists demonstrating through complex graphs the various indications of where the virus and therefore the crisis was going. You remember the dreaded R Number? Anything above 1 was not good. Sure, we got inured to the scale and complexity of Covid but if you didn’t know someone who had it, there was a little of the ‘it’s not going to happen to me, I’m fit and healthy’. That view no longer holds any water as the virus has raged indiscriminately across all ages, genders and societal levels!

The fluctuating number of Covid cases in the UK

As the pandemic continued, so the briefings became more formal and a brand new ‘briefing suite’ was created – at the cost of some £2.6million. Then the government got cold feet, not wanting to emulate the White House Press conferences where the Press Corp is always looking to ask a more poignant question, and reverted to the three individuals. The PM has generally been in the chair, actually standing behind a podium (!), except of course when he was in hospital himself, seriously ill. The top team is the PM, the Chief Medical Officer and the Chief Scientific Advisor. The choice of three individuals invariably gives rise to parallels with the three monkeys, one who is deaf, one who is blind and one who is dumb, but I can never work out which description applies to who.

Occasionally other members of the Cabinet have been in the PM’s spot. The Home Secretary, Ms Priti Patel, has chaired a few but at 5ft 3” (160cms) she is vertically challenged and has to have a step behind the podium to give her a lift! During the pandemic and lockdown their interrogators have appeared on a large screen.

I haven’t watched many of these briefings, but the other evening’s was running late and I caught the tail end. Professor Chris Whitty, the government’s Chief Medical Officer, not to be confused with Sir Patrick Vallance, the Chief Scientific Advisor, was speaking, re-enforcing his comments with some illustrations. These days they are obviously digitally produced and show up on a large television screen. There are many things I see or hear that make my jaw drop in amazement; maybe this is because standards have slipped or perhaps I have got more fuddy-duddy. My mouth hit the floor when I heard, for the fifth time, Chris Whitty say: “Next Slide Please”. Of course he would say ‘please’ as he’s a quiet and cultured individual but was he really instructing someone out of sight to change the graph? Didn’t he have a button beneath his finger? Very mid-C20th!

I started these scribbles at the beginning of this week, so you can imagine my surprise when, in The Times on Wednesday 30^th June, the cartoonist Peter Brookes picked up Whitty’s phraseology as well:

Two mindless individuals had hassled Chris Whitty for a selfie in St James’ Park!

Hearing ‘Next Slide Please’ immediately took me back to when I first started giving presentations. You remember the vufoil projector?

You scribbled on a piece of acetate with some form of marker pen, then asked someone to put the vufoils on the projector in order.

An illustration of how individuals end up stuck in their careers

Invariably some were back to front, or upside down: some choice of colour made the words or diagrams difficult to read. Giving scripted presentations about the air threat to ground forces in my time as an instructor at the Royal School of Artillery required a copy of what I was saying. This was annotated with ‘vufoil on’ and ‘vufoil off’ for the person next to the projector.

All this reminds me of a general who was well known for giving excellent presentations, but never thanked his team who worked hard to produce the script and supporting visuals. Eventually they had had enough: at the start of one presentation, armed with twenty sheets of script and lots of slides, the general launched into his polished delivery. Finishing page two, he turned the page to start Page Three. Covering the whole page were five words: “You are on you own!” The remaining pages were blank.

I left the Army and joined Short Brothers’ Missile Systems Division’s Sales Team. After a year trudging around Europe I was given ‘India and the Far East’ as my patch. My presentation changed depending on the audience and their security clearance, but my briefcase contained a large circular carousel of slides, one development up from the printed vufoil. By this time the slide projector could normally be operated by a remote control.

One presentation was to a team at the Japanese Defence Contractor Kawasaki Heavy Industries, in a suburb of Tokyo. The slide projector should have been in a museum and only took a linear slide box. From the lectern I was able to advance the slides, so no ‘tsugi no suraido o onegaishimasu’, but the box was on an angle and the slides kept falling out! Not my best moment and not theirs either! (Note 1)

Writing these thoughts reminds me of using a vufoil to create a large painting for a summer ball in Lippstadt in 1973. The theme had been ‘Paris in the summer’ so I drew an outline around the important details of ‘A Bar at the Folies’ by Edouard Manet onto a vufoil. Then glued some butcher’s paper together and projected the image to give me a reproduction 2m by 1.5m. Then out came the paints for ‘painting by numbers’!

Next slide please?

Richard 2^nd July 2021

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PS Out of the UK adult population of 53.5 million, 85% have had one vaccine dose and 62% two. A real success story.

Note 1 This isn’t a case of ‘bad workman blames his tools’, really!

Dawn! The very word unlocks a kaleidoscope of colours, of images, of emotions, this description of the very start of a day. We think of the dawn as exquisite, breathtaking, special, soft, natural, glorious and I have photographs stretching back over the years of the same event, dawn, although probably have more of the end of the day, of sunset, because I am more likely to be awake! Most of us welcome it, this new start, this new day; in fact Nina Simone even sang about it in her hit ‘Feeling Good’ – “It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life for me, yeah!” and James Blunt described it as ‘beautiful’!

Flying from Singapore to Melbourne

Seems an appropriate title for a postcard when here in the northern hemisphere we celebrated the longest day on Monday, when the sun is overhead the Tropic of Cancer. In Lerwick, the capital of the Shetland Islands, 130 miles north of the Scottish mainland, sunrise was 03.38 and sunset 22.34; here in Hove sunrise was 0447 and 2118, giving Celina and me almost two hours less daylight. I always find this ‘longest day’ always comes as a bit of a surprise, as we have hardly got into ‘summer’ and already the days are getting shorter!!

Dawn at The Anchor Warbleswick, Suffolk

You might think a definition of ‘dawn’ is easy – the ‘sun gets up’, with or without its hat. No so! Let’s start with twilight and its three phases.

The first, Astronomical Dawn, occurs when the sun passes the elevation angle of -18 degrees as it ascends towards the horizon before sunrise and a very small portion of its rays begin to permeate the firmament. However, at this point, the twilight is so faint that it is generally indistinguishable from night, especially in areas with light pollution. Astronomers may be unable to observe some of the fainter stars and galaxies as the Sun passes this mark. Militarily darkness allows forces to move into position for a dawn attack, with twilight giving enough light for the start. Conversely defenders will often ‘stand to’ in the hour before dawn, to repel such attacks.

Dawson City on the Yukon River -dawn in 2017

Another six degrees and we come to the Nautical Dawn, when the sky is distinguishable from land or water in clear weather conditions. Having sailed thousands of nautical miles, I can vouch for the fact that the first glimmer of light is always welcome. Lastly Civil Dawn, the brightest instance of dawn, occurs when the geometric centre of the Sun’s disk is 6° below the horizon. (Note1)

If the sky is clear, it is now enveloped in bright orange and yellow colours. At this point, only the brightest stars and planets, like Venus and Jupiter, are visible to the naked eye.

Daybreak is, as it says, when the leading rim of the sun breaks the horizon. Depending where you are on the earth, the time of the year and the thickness of the atmosphere, it can take between 2 and 3 minutes to be fully exposed. It ends as the lower edge of the Sun clears the horizon.

Sunrise over Praia do Rosa at Quinta Bucanero, Brazil

Dawn has been used as a first name, as in the actress Dawn French and one of our yoga chums, Dawn Everton; the association with a baby, new and beautiful, is obvious. It’s also the title of the largest and oldest English-language newspaper in Pakistan. It first came off the print rollers in 1941 and is the flagship publication of the Dawn Group of Newspapers.

As the beginning of a new day, dawn has a special significance in many of the world’s religions. However, the definition of the term varies from one faith and religious community to another. For example, Muslims are required to offer the Fajr prayer, which is one of the five obligatory daily prayers in Islam constituting one of the Five Pillars of the Islamic faith, during the morning twilight period. The Jewish Holy Scripture also dictates dawn as a time for prayer; but the Talmud defines dawn as the moment 72 minutes before sunrise, which conflicts with the scientific definitions!

Our poets are a little parsimonious with the word! Surprisingly for a word that is so often in our conscious brain there are few. There is the C17th proverb ‘The darkest hour is just before dawn’ which was famously used by Emmylou Harris in her song. The Greek poet Homer wrote of ‘when rosy-fingered dawn, child of the morning appeared’ and Oscar Wilde in ‘The Harlot’s House’ described it as ‘down the long and silent street, the dawn, with silver-sandaled feet, crept like a frightened girl’. The English poet John Milton wrote: ‘to hear the lark begin his flight, and singing startle the dull night, from his watch-tower in the skies, ‘till the dappled dawn doth rise.’

The Dawn Chorus occurs when birds sing, starting as soon as they perceive a lightening of the sky at the start of a new day. In temperate countries this is most noticeable in spring when the birds are either defending a breeding territory, trying to attract a mate, or calling in the flock.

Dawn over Hove beach huts

Red skies at dawn often herald a change in the weather, particularly if the weather comes predominately from the west. A red sky appears when dust and small particles are trapped in the atmosphere by high pressure. This scatters blue light, leaving only red light to give the sky its notable appearance. At sunset it is a sign of a high pressure system to come; at dawn it suggests the system has passed through and unsettled, wet weather is more lightly. Dawn can be wet and cloudy with no sight of the rising sun, as occurred at this year’s Summer Solstice at Stonehenge.

And at the opposite end of the day, the one started by dawn, we have a glorious sunset.

Richard 25^th June 2021

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Note 1 Yesterday I saw that astrologers have determined that stars started forming some 250 million years after the Big Bang, itself some 13 billion years ago. So after the darkness came light, ‘Let there be light’, and that’s the Cosmic Dawn.

Note 2 It dawned on me I have not mentioned the Dawn of Civilisation; sorry …. ran out of space.

“Whatever it takes” should be the mantra of our elected government when faced with a scandal that cuts across every level in our society; whatever it takes! Easy to write, so difficult for governments with all their conflicting pressures to agree to.

For those of my readers who do not live here in the United Kingdom (note 1) there may not be so much interest in the scribbles this week, as they concern two particular scandals, one domestic and the other with international reverberations, that the Government is facing. If you are directly involved, they are dreadful; if not you sense that the government sometimes just has to say ‘Whatever it takes, we will put this right’ Wishful thinking huh? Let me explain.

Every country in the world has some form of postal service, some better than others. Our postal service, Royal Mail, was a government organisation responsible for both the physical post offices on the high street and for the collection and delivery of the country’s mail and parcels. From its origins in the C16th, it was eventually privatised in 2014, being split into two companies. Royal Mail delivers parcels and mail and The Post Office’s nationwide network of branches offers a range of postal, government and financial services. There used to be two deliveries of mail a day …… but that was in the days when there was no electronic mail and life was conducted at a gentler pace. Almost every village would have had a post office; 30 years ago there were 23,000 of them but now only 11,500. Luckily here in Hove I can walk in ten minutes to two, both run by families of Asian descent, confirming their reputation of being good with figures.

Inside the Blatchington Road Post Office

In the year 2000 the Post Office, still in government ownership, introduced a new computer system, one designed by Fujitsu. Between 2000 and 2014 736 sub-postmasters (Note 2) were prosecuted for false-accounting, theft and fraud; postmasters who had had an unblemished record going back years, loyal to a fault. No one in the Post Office linked the sudden increase in money issues with the new system, happy to blame their sub-postmasters; many were fined, some went bankrupt and some went to prison. The computer programme had some serious systemic faults but these were not admitted by the Post Office until it was dragged through the High Court by 39 ex-post office workers last month. An inquiry ordered by the government will look at this scandal, but currently it has no power to compel witness to attend or hand over evidence. Calls for a judge-led inquiry are falling on deaf ears. In my view the government should do whatever it takes to compensate those wrongly accused as quickly as possible and then look to punish those who were responsible. Whatever it takes! Be generous!

On 14^th June 2017, four years ago last Monday, a 24-story tower block called Grenfell Tower in west London caught fire; seventy two people died as the flames quickly engulfed the whole building. A Public Inquiry has been sitting since September 2017; Phase 1 is complete and the hope is that the inquiry will report next year. Meanwhile the issue of flammable cladding on high-rise buildings has come under the spotlight, not only here but also internationally I suspect; changes to building regulations have meant most has to be removed.

The whole building aflame – photo DT

The government has agreed to cover leaseholders’ costs for the removal of dangerous cladding on high-rise buildings but has told those owning buildings between 11m and 18m high they have to pay themselves. In wonderful ‘government speak’ the housing department said “government funding does not absolve building owners of the responsibility to ensure their buildings are safe.” Given that building regulations control every aspect of construction and design, isn’t there an unspoken assumption that owners should believe what they buy is OK? When I buy a car, there is an inherent belief it’s passed all the safety tests, and it’s not my responsibility to check.

A more recent cladding fire in Canary Wharf, London

Home ownership is the goal of so many here in the UK; a place on the housing ladder, climbing towards your 4 bedroom mansion. Now thousands of first time buyers are stuck, unable to sell because the building containing their flat doesn’t qualify for Government finance, yet has unsafe cladding, paying £50 per month for ‘fire wardens’ to keep a 24/7 check on the building and living somewhere where the smell of a distant BBQ is likely to give one heart palpitations!

My landlord, Southern Housing Group, is very professional in trying to ensure all its buildings conform to the latest regulations. However, sometimes a degree of common sense is needed when applying these. (Note 3)

A new Amber House ‘In Case of Fire’ notice

Whatever it takes? Well, there are so many professions involved here, from architects who designed wooden (not fire resistant) floors to the nice little balcony, local authorities who often look for the cheapest refurbishments of their estates and, as in the case of Grenfell, not too rigorous in the choice of contractors, building suppliers and construction companies, to property developers and building planners and inspectors, that spreading the costs of solving this scandal and giving every flat owner peace of mind and some fairness in the action … should be the mark of a government that recognises the people who live in dangerous apartments are not at fault. 

Whatever it takes! Be generous and big hearted and get these two scandals sorted and earn the respect of our society writ large.

Richard 18^th June 2021

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Note 1 The United Kingdom comprises England, Wales and Scotland (otherwise known as Great Britain) and Northern Ireland. Whole and sovereign – despite what a certain Frenchman might claim.

Note 2 For ‘sub-postmasters’ read ‘sub-postmasters and sub-postmistresses’. Don’t want to appear anti-woke!

Note 3 If you can’t work out what’s wrong, text me.

I suspect we can all look back on our lives and think how, if we had known then what we know now, we wouldn’t have done what we did back then? For example, there was no breathalyser and I know most people drank and drove; “Oh! I will be fine! I have only had three!” Well of course it wasn’t fine and a number of people died as a result of people drinking alcohol and then jumping into the driving seat. Believe it or not, the introduction of the breathalyser was as far back at 1967, introduced by a fiery politician called Barbara Castle. Now the majority of us don’t ‘Drink and Drive’.

Front seat belts were compulsory equipment for all new cars registered in the UK in 1968 but it took another 15 years for it to become compulsory for them to be worn! Now it’s rare to see someone NOT wearing one.

And if you smoked, as I did, you had a choice with what to do the cigarette butts. Indoors, I had a whole range of ashtrays – silver, earthenware or glass for instance or the empty beer can (yuck!). If you smoked in your car, you could stub the cigarette out in the ashtray, which then required you to empty and clean it …… or simply open the window a fraction and let the slipstream whip it away – to wherever it went; it didn’t seem your concern! In the same way when sailing and it was Gin & Tonic time (ie every hour). If the tonic came in glass bottles, the game was to launch the empty Gin bottle into the air and throw the empty glass bottles at it, trying to smash it. Such fun! No thought to the bottles sinking to the bottom. Now we are aware this is not right!

A week ago the local paper, The Argus, ran a story about a Council Warden chasing a woman onto a bus; the woman had thrown her cigarette butt on the pavement and that’s against local bylaws. She wasn’t charged but the social media storm contained, as it always seems to, every shade of opinion, some vitriolic and others of the ‘leave her alone’ type and how the authorities should be worrying about more serious things.

This news item prompted these scribbles as, every morning on my way back with my newspaper, I pass the Smart Sea View Brighton Hotel. This is a misnomer, as it’s in Hove and not Brighton and it looks like a real dump certainly from the outside; smart? Nah! Anyway, the smoking staff and visitors prefer to throw their butt ends onto the pavement – as they have always done!

The figures are interesting. Here in the UK twenty six billion cigarettes were sold in 2019 to the seven million people, 14% of the population, who still smoke (Note 1). That number is fortunately decreasing annually, as is the number of cigarettes each smoke, down to below 15 a day. In 2007 smoking was banned in pubs and restaurants which, as a now non-smoker, I welcomed. But it produced a dichotomy; if you wanted to sit outside on a summer’s day and have lunch on the terrace or in the pub garden, you had to put up with the second-hand smoke that drifted across your grilled sole. Or go inside!

It’s been recognised for decades that smoking is not good for your health and yet people still smoke: “It’s my right, my choice! I know it’s bad for me but I enjoy it.” Here the health figures speak for themselves: 400,000 cases of respiratory disease, 775,000 cases of circulatory disease and 360,000 cases of cancer – all caused by smoking.

Effects to mitigate the harmful effects of burning tobacco resulted in the filter, introduced in the 1950s. If ever you needed a visual demonstration of the stuff you were sucking into your lungs, you only had to look at the end of the filter! Interesting, my brother’s Royal Navy career encompassed a time when cheap filter-less cigarettes, a unique brand called Senior Service, were available. That 200 year old tradition ended on 1988.

The disposal of the butt was always an issue, but everyone was ignorant of the problem. The cigarette filter is 99% cellulose acetate which is a plastic. We have changed our thinking about plastic bags and about plastic straws and now we need to focus on how we get rid of our butts.

For those who still smoke, I imagine they are aware of the health risks but enjoy it too much for them to quit. The Singaporean Government has banned smoking in certain areas of the city and fines heavily those who throw their cigarette butt into the street; it seems society accepts this and the city streets are remarkably clean. Here in the UK the government has a target to create a smoke-free society by 2030; given some people’s continuing love of smoking, good luck with that! (Note 2) But smokers need to understand how to dispose of their butts in a more environmentally-friendly way. Currently most butts are washed into gutters by rain and thence to the oceans, creating a plastic hazard for marine life.

There’s an adage – “Take care of the pennies and the pounds take care of themselves.’ If we can change habits about the disposal of the tiny butt, maybe those habits will also translate into dealing more considerately with other rubbish, such as pizza boxes or burger wrappers.

Discarding your cigarette stub has been described as “The Last Acceptable form of Littering”. Let’s all try to make this completely unacceptable and a rare event, like not wearing your seat belt or drinking and then driving. So no “But ….”; just “No Butts!”

Richard 11^th June 2021

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Note 1 Up until 1975 the British billion was a million million. Now we use the American-driven definition of a thousand million.

Note 2 Cigarettes here cost over £10 for a packet of 20; 80% of this is government tax. One way for the government to further discourage smoking would be to make them prohibitively expensive.

Am I obese or just overweight? I don’t feel ‘obese’, a bit wobbly maybe, and think that’s a label for the Billy Bunter character, or Noel Edmonds’ Mr Blobby; so no! But overweight? We probably have all had periods of being fatter or thinner than we would like, than we feel comfortable with, but overweight? What follows are my personal thoughts, reflecting that what’s right or wrong for me isn’t necessarily right or wrong for someone else. And I accept that advice changes – ‘butter is good for you’, ‘butter is bad for you’, ‘eggs are good for you’, ‘eggs give you salmonella’. Sedentary lifestyles during lockdown initially saw lots of people turning to exercise, but the novelty’s worn off and weight, well certainly mine, has been going up incrementally!

This was me just over two months ago – 100kg and a BMI score of 28 whichever way you look at it! (Overweight!)

Our headlines scream: ‘Britain has been the ‘Fattest Nation in Europe’ for a while’ and recent reports indicated the percentage of the population overweight or obese is increasing! So, does it matter?

We have been measuring our childrens’ growth in schools for ever, establishing whether their health and growth were in line with the norms. The Body Mass Index (BMI) was introduced in the 1830s by a Belgian mathematician, Lambert Quetelet, as a way of estimating whether a person had a healthy weight, to measure the degree of obesity in the general population and therefore assist the government to allocate enough resources. I suspect we all know that BMI equals your weight in kilogrammes divided by your height in metres squared – kg h²

But this is simply measuring height and weight and doesn’t take into account other variables, for instance overall fat or lean tissue content. In 2013 Professor Nick Trefethen from Oxford University suggested that the height term ‘divides the weight by too much when a person is short and by too little when they are tall. This results in short people being told they are thinner than they really are, while tall people (that’s me!) are made to think that they are fatter than they are (‘tis true!!) Trefethen thinks a more accurate measurement would be multiplying the weight by 1.3 and the height by 2.5 and not squared. The same ranges would apply. (Ed. Doesn’t make that much difference to mine – still overweight!)

More recently it’s thought a waist-to-height ratio might be a better predictor of cardiometabolic health. Measure your waist mid-way between your bottom rib and hip; make sure it’s level and measure after you have breathed out. A healthy waist measurement should be less than 80 centimetres for a woman and less than 94 for a man. (Sorry? Not a circumference I recognise!) Your waist circumference should be less than half your height.

The urgency of tackling obesity here is the UK has been brought into focus by the evidence of the link between overweight and susceptibility to Covid; who knew? It’s estimated that 64 % of British adults, some 32 million people, are overweight (BMI over 25). This includes 28% who are obese and that’s double the figure for 30 years ago; of these almost a million people have a BMI of 35 or more. For those in this last category there is good news and bad news. The good news is that scientists have identified a gene, MC4R, that, if faulty, causes the brain to assume we have less fat than we do and signals we have to take in more calories. This might be the cause of an extra 16kgs. The bad news is it is likely to affect only 200,000 people in the UK; the other 800,000 obese are obese for other reasons!

Eating has become a continuous process – snacking or drinking coffee ‘on the go’. Mrs Fedup had a microphone stuck under her nose and the reporter asked her for her thoughts about the three hour delay from Magaluf to Manchester: “Shocking! No one tells us anything and no one provides us with any food. Haven’t eaten for 90 minutes. I’m starving!” We use words like hungry and starving too readily – it would be extremely difficult to find someone starving in the UK.

The leather belt by RM Williams shows the struggles, up and down!

Some people feel healthy even if they are overweight, particularly if they have been overweight most of their lives. Sadly being overweight often runs in families through bad eating and drinking habits; deaf to the warnings about the damage they are doing to their bodies and lacking the desire to self-educate about being healthier – but does that matter? We probably think that those who work in the health sector would understand and be role models of fit and healthy – but we are simply human and our doctors and nurses are just as likely to be overweight as the normal population. In Portugal last year the doctor we saw to get our Covid tests smoked and was overweight; I am sure he was happy, apart for the little monkey in his brain which every now and again said ‘Do something’. Some of us of course have a fatalistic approach to life.   

 Here we are making it easier to live with being overweight. Seats are being made wider, ambulances have stronger stretchers, you can find some clothes in XXXL (Well, maybe!). Instinctively this seems the wrong thing we should be doing; we should make it more uncomfortable as an incentive to lose weight. Part of my move away from 100kgs has been that, in order to get the jeans to do up, I have to breathe in; when I am zipped up, I breathe out and it’s uncomfortable. So I could go and buy some bigger jeans ……. or lose weight.

After decades of telling myself that breakfast is the most important meal in the day, I now skip it completely so actually fast from 2100 to 1230 the following day. Fasting changes the metabolism and from 100kgs I am on my way down ………

Some argue that the obese and overweight will actually save the NHS money as their life expectancy is lower than those of a healthy weight; bit morbid but probably true! However issues like heart disease and diabetes, brought on by being overweight, occur in middle age so there will be a bigger bill for the bigger nation. It matters and it matters big time!

Richard 4^th June 2021

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PS Suggestions one should get back to the weight you were at 20 are common. For me this would have been at The Royal Military Academy weighing 73kgs (11.5 stone) – with a BMI of 20. Ha! Ha!

This might be conceived as a very male–oriented postcard but in this unisex, gender-fluid world in which we live, I suspect we all wear trousers at some stage – real or metaphorical!

Originally in Britain the word pocket was used to describe a sack containing a measure of hops, some 168lbs, about 76kgs – or, if it was wool, a half sack. Feels like a lots of hops to me!

The other morning changing for our online yoga session, I decided to put the trousers I had been wearing into the washing machine, a process which requires diligence so not to wash a tissue or somesuch. As I emptied the contents of my pockets onto the bed, it struck me how habitual I am, and I suspect I am not alone? From my front right pocket I retrieved my house keys and my handkerchief, for I am sufficiently British to feel naked without one there in case of sniffles. It always amazes me when people who don’t have a handkerchief in their pocket sneeze – watching how they deal with any discharge, for sure there is always some, is intriguing – mostly they try and suggest nothing happened. Hopefully their disgusting personal habit will have changed post-Covid.

Normally my front left pocket is empty, a place for the wallet or mobile phone should I venture out.

In my back right hand pocket I always have a couple of monetary notes and a few coins. Despite losing two folded £20 notes many years ago from this rear pocket, I still take the risk! The advent of plastic notes has actually increased this risk, for they don’t fold as well as the old paper ones. In what used to be a virgin pocket, the left hand back one, I keep a reasonably clean face mask, ready when needed and hopefully not for much longer.

I remember a story from my childhood. A chap not too fond of flying boarded an aeroplane and found himself sitting next to an older man dressed in a three piece suit. As the plane taxied down the runway he observed the guy moving his hand, touching his forehead then following the line down to the waist, then from right to left across his chest. Imagining him rather religious, he asked whether it helped to pray.

“Pray? Oh! No! I was just checking: spectacles, testicles, wallet and watch!”

As a schoolboy one essential pocket item was a penknife – the older you got the bigger and more versatile was the penknife; the search for a horse to help with that stone in its shoe was never ending. Carrying a ‘knife’ these days seems problematic.

I grew up being told it was the correct thing to brush my hair, using a comb to create a parting, so a comb, however grubby, was another essential pocket item.

 That’s how it was, seemingly forever. Then I left the Army, grew my hair a little and decided it didn’t need a parting and a proper comb, just a comb through with my fingers. I am lucky, still retaining my hair and never carrying a comb.

And of course, as a smoker, a packet of Marlborough Reds and a cigarette lighter was always in a pocket; well, until 1994! No wonder the man-bag came into being – for a while!

The word accoutrements, as in an additional item of dress, is seldom used today  but off to a business meeting that’s exactly what I needed to check in my pockets. Business cards in a little silver case in a side jacket pocket and my half-hunter pocket watch in the outside breast pocket complete with silk handkerchief; if I failed to put one in I felt naked and hoped no one would notice – not about being naked, but about no silk pocket handkerchief!

In the army in our field ‘now you see me now you don’t’ disruptive pattern uniform, there were pockets everywhere. Especially useful was one on the outside of the sleeve for chinagraph waterproof crayons, to mark onto maps symbols that didn’t’ come off in the inevitable rain. Not to be confused with the look of the mad scientist with his pens in his jacket breast pocket.

Funny how phrases can be slightly contradictory; if you described someone as in-pocket after a deal, they had made some money, if they were out-of-pocket they had lost money. And if that had been the case it might have been because someone pocketed something dishonestly. Then of course we all remember pocket money?

Military historians amongst you will think ‘pockets of resistance’ and remember the Falaise Pocket when, two months after the June 1944 Allied invasion of Normandy, 50,000 German troops were trapped in and around the Falaise/Chambois area of Northern France.

The original encirclement was penetrated a number of times by the Germans but eventually closed and they surrendered; their loss of men and equipment was enormous. A week later the Allies liberated Paris.

The original meaning of the phrase ‘pocket sized’ was that something was small enough to be carried in ones’ pocket, like a notebook. Not so the design of warship that was somewhere between a heavy cruiser and a battleship, the ‘pocket battleship’; the most famous of these perhaps the German Navy’s Admiral Graf Spee.

Over the years, starting at school I guess, I have played many games of both billiards and snooker, although not so obsessed as to watch the championships played here in the UK at The Crucible. Each billiard table has six pockets; the word can also be used as a verb, to pocket a ball, ie driving a ball into a pocket!

A corner pocket

Needing an outside jacket with lots of pockets when out with my Labrador Tom, I dropped into Farlows on Pall Mall opposite the IOD in 2004. I am not a huntin’, shootin’, fishin’ chap but my Aigle angler’s jacket is perfect; pockets galore, even one at the back – possibly to bring back the stolen (poached?) trout – but used by me as somewhere to put the detachable sleeves.

And who hasn’t suffered air turbulence of some sort, some times worse than others? Those bloody air pockets into which the aeroplane seems to fall, your body straining against the seat belt.

Finishing these random thoughts about one’s pockets, I found this from Italy around 1850: ‘Shrouds have no pockets so money is for spending, not hoarding; you can’t take it with you!’

……. and no hands in pockets!!

Richard 28^th May 2021

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