Friday, September 29, 2006

The Alley

THE ALLEY




This being a true and accurate account of the passage between Greenbank Road and Co-operation Road, Bristol BS5, UK on or about the twelfth of September in the year of Our Lord Two Thousand and Six.







We start our journey at the Co-operation Road end of the alleyway. A shopping trolley has been provided in case you have a drunken friend, too inebriated to walk, who needs pushing along.



Some fencing


The Cure. I think The Cure were an Eighties band. Did they do "Killing an Arab"? Sounds a bit racist now. I didn't know there were fans of The Cure living in this area, but I do now.





Lots of broken down old garages. They couldn't be for cars, as the alley is too small. If they were built like that, it would be for cart access. I think the houses were built around 1900.



This plant has a flower like one kind of licorice allsort. There are dark blotches on the leaves that were supposed to be the blood of Christ as it fell from the cross onto this plant. I don't know if this is true or not.



The imprint of a trainer on a garage door. Trying to kick it in, I guess.



More dilapidated garage doors.


A fig tree. There are quite a few figs trees growing semi-wild in Bristol. I have seen the figs black and ripe on some trees, but I've never eaten them.


Graffiti. This one says "Royal Bitch". It could have been written by a female member of the British Royal Family; though I suspect not.



Reflecting Bristol's multi-cultural heritage.


Back of the United Reformed Church. The inscription on the stone is nearly worn away.




More back of the URC Church. It boasts a history of 350 years, though not all at this location. It was originally on what is now Castle Park in the centre of Bristol, but they moved to here either 100 or 150 years ago. It was a canny move, as Castle Park got bombed flat during World War 2.
Now they've got a small congregation. They did have plans to convert the building so it could be used as a theatre/community space as well as still being a place of worship. That doesn't seem to have got off the ground. There is a hall attached that is sometimes used for music events. There have been Performers' Nights there recently, but it is a bit lacking in atmosphere for things like that.

The Chocolate Factory

The Chocolate Factory


Apparently the chocolate factory in Greenbank closed down this week. I thought it had already closed. There is a lot of controversy about what is going to happen to the site. A developer wants to demolish the factory and build, guess what ... loads of flats.

Until recently, it was a real chocolate factory and the whole area would smell of chocolate. They made the Elizabeth Shaw liquers and the boxes used to say made in Greenbank, Bristol on them. Better still, there was a factory shop where you could buy a box of liquers for a pound. I wish I'd kept some of those boxes now. I doubt if we'll see another product made in Greenbank.

Anyway, here's some more views of the chocolate factory -








The next photos were taken a couple of weeks ago and show the chocolate factory from the Bristol-Bath Railway Path ( a cycle/walkway between Bristol and Bath).















I'm really sorry to see it go.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

My Favourite Corpses

In the last twenty or thirty years there have been some remarkable old bodies found preserved in bogs or ice. They are examined in detail by science people who can tell all sorts of things about the person, from where they grew up to what time of year they died and their five favourite fish.
In spite of this, corpses are a bolshie lot and often throw up more questions than answers. Most of them seem to have come to a sticky end and been done in by person or persons unknown in mysterious circumstances.

So here are some of my favourite dead bodies.

In the Best-dressed category, we get Otzi. Otzi died high in the Alps about 5,300 years ago wearing a fetching cloak made of grass and a pair of shoes of leather and woven grass. The design of the shoes was so good that they are now going to be made commercially.

Otzi died from being shot in the back with an arrow. Strangely, the arrowhead in his body wasn't found until a few years after his discovery in the early Nineties.

According to hair samples, he hadn't eaten meat or dairy products for years, but his last meal had been meat!? Doesn't make sense. I think the scientists have got something wrong there.

He also had 57 different tattoos on his body - all on acupuncture meridians.


Most Corpse-Friendly Location.

It's got to be Lindow Moor. Somewhere in Cheshire, this spot has turned up three or four old bodies in the last twenty-five years. (They're not sure if some remains are one body or two)

The first one was a strange case - there was a guy living right next to Lindow Moor whose wife had disappeared in the 1950s. He told people he had killed her and buried her at the bottom of his garden. The police questioned him, but couldn't prove anything.

In the early 80s, the head of a woman the same age as his wife was found during a commercial turf cutting operation on the moor. The cops pulled him in again and this time he confessed to doing in his missus and burying her on the moor. It was only later that the head was discovered to be about 1800 years old.
But it was too late for him; he got convicted.

The next corpse found there was the biggy - the "Lindow Man". The most complete bog body found in the UK

Salient features about him - Died between 2 BC and 119 AD; a young man not accustomed to manual labour; very well manicured nails - was he an aristocrat? a sorcerer? ; he'd been done to death in three different ways - bashed on the head, garrotted and stabbed. Someone didn't like him, or maybe he was a sacrifice. His last meal was a curious mix of burnt grains and he had ingested some mistletoe, suggesting a ritual.


There were either one or two more bodies found after him - the trouble was that the commercial turf machine had cut the remains into lots of pieces.

I did read that one body seemed to have two thumbs on one hand. But I think they just employed someone who wasn't very good at putting bodies back together.

I'm intrigued by the two thumbs though. He should have lived in the 20th century; he'd have been great at hitch-hiking.
Well, maybe not. Perhaps having two thumbs would put people off picking him up. They might think he was a weirdo or showing off.

Best Hairstyle

Clonycavan Man from Ireland who died between 392 BC and 201 BC. He was a young man who had died from axe wounds.

The best thing was that he had a mohican hairstyle, held in place by a gel of pine resin and other stuff imported from Spain.


Most Impressive Grave Goods

"The King of Stonehenge".This chap wasn't a bog body, but is certainly worth a
mention. His grave was found within a mile of Stonehenge. He was alive about the time that Stonehenge was built and people speculate that he may have been the brains behind it.

He was given the name "The Amesbury Archer" from the arrowheads found in his grave, but the media upgraded him to "King of Stonehenge" because the large number of grave goods indicated that he was very important. The hoard from his grave, of arrowheads, golden earings, etc. is the largest ever found from the Bronze Age; about ten times more than has ever been found before.
He wasn't a local man, but had grown up in Switzerland; they can tell that from the isotopes in his teeth.

Nearby they found another body of a younger man, obviously related to the king (maybe his son?) as they shared a similar deformity of the feet. They could tell from his isotopes that he had grown up in Scotland and might have visited Skegness in his late teens (sorry, I made that last bit up).




So that's my fave corpse list. Hope you like them.

Do you have a favourite corpse you'd like to see featured on this site?

Then send it along to:

SB4444
c/o The Internet,
London

Make sure you put the right postage stamps on the package.

For more information on posting corpses, read Royal Mail Leaflet No.194(a) Sending Dead Bodies through the Post.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Spoons on Buses



What's the largest number of spoons you've ever taken on a bus?

Not very many, I'll bet.

Two, maybe? Three or four? Maybe you've never taken a spoon on a bus at all.

Well, what if I told you I've taken 400 (that's four-zero-zero) spoons on a bus?

It's true, I have.

Imagine it, four hundred spoons!

That's more spoons than most people will own in a lifetime, and yet I've carried that number on a bus!

Not bad, eh?

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Please Note: I'm not laying claim to the spoons on a bus record. I am nowhere near that level at present.

The world record for the number of spoons taken on a bus stands at 9,417 in Cleveland, Ohio in 1984.

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Norbert Dentressangle - la poésie épique

The Site Meter I've got here tells you what people were searching for when they looked at the site. One was a French search ( for humour Norbert Dentressangle) and it offered a translation. Here is my epic lorry-driving saga, Norbert Dentressangle rendered into French. As far as I can tell, the translation seems great; they've even recognised nonsense words. So read on, mes amis.



Si vous êtes jamais vers le haut d'un arbre

Ou embrouillé dans une essoreuse

L'homme que vous voulez, vous doit convenir, est Norbert Dentressangle

Si vous êtes mordus par une abeille

Ou votre Wingle pas wangle

Prise juste bout de moi, appel Norbert Dentressangle

Norbert Corbett, Norbert Forbert, Norbert Dentressangle

Il est le genre d'homme allemand avec qui on ne devrait pas embrouiller

Il ne porte pas un charme chanceux balancent sur un bracelet

Cela a étrangement appelé camion-conduire le geezer, Norbert Dentressangle






Dans une tentative désespérée d'amuser des personnes j'ai commencé à éditer ma poésie. Les camions de Norbert Dentressangle sont souvent faire rouler vu le long des autoroutes de la Grande-Bretagne. Le nom était si poétique qu'il ait mis le feu vers le haut de mon MUSE intérieur (je n'emploie pas mon MUSE externe pour des raisons de salubrité et de sûreté). J'ai pensé que Norbert était allemand, mais c'est un Franglicised Dontruss'onglll prononcé par nom allemand ou quelque chose, qui abîmeraient la poésie un peu, ainsi j'ai employé un permis poétique que j'ai acheté du bureau de poste. En outre j'ai utilisé la technique populaire de composer des mots afin d'obtenir une rime. D'abord utilisé au grand effet par W.B Yates en son « ode à un Porange ».

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Hoptical Hillusion



The lines all look intertwined, but in fact they're all concentric circles.That's clever, isn't it? No? Gosh, you lot are hard to impress. I tries me best. Oh well, click on another site then, see if I care.

Friday, September 22, 2006

Return of the Anglo-Saxons

They're back!
Crazy names, crazy guys!

Let's see what they've been up to . . .

A.D. 891 This year went the army eastward; and King Arnulf fought with the land-force, ere the ships arrived in conjunction with the eastern Franks, and Saxons, and Bavarians, and put them to flight. And three Scots came to King Alfred in a boat without any oars from Ireland: whence they stole away, because they would live in a state of pilgrimage, for the love of God, they recked not where. The boat in which they came was made of two hides and a half; and they took with them provisions for seven nights; and within seven nights they came to land in Cornwall, and soon after went to King Alfred. They were thus named; Dubslane, and Macbeth, and Maelinmun, And Swinney, the best teacher that was among the Scots, departed this life. And the same year after Easter, about the gang-days, or before, appeared the star that men in book-Latin call cometa : some men say that in English it may be termed "hairy star;" for that there standeth off from it a long gleam of light, whilom on one side, whilom on each.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Focus on Whelks


If all you've ever read about whelks has been in the biased UK media, then you probably think that they're rather dowdy creatures, associated with down-market seaside resorts and cockney whelk stalls.

Whelks are never shown in a positive light. You won't see whelks on the covers of fashion magazines, for example.

I'm sure the fashion editors have their reasons, I'm not suggesting anything sinister is going on, but the end result is that whelks are often left with a poor self-image.

I would like to set the record straight and say that whelks are beautiful creatures.
Above is a picture of Busycon candelabrum, the Splendid Whelk.


True, they don't live in UK waters but our native whelks are also a joy to behold. It's just that I can't be bothered to find a picture.

Whelks are not dangerous to humans and are easy to get along with.
Just remember that Cockneys eat a lot of whelks and are not popular in the Whelk Community. So keep to these simple rules -

1. If you are serenading whelks, avoid songs like "Knees up, Mother Brown" or anything by Chas and Dave.

2. If you are talking to whelks about TV soap operas*, don't mention Eastenders.

3. Don't wear a suit with lots of pearl buttons sewn on it.

4. Don't talk in rhyming slang.

Just follow those basics and you won't go wrong!


* you really shouldn't be. People will think you're a bit funny.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Timelapse Links

Clifton Suspension Bridge
Balloon Festival Reno
London Skyline

Daddy Longlegses


I don't like being rude about insects, but I can't help thinking that Daddy Longlegs are the daftest creatures out.

If there was such a thing as a Silly Insect Contest, they'd win every time. In fact, that's probably why there isn't one.

I mean, what's the idea of those legs? Long, dangly things just trailing around in a soppy fashion. What are they supposed to do?

To find out more, I took a trip down Wikipedia Lane ...

The name Daddy Longlegs is used for a few different species. The one I mean is the Crane Fly.
It's got other common names: mosquito eaters, lollygaggers, gally-nippers, doizabizzlers, gollywhoppers, chicken flies, mosquito hawks, leather jackets, Jimmy Spinners or skeeter eaters.

Apparently, it's the second most feared creature among British people.

Erm, that's about it for Crane Flies.

The Daddy Longlegs was also the nickname of a "sea railway" that ran between Brighton and Rottingdean and cost sixpence to go on.


Graffiti








I've been painting over the graffiti on the side of the house this morning. It was some kids drawings.
One of the old ladies said it was "disgusting".

I dunno, I think it's not so bad.
Something rude seems to be going on in the second picture, though I'm not sure what it is.
I like the armpit-seeking missile piercing the man by the umbrella.

Should I paint over it? It seems the right thing to do. It takes a few coats to cover, so there's a gradual fade over weeks rather than instant obliteration.

Graffiti has traditionally stopped on the other side of the main road, but keeps encroaching up this way. I find if you paint it off fairly quickly, no new stuff will appear for a while; but if you don't, it's quickly joined by more.

Does it matter? I think graffiti does make an area look run down and threatening. Tidier areas seem safer; you feel you're in a place where people care about their environment.
I think there's been some research done showing that graffitied areas have much more crime.

I know this train of thought leads to the manicured suburban lawn and Daily Mail, curtain-twitching paranoia. But, I don't know, it feels the right thing to do. And I'm just creating a new canvas for future work. After all, if the world was covered in graffiti there'd be nowhere left to write on.







I'd like to apologise for this blog being so sensible. I'm sure I'll return to normal soon.


Next Posting: Planning your investment portfolio

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Little People

Little People A blog about little people.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

The Chocolate Factory

The Chocolate Factory


Apparently the chocolate factory in Greenbank closed down this week. I thought it had already closed. There is a lot of controversy about what is going to happen to the site. A developer wants to demolish the factory and build, guess what ... loads of flats.

Until recently, it was a real chocolate factory and the whole area would smell of chocolate. They made the Elizabeth Shaw liquers and the boxes used to say made in Greenbank, Bristol on them. Better still, there was a factory shop where you could buy a box of liquers for a pound. I wish I'd kept some of those boxes now. I doubt if we'll see another product made in Greenbank.

Anyway, here's some more views of the chocolate factory -








The next photos were taken a couple of weeks ago and show the chocolate factory from the Bristol-Bath Railway Path ( a cycle/walkway between Bristol and Bath).















I'm really sorry to see it go.