Out and about. Coffee. Eating out. Radio mistakes. A bit of Orwell.

 22° when I ran this morning. Pleasant! Note too hot! It’s supposed to go up to 27° or 28° later according to my weather app. 

Now I’m sitting on the balcony of our hotel room contemplating the distant hills.

I think we sussed out the coffee machine in the breakfast room this morning. Yesterday it wasn’t working and we had to use an inferior system but today the main machine was back in action with it’s confusing display of choices! Caffe latte + a shot of caffe corto seems to give a combination to my satisfaction. 

We lunched yesterday at Tasca Béné, a place we frequented quite a lot the last time we were here. One of the things we like is that it is clearly used by local people and the staff are friendly, prepared to let me practise my halting Portuguese on them. The decor is interesting too, if you igore the inevitable two television screens!

We had sopa portuguesa, which is remarkably like a typical Galician vegetable soup, followed by grilled mackerel and a variety of vegetables. We requested chips instead of boiled potatoes - what is it with boiled potatoes on the IBerian peninsula? - and were rewarded with a mountain of chips! All very good!

Here’s an odd news item:

“A radio station has apologised for “any distress caused” after accidentally announcing that King Charles had died.

The erroneous announcement was made on Tuesday afternoon due to a computer error at Radio Caroline’s main studio in Essex.

Station manager Peter Moore wrote on Facebook: “Due to a computer error at our main studio, the Death of a Monarch procedure, which all UK stations hold in readiness while hoping not to require, was accidentally activated on Tuesday afternoon (19 May), mistakenly announcing that HM the King had passed away.

“Radio Caroline then fell silent as would be required, which alerted us to restore programming and issue an on-air apology.”

I didn’t know Radio Caroline still existed. And I wonder how Charles felt when he heard that he had died.

Here’s a quotation from “The Road to Wigan Pier” by George Orwell, dating back to 1937:

“English fascism, when it arrives, is likely to be of a sedate and subtle kind (presumably, at any rate, at first. It won’t be called fascism) probably a slimy anglicised form of fascism. With cultured policemen instead of nazi gorillas, and the Lion and the Unicorn instead of the swastika.”

I wonder what he would think of Tommy Robinson and co, and the outbreak of “patriotic” flags, not to mention elderly people being hauled off by our “cultured policemen” for protesting peacefully about Palestine. 

Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone!

Running - of sorts. Sunshine. Technical nonsense. Disappointing restaurants, the usual chaos.

 I organised myself to go out for a run this morning. The last time we stayed here in Silves I never sorted out a running route. So this year I was determined to do so. Out of the hotel, down to the corner, across the road, over the river, along the main thoroughfare and eventually a path through a park and a children’s play area. Not ideal but satisfactory. 

It was already hot at just after 8.00. A beautiful morning - blue sky and purple blossom.

I say I went for a run but a number of people overtook me walking smartly! No wonder my Fitbit thinks I just go for walk. 

Yesterday I complained about NHS app security. Last night I tried to access mu Fitbit app. It’s just a bit of nonsense, checking if I have met the arbitrary goals for steps and exercise and burning calories. Definitely not to be taken seriously. Normally straightforward, last night it demanded that I sign in with my email address and my password. Did I even have a password for Fitbit? If I did it was long forgotten. I tried to sort out a new one - too complicated after a day’s travelling! I’ll try again sometime soon.

Middle evening yesterday, we went out looking for somewhere to eat, looking forward to some nice fish. I had  a notebook with records of places we had found last year and so we set off to we fresh our memory of where they were. We dd get rather lost in the labyrinth of little back streets but things began to look familiar. However, some places were closed, disappointingly. Lastvyear we enjoyed splendid fish at a place called the Taberna Portuguesa. Portuguesa no longer, it is now a Brazilian churasqueira, offering a selection of meat, fish, chicken, with various salad and vegetable dishes - all you can eat for €16! Finding nowhere else to our liking, this is where we ended up.the food was rasty but not quite what we had planned for a meal to celebrate our return!

So it goes.

Back in he UK we have left behind the political chaos of Starmer’s will-he won’t-he resignation, Andy Burnham running for parliament and pundits predicting the continued rise of Reform UK. That last despite Reform UK councillors resigning their posts for various scandalous reasons. And it seems the whole Brexit - Europe debate rumbles on. We are well out of it!

Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone!

Do swifts and swallows make summer. Minor grumps. Travelling.

 There were swifts or swallows - I couldn’t decide which - at the millpond yesterday. Nobody seems to have told them that summer has not yet arrives in the Northwest of England. But still it was good to see them swooping low over the water.

Summer hasn’t arrived in the UK but temperatures are forecast to rise. This is because we are travelling to the Algarve today! 

Here’s a little annoyance. My phone told me yesterday that I had a new message from my GP. Please look on your NHS app, it said, in order to read the message. So I opened the app, put in my email address, added my password and then had to wait for a code which would be pinged to my phone. Finally I was able to read the message:

“Dear Ms Adams,

We will be closed for training from 1pm Wednesday 20/05/26 and will reopen at 8am Thursday 21/05/26. Our phone lines will go through to the out of hours service during this time and in an emergency please ring 999. Did you know that we are on Facebook & Instagram where we share information and updates from the practice. Thanks

Admin Team

Saddleworth Medical Practice”

Well, really! So much security checking for such an innocuous message! I know we need all these security checks in the modern age but surely there must be a way to vary the levels of security! 

By contrast, we breezed through security this morning at Manchester airport. No,longer do we need to get our electrical gadgets - iPad, Kindle, hairdryer, straighteners, in my case - out of our bags. Similarly our bags of liquids were able to remain in our bags. Amazing!

And now we sot on the airport, waiting for information about which gate to go to for our plane to Faro in Portugal. So far, it should be on time! Gate infprmation in about 40:minutes.

We had planned to purchase one or two items from Boots the Chemist. Mosquitos are a possibility in our destination. Phil has a bad reaction to mosquitos. They ignore me. So yesterday I rummaged through our supply of anti-mosquito stuff, antihistamine creams and so on.  All well out of date, in some cases dating back to-our last trip to Italy years ago. So we planned to buy stuff in Boots in the airport. Unfortunately the Boots in this terminal is closed for refurbishment! So one of our first jobs tomorrow is to seek out a  chemist in Silves! 

I can’t post this yet as I am not connected to internet. It will wait intil we reach our hotel. 

Updates later.

We had an uneventful flight but quite a long wait to disembark … into warm sunshine in Faro.

We had a car booked to take us from Faro to Silves, where phil will be playing chess from Saturday onwards. Our instructions were to go to the Vodaphone shop in the airport where a driver would be waiting for us. Minor panic! No driver! We had a difficult conversation with the  company but eventually the driver found us. He had been waiting in the carpark and had apparently sent a WhatsApp message to that effect! Sometimes I hate WhatsApp!

Alls well that ends well. We arrived at the hotel. Later we’ll venture forth for something to eat.we’re in a limbo time - too late for lunch and too early for dinner!

Life goes on. Stay sFe and well, everyone!

Ken Loach - films and opinions. Not going on a cruise. Odd expressions. Royal security nonsense.

 It’s a long time since I last watched Ken Loach’s film Land and Freedom, the story of a British communist who travels to Spain expecting a united anti-fascist struggle, only to encounter bitter ideological divisions between competing leftwing factions – tensions Loach believes remain deeply relevant today. I used to show it to my A-Level Spanish students. Strangely I now seem to have two copies of the film on DVD on my shelf. 

Back in 1995 Land and Freedom received prizes: Cannes’ Fipresci international critics prize and the Ecumenical jury prize. Now it has apparently been restored in 4K (a system for giving a sharper, clearer image using more pixels - I looked it up) and will screen in the festival’s Cinéma de la Plage strand on Tuesday, which Loach will be attending. He says the story of the fractured left is important and went a long way to the Spanish Republicans losing the Civil War. He’s been criticising Your Party:

“There was great hope when Jeremy Corbyn and Zarah Sultana joined forces; 800,000 people expressed interest – that’s three times the size of a political party,” he said. “But I’m afraid some of the behaviours were very poor and they lost a historic opportunity.”

So it goes! The story of the left!

I have almost certainly expressed my lack of enthusiasm for cruise holidays on more than one occasion. Here’s a link to an article in which Dave Schilling gives his reasons for not being a fn of such holidays. The hantavirus business further convinces me that I don’t want to be trapped on a floating hotel, swapping germs with strangers. Swapping germs on a short flight to Spain or Portugal is  quite enough for me. Another ship has been having problems off Bordeaux in France: stomach upsets rife among the passengers. However, they have allowed passengers without symptoms to disembark and presumably visit the city. I find myself wondering how many them are spreading their germs among the French population. You never know!

Our Granddaughter Number Two has the habit of saying “Bite me” when something annoys her or goes against her opinion. A curious thing to say! I googled it:

“The phrase "bite me" is an idiomatic expression used to convey defiance or dismissal, similar to telling someone to "leave me alone." It can also be a taunting remark indicating that the speaker does not care about the other person's opinion.”

I doubt that I will take it into my own conversational repertoire.

Here’s a little oddity in today’s news:

“Police officers accused of being asleep when they were supposed to be protecting the royal family at Windsor Castle have been placed under investigation.

An unspecified number of officers from the Metropolitan police’s royalty and specialist protection team are being investigated after concerns were raised, the force confirmed. The Sun, which first reported the story, said up to 30 officers were involved.

The allegations include officers leaving posts unattended and sleeping while on duty.”

Well! Who’d have thought it? Not my problem, fortunately.

Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone! 

Remembering the Nakba. And the possible power of music.

Yesterday marked 78 years since the Nakba, when Palestinians were expelled from their homes and the state of Israel was created.

It still goes on. Today I read this article about Palestinians being forced to demolish their own homes to make way for an Israeli theme park, a biblical theme park. 

It’s supposed to be part of an archaeological project, which is quite ironic since Israeli bombs have been responsible for destroying an archaeological warehouse in Gaza.

“Since the beginning of the war, Israel has damaged or destroyed hundreds of protected cultural sites and artefacts,” an archaeological group said in a statement. “The warehouse contained approximately 30 years of archaeological work in the Gaza Strip and housed tens of thousands of items. Some were removed but many were destroyed.”

“The IDF gave Palestinian archaeologists and the French-run École Biblique, which supports the site, three days to empty the warehouse before it was bombed but there was only time to remove some of the artefacts in a single convoy of trucks.

“We couldn’t go back for a second mission because of the lack of trucks and the availability of the people and mainly because of the danger, so some of the artefacts were lost,” an École Biblique official said.

The depot had been seized by Israeli forces in an offensive early last year when, the official said, employees of the Israel Antiquities Authority were allowed to inspect it, in violation of international law. On that occasion a global outcry prevented a plan to remove some of the artefacts.

Some of the objects that archaeologists managed to remove before the bombing were broken while being moved in open trucks, the only kind allowed by the Israeli military. They are now at an undisclosed location where they are open to the elements.”

Presumably these were not the right kind of archaeological artefacts!

Here’s a bit of Banksy art work.

It would be good to think that maybe the children of today could  bring about peace. 

Attempts have been made to use music to bring young people from Arab and Israeli communities together. 

“In 2014, construction began on the Barenboim–Said Academy in Berlin. A joint project Barenboim developed with Palestinian-American scholar Edward Said, the academy was planned as a site for young music students from the Arab world and Israel to study music and humanities in Berlin.[40] It opened its doors on 8 December 2016.”

From an article from 2021, there is this:

“Music is the universal language,” as the saying goes, and Nazareth violinist Nabeel Abboud-Ashkar began putting this into practice in Israel 10 years ago when he co-founded Polyphony, a community of musicians, educators, parents, and students devoted to bringing classical music to underserved students. They also introduce Arabic and Jewish music to students of both cultures, and offer a variety of programs for elementary school students and up.

The Israeli school system is mostly segregated between Arab and Jewish students but Polyphony wants to change that:

“OUR MISSION: Polyphony aims to bridge the divide between Arab and Jewish communities in Israel through music and to serve as a worldwide model for cooperation based on cultural exchange, dialogue and partnership.

They are an inclusive, supportive musical community:

Polyphony uses music to build a new kind of community. A classical music ensemble involves more than […] listening to music. [Polyphony’s] success depends upon the combination of each individual’s discipline and unified teamwork. In this way, each member is committed to the success of the entire ensemble.

This environment distinguishes Polyphony among programs using classical music as a diplomatic tool: Parents, students, teachers, and the community come together to achieve a shared goal of musical communication that transcends political affiliations.”

Feras, a 17-year-old Arab boy, said this about Polyphony: 

“When we Arab and Jewish musicians play together on one stage and read the same music, it makes me feel that maybe we still have hope…it’s possible for things to get better.”

Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone!

Some odd and interesting posts on social media and in the press.

 It”s been a fine sunny day today but still cold! I’ve spent the afternoon in Manchester where some hardy folk have been going around in shorts but others are still wrapped up in their puffer jackets. I’ve even seen some still wearing gloves! So much for the merry month of May!

Much has been made of Reform UK’s supposed success in the local elections. 

Campaign to Rejoin the EU posts stuff on Facebook.Today someone called Julian Smith posted this”

“The reality is that the Lib Dem’s have over twice the number of councillors that Reform has. That the Greens have nearly as many and Labour have three times the number.”

How true that is I do not know but it may be. However, even if it were true I suspect that mainstream media would take little notice. 

Here’s something from The Poke, also on Facebook:

“An American complained that Keir Starmer had ‘violated the First Amendment’ by banning Tommy Robinson’s mates and the responses will make you proud to be British👇”

You couldn’t make it up!

Here are some comments:

“And our government won’t allow us to have guns and that’s a blatant breach of the Second Amendment 😀”

“And Gladstone for one had more than two terms!”

Here’s another post I saw on social media on a different topic altogether”:

“🎸

The Boss is bringing the E Street Band to MSG, and with tickets finally dropping below $300, now’s your chance to see Bruce Springsteen live before they’re gone.”

I was struck by the words “with tickets finally dropping below $300”. Amazing! It’s a while since I went to a live music concert. Do people really pay such prices? How do people manage to go to a whole string of concerts bybtheir favourite artists?

On the subject of paying silly amounts pf money for stuff, here’s a link to an article about footwear, some remarkably odd-looking footwear.

The writer of the article talks about buying a pair and later discovering thatvthe shoes are niw oit of stock and are being sold for over £3 on the resale site Goat.

Ugly footwear is nothing new. Think of the popularity of Crocs. Here’s an extract from an article from 1018

‘Heinously haute

Do your trainers have fat, lolling tongues and thick, orthopaedic soles? Are they scuffed, yellowing and oversized to the point of comedy? Do they look like shoes you would keep by the back door and slip on to take out the bins? If so, congratulations! You’ve nailed this season’s biggest trend.

In designer fashion, such “ugly” trainers retail for anywhere up to £780.”

Some people clearly have more money than sense!

And now jere’s a pleasing story from John Crace’s Digested Week

“Tuesday

You know how it is. You work hard and no one seems to notice. Most of us have been there. We just suck it up and hope our day will come. But not all of us. Some have greater agency in their lives. Take Florent Montaclair, a French academic. Fed up with his lack of recognition, he decided to award himself a prize. And Florent thought big. He didn’t just go down the high street, buy a trophy and have his name engraved on it. In 2016, he announced to the world that he had become the first French winner of the “Gold Medal of Philology” – that’s the study of language in historical contexts to you and me – an honour he said was the equivalent of a Nobel prize.

He even cited Umberto Eco as a previous winner. And everyone believed him. So much so, that a prize-giving ceremony was arranged at the French national assembly, with MPs, government ministers and Nobel prize winners among the guests. Florent was now a legend in his own lifetime. There was just one problem, there was no “Gold Medal of Philology” before Montclair decided there was. Nor was there an Institute of Philology that Florent said administered the prize. But amazingly no one noticed.

There was even a prize giving the following year when Florent awarded the medal to the American academic, Noam Chomsky, who flew to Paris for the ceremony. The alleged charade only came to light comparatively recently when Florent apparently included the medal on an application for a promotion. If only he had quit when he was ahead. But what an example to us all. Keir Starmer could probably do with an ego boost right now. So why doesn’t he get Mark Rutte to award him a fictitious “Medaille d’Honneur” for services to Nato? It would cost the secretary general nothing and he would be bound to get something in return.”

Amazing!

Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone!