tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096844366367766843.post6659282608862133113..comments2024-03-27T09:27:33.931+00:00Comments on Idiotic Hat: Blackbird DaysMike C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11279776665185060446noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096844366367766843.post-42910983259939942252010-05-01T01:26:19.222+01:002010-05-01T01:26:19.222+01:00Since Adlestrop station closed, the railway sign t...Since Adlestrop station closed, the railway sign that let Thomas know where he was is now hanging in the village bus stop. <br /><br />(This is a "fact" that is TGTG - too good to Google. It may therefore have only a glancing acquaintance with reality.)<br /><br />I also recall that someone once worked out what train Thomas must have been on, and why it had stopped (waiting for the express to pass, apparently. This too is TGTG.)Martyn Cornellhttp://zythophile.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096844366367766843.post-85791064863960903582010-04-28T14:48:20.502+01:002010-04-28T14:48:20.502+01:00Struan,
That is brilliant...
I score so highly o...Struan,<br /><br />That is brilliant...<br /><br />I score so highly on the "yes" side it's truly spooky. I am actually sitting here right now at my office PC with a Fisherman's Friend in my mouth as a post-prandial treat(I almost choked on it when that question came up).<br /><br />And what could be more spine-tingling than Gaelic psalm-singing? Or the sound of tyres in rain on the street outside?<br /><br />It's true my Y chromosome does come from the Lammermuir Hills, but even so... How appalling to be a cultural stereotype!<br /><br />Many thanks for that,<br /><br />MikeMike C.https://www.blogger.com/profile/11279776665185060446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096844366367766843.post-38062955730604676122010-04-28T14:35:07.523+01:002010-04-28T14:35:07.523+01:00There's a residence test:
http://www.thehaar....There's a residence test:<br /><br />http://www.thehaar.org.uk/NE%20within/nequest.html<br /><br />From the author of the wonderfully-grim "Wee book of Calvin".Struanhttp://struangray.com/twiglognoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096844366367766843.post-3026077052081010822010-04-28T09:31:26.953+01:002010-04-28T09:31:26.953+01:00Sounds great to me, Gavin, a bit like opening the ...Sounds great to me, Gavin, a bit like opening the freezer cabinets in Tesco on a hot day. <br /><br />MikeMike C.https://www.blogger.com/profile/11279776665185060446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096844366367766843.post-25782594295968969282010-04-27T22:26:59.417+01:002010-04-27T22:26:59.417+01:00Mike
You need to move to the North East Coast. O...Mike <br /><br />You need to move to the North East Coast. Often during the summer when the rest of the UK bakes in a"sorcher" a Haar or Fret (depending on which side of the border you grew up on) sneaks in over the beaches and up the rivers enveloping the area in a damp coolness that feels as if it has come from somewhere deep, the sun is occasionally visible as washed out white disc.<br />GavinGavin McLhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14630089445696518084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096844366367766843.post-33266626441528823162010-04-27T08:49:07.118+01:002010-04-27T08:49:07.118+01:00"surely those days are months away yet, aren&..."surely those days are months away yet, aren't they?"<br /><br />Curiously, in recent times we seem to get an early onslaught of heat in late April / May which then fizzles out into a classic British washout like last summer. But it doesn't have to be very hot for the humidity to do its evil work on my equanimity. Indeed, the worst "blackbird days" are often relatively cool.<br /><br />How -- indeed why -- anyone lives in the tropics is beyond me, doonster... Add annoying bird calls on top of extreme heat and humidity and I would be an early candidate for "running amok".<br /><br />MikeMike C.https://www.blogger.com/profile/11279776665185060446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096844366367766843.post-66786772140435408972010-04-27T03:59:38.627+01:002010-04-27T03:59:38.627+01:00Reminds me of my feelings about the beach in the s...Reminds me of my feelings about the beach in the summer. Only three things wrong with it: sun, sand, salt. But surely those days are months away yet, aren't they?Kent Wileyhttp://www.manmadewilderness.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096844366367766843.post-77151174583868842692010-04-27T03:55:06.943+01:002010-04-27T03:55:06.943+01:00Ah, birdsong. At least in N Europe it's largel...Ah, birdsong. At least in N Europe it's largely seasonal.<br /><br />Here in the tropics they sing a different tune and not to the rhythm of perfect time. Much more tribal.<br />The birds rise early, bed late and there are no seasons so they're active all year in trees that grow to within a few feet of my windows.<br /><br />Damned annoying.doonsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04558926453149764893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096844366367766843.post-82117375381045092902010-04-26T20:35:43.170+01:002010-04-26T20:35:43.170+01:00I wish I could claim an extensive knowledge of C19...I wish I could claim an extensive knowledge of C19th light verse, but....<br /><br />"Hazel brake" is the English working title for my wanderings in a local hazel and oakwood. The Swedish ("hasselsnår" - "hazel snare") has less cutesy associations.<br /><br />Nightingales stop singing once they've found a mate. Blasting an enduring singer doesn't dilute the gene pool much. Just don't harm the tree :-)Struanhttp://struangray.com/twiglognoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096844366367766843.post-44342871396074066572010-04-26T20:18:09.708+01:002010-04-26T20:18:09.708+01:00No, he's not guilty of that piece of handiwork...No, he's not guilty of that piece of handiwork. He manages his precious trees with a good deal more subtlety.Martinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13494219959077922220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096844366367766843.post-24885569789658575312010-04-26T19:57:03.101+01:002010-04-26T19:57:03.101+01:00Struan,
"Oh blackbird, die in the hazel-brak...Struan,<br /><br />"Oh blackbird, die in the hazel-brake!" -- it's a clear precursor of The Wurzels "Blackbird Song" ("'E sees Oi, and Oi sees 'e -- Blackbiiiird, Oi'll 'ave 'ee!")<br /><br />How on earth did you stumble across that?<br /><br />MikeMike C.https://www.blogger.com/profile/11279776665185060446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096844366367766843.post-40592653462029339552010-04-26T19:29:47.308+01:002010-04-26T19:29:47.308+01:00http://tinyurl.com/3ykho9mhttp://tinyurl.com/3ykho9mStruanhttp://struangray.com/twiglognoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096844366367766843.post-10888395476020519392010-04-26T19:06:47.714+01:002010-04-26T19:06:47.714+01:00"they were hilariously funny as teams of peop..."they were hilariously funny as teams of people wrestled the polythene in extremely gusty conditions"<br /><br />I think I would have paid to watch that...<br /><br />(Did your friend lay waste to the centre of theroundabout to the M27 near the golf club? I keep meaning to stop and photograph that).<br /><br />MikeMike C.https://www.blogger.com/profile/11279776665185060446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096844366367766843.post-43903274964630009832010-04-26T19:00:37.477+01:002010-04-26T19:00:37.477+01:00A good friend of mine works the woodland that bord...A good friend of mine works the woodland that borders the A3057. No shortage of birdsong there.<br /><br />We pass those rows of cloches virtually everyday. Pretty boring as they stand, but they were hilariously funny as teams of people wrestled the polythene in extremely gusty conditions!Martinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13494219959077922220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096844366367766843.post-74513378942850711562010-04-26T18:06:46.955+01:002010-04-26T18:06:46.955+01:00Well, there is an element of self-parody at work h...Well, there <i>is</i> an element of self-parody at work here...<br /><br />However, I do find birdsong is one of those things that flip-flops very easily between the sublime and the infuriating. A nightingale (or some other, less-scarce-but-insomniac bird with a mellifluous song) took up residence in the copse outside our bedroom window in the summer of 1990. For the first few nights we thought, "How lovely!" and lay awake listening to it. After that, it was just an annoying noise that was keeping me awake. I began seriously to consider buying a shotgun and firing random blasts into the branches.<br /><br />That moronic "teacher, teacher" racket that Great Tits make is pretty infuriating, too...<br /><br />MikeMike C.https://www.blogger.com/profile/11279776665185060446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096844366367766843.post-23422714248034474732010-04-26T17:51:31.745+01:002010-04-26T17:51:31.745+01:00Interestingly, I have just used "Adlestrop&qu...Interestingly, I have just used "Adlestrop" as the second lesson in a new scheme of work. My daughter said it went down very well with her Year 8 class - perhaps I should have added the writing of a final verse into the plan!<br /><br />There's something of the curmudgeon in your feelings towards Spring. My only problem with bird song is the bloody greenfinch that seems to sit on a neighbour's ariel and make its ridiculous "jzoo" noise. Obviously first in the queue for looks but last for a song.Dave Leekehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17971308602082668644noreply@blogger.com