Thursday, 5 November 2026

Remember, remember the Fifth of November!

 The falling leaves have converted muddy footpaths into yellow-leaf roads.



It’s Bonfire Night but some people seem intent on continuing to celebrate Hallowe’en. Each day their display has been slightly different with the spider and the skeleton slowly descending!



It’s Bonfire Night! 


When our children were young we used to organise a bonfire at the bottom of the garden and invite friends and family to join us. Treacle toffee, parkin and baked potatoes. My brother would usually arrive with the sort of firework that advised standing 50 yards away from it! Rather hard to do in our garden. But a good time was had by all!


When I was a child we used to make a Guy to burn on the bonfire, a manikin made of old clothes and with a frightening mask. Kids would drag their guys around calling out “Penny for the Guy!”. My father, however, would not let us do that. His children were not going to beg on the streets!


Mischief Night - November 4th - when rascals went playing tricks and making a lot of noise, seems to have been replaced by Hallowe’en. And cob coaling has also disappeared. The internet tells us:


“Cob coaling, cob-a-coaling or cob calling was a traditional  Bonfire Night custom practiced in the Yorkshire-Lancashire border region, which involved groups of people going door-to-door and singing a song in return for Bonfire Night supplies. In more recent times, singers collected firewood and money for fireworks, but "coaling" refers to the coal that would previously have been collected. The Cob Coaling Song is listed as number 9234 in the Roud Folk Song index.

History

The song was probably part of a medieval mummer’s play before being adapted to modern Bonfire Night traditions.The practice of cob coaling has parallels in other festive door-to-door begging traditions such as wassailing and souling.

Cob coaling was popular as recently as the 1970s, but probably died out some time in the 1980s.”


Here is one version of the song:


“We come a Cob-coaling for Bonfire time,

Your coal and your money we hope to enjoy.

Fal-a-dee, fal-a-die, fal-a-diddly-i-do-day.

For down in yon’ cellar there’s an owd umberella

And up on yon’ corner there’s an owd pepperpot.

Pepperpot! Pepperpot! Morning ’till night.

If you give us nowt, we’ll steal nowt and bid you good night.

Up a ladder, down a wall, a cob o’coal would save us all.

If you don’t have a penny a ha’penny will do,

If you don’t have a ha’penny, then God bless you.

We knock at your knocker and ring at your bell

To see what you’ll give us for singing so well.”


Enjoy the fireworks!


Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone!

Wednesday, 4 November 2026

An odd Wednesday!

Well, it’s been a funny sort of day. Weatherwise it began beautifully and stayed that way all day.



It must have been a funny day for Donald Trump too with the result he didn’t want in the midterms. We’ll have to see how that pans out.


I seem to have spent today running round organising things for going away to Portugal on Friday. Packing to come home is always easier than packing to go away. All the decisions you need to make about what to take and what to leave behind. We always travel hand-luggage only and so it’s a juggling act to fit what you want to take within the weight limit.


Today’s organising was complicated by Phil having a chess match this evening. Our daughter volunteered to give him a lift but this then involved feeding pizza to two hungry grandchildren. And now I’ll need to replenish the supplies of pizza as they will be around again tomorrow after I collect them from school. 


I have been commissioned to make an apple crumble too. I may have already mentioned that a friend of my daughter’s promised us some baking apples and turned up with a huge bagful. I have passed some on to the nextdoor neighbour and to Granddaughter Number One but there is still a carefully stored box of them waiting for my return from Portugal.



My daughter promised her friend a crumble in return, volunteering me to bake it. That will be tomorrow morning’s job, I think.


In the meantime, here’s a cartoon commenting on hacking!



Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone!

Tuesday, 3 November 2026

Apologies and reparations. Another word of the year! Canal history.

 Apologies and reparations seem to be the thing at the moment. The King and the Prime Minister are both in the Bahamas and there’s a lot of talk about slavery. We should apologise and pay large amounts of money in reparation.


So here’s a Ben Jennings cartoon on slavery reparations.



I read that the Prime Minister plans to ask countries affected by the Uk’s role in slavery to help form our country’s apology.  And he has approved £40m in aid funding for the Caribbean


The former Archbishop of Canterbury, Justin Welby, says that making slavery reparations would be ‘a vast unjust fine on the British people”. 


“You may be able to fine individual people for their conduct, but not everyone for their nationality,” states Mr Welby. And as he points out, most of us did not get rich on the proceeds of slavery. Indeed some of the people whose taxes and so on would help pay the reparations are in fact descended from slaves. We need to hold up our hands and accept responsibility for stuff that went on in the past but the whole issue is very complicated. 


The King, by the way, found time to dance and play bells in a parade and the Prime Minister managed to play cricket. Serious stuff!


I’ve found another “word of the year”, this time selected by Collins English Dictionary. The word is “mogging” which apparently means outperforming or outshining someone or something. It is said to originate from “Amog” - alpha male in the group - a word that first appeared in bodybuilding culture around 2016. It’s now gone into everyday slang: “Teenagers mog elite athletes, a new video game mogs an old favourite, and your friend’s sourdough mogs the loaf you spent all weekend proving, Basically, if someone or something has made you look a bit rubbish by comparison, you’ve been mogged.”


Who knew? I am completely out of touch with the world of slang. I must consult the grandchildren.


Michael Rosen posted something from Rural Historia:


“Imagine having to move a canal boat through a dark tunnel using nothing but your legs.


This was known as “legging” — a method used to propel boats through canal tunnels and water-filled adits before motorised boats became common.


Many early canal tunnels were built without towpaths because adding one would have required a much wider tunnel, making construction considerably more expensive.


That created a problem: once the tow horse was detached, how did you get the boat through?


The answer was legging.


Crewmen would lie on their backs or sides on planks fitted to the boat and literally “walk” along the tunnel wall or roof with their feet, pushing the boat slowly forward through the darkness.


It was hard, awkward and exhausting work, but for many years it was one of the few practical ways of getting an unpowered boat through a long tunnel.


A wonderfully simple solution to a very expensive engineering problem.”



I’ve heard of this before as Standedge Tunnel is not far from here in Marsden. I think it’s even possible to take boatbtrips along the canal and through the the rather impressive tunnel.


Thw first comment on Michael Rosen’s post was this’


“If I remember correctly, the canal owners did not wish their tunnel walls and roofs to be damaged by the clogs of the boatmen, so often insisted that their clogs were wrapped in bits of cloth to give some protection to the brickwork/stonework.

Hence the origin of the term “toe-rag”..”


Interesting stuff.


Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone.

Monday, 2 November 2026

Confused flowers. Words and neologisms. Hackers in supermarkets. Astrology. And exercise.

 Sometime in the summer, towards the end of August, I realised that a stray plant growing in an abandoned plant pot on the garden wall was in fact a sunflower. Goodness knows where the seed came from but I watched it develop from this



to this. A bit of an unexpected bonus beauty!



Over the last week or so I have observed another plant growing in another abandoned plant pot in a different part of the garden. Surely not another sunflower! But it looks for all the world as though that is what it is!



It’s November. What is a stray sunflower doing in my garden at this time of year? What chance does the poor thing have of actually coming into full bloom?  This is not an isolated incident. On Saturday I stopped and chatted to a lady whose well-kept garden I always admire as I run past. She pointed out a large white poppy flowering out of season, a clematis which was throwing new buds, and various other odd floral developments. So my sunflower is not the only plant totally confused by climate change!


I’ve been reading odds and ends about words. It’s just one of those odd things I do. Apparently Dictionary.com always chooses a ‘word of the year’ and this year’s is the suffix “maxxing”.


They say that “maxxing” is not a new concept. Dungeons and Dragons players have been “min-mixing’ character stats for years (whatever that means!). And as far back as the 40s the term was used in game theory (another area of mystery for me). I notice that in these explanations the word is spelt with 9nly one x. But in recent years it seems we use the new spelling to “optimise” all facets of our lives. Influencers of both genders go in for “looksmaxxing”. We indulge in “personalitymaxxing”to charm people, and in “sleepmaxxing” to get the best possible rest. People are proteinmaxxing their breakfast, tokenmaxxing their use of AI … cozymaxxing on a Friday night  Even the pentagon is reported to brag about “lethalitymaxxing”! 


It’s a whole new way of describing things.


Here are some neologisms of a different kind:


Fauxstalgia:- The ache for a memory that was AI-generated and never actually lived through.


Algonesia: - The inability to remember whether you discovered something yourself or were served it by an algorithm.


Hoverwhelmed:- caught between tracking your child responsibly and becoming obsessed with the flood of real-time parenting data.


Flawnting;- influencers publicly performing imperfections in order to signal their aithenticity.


Puregatory:- the plight of trying to live ethically, where even responsible choices feel compromised.


I think it was some time early last month that I heard about freezers in some large French supermarkets being hacked. Temperatures set at -25° were raised to 40° of 50°. The contents of the freezer compartments had to be thrown away - such food waste! - such a loss of income for the supermarkets! Today I read that stores in Sweden, Belgium and Luxembourg have also been hacked in a similar fashion. Goodness! There’s a bit of me that wonders, however, why supermarket freezers are computer controlled at a national level so that such hacking is possible - hack into the system and mess up the settings for just about all the stores of a particular brand! And do the hackers do it for the fun of the challenge? Or is it a not so subtle protest at AI taking over?


Another way of organising the world exists! Or so it seems! According to this article, astrology is enjoying renewed popularity among Gen Z. They are finding the world too complicated and looking to the stars is a way of understanding what is going on. What a surprise! I’ve never really been into astrology but it’s always amusing to read last month’s horoscope at the hairdresser’s and decide how good it was at predicting what happened in your life! 


And finally, here’s a cartoon about exercise in the age of zoom-classes!



Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone! 

Sunday, 1 November 2026

Hallowe’en. Jack-o’-Lanterns. Mischief and trick or treats. Demonstrations.

 Well, that’s Hallowe’en out of the way. 



Now the shops and supermarkets, and pubs and restaurants for that matter, can concentrate fully on Christmas. After all, there’s less than two months to go!


When I was visiting my son recently, I watched my daughter, my son and my daughter in law help their children carve scary faces onto the pumpkins we had collected the previous day. My offspring and I reflected on the fact that I had never done this with them. They’re both in their mid- to late-forties and back when they were small nobody carved pumpkins. And nobody festooned gheir gardens with Hallowe’en decorations.


And yet I can remember going to “hotpot suppers” in our church hall as a child at this time of year. The church hall was decorated with Jack-o’-lanterns and we had fun watching brave or foolish people “bobbing for apples”, trying to catch an apple just with their teeth from a selection apples floating in a barrel of water. 


Jack-o’-lanterns were made from turnips, hollowed out and carved and lit from inside with a candle. That sounds like pumpkin carving, does it not? Apparently these lanterns were part of Samhain, the ancient Celtic pagan festival that marked the end of summer and the beginning of the Celtic new year and long winter ahead. (Samhain translates to “summer’s end” in Gaelic.) From sunset on October 31st and continuing through into November 1, Samhain ushered in the transition from the autumn equinox to the winter solstice. During those two days, ancient Celts believed that the veil between life and death was at its narrowest, allowing spirits to roam freely between both realms.


I find it rather odd now that my childhood Church of England community did not flinch at the idea of having pagan symbols at our hotpot suppers. The Church of England school our smallest grandchildren attend recently vetoed any mention or suggestion of the pagan Hallowe’en when the Parents Association organised a “Choose your Pumpkin” event. Everything and everyone is a lot more sensitive and aware of political correctness nowadays.


Here’s something else about Jack-o’-lantern:


“The term jack-o'-lantern has a history connected to mysterious lights seen at night. The name was used for flickering lights that appeared over marshes and other dark landscapes, sometimes known in English folklore as will-o'-the-wisps.

These unexplained lights were associated with supernatural beliefs and stories about wandering spirits. Over time, the term became linked to the carved lanterns made from vegetables.

One popular Irish folktale tells of a man called Stingy Jack, who was said to have tricked the Devil and was ultimately condemned to wander with only a glowing ember to light his way. In the story, Jack places the ember inside a carved turnip, creating a lantern.

Versions of the tale vary, and its precise relationship to the development of the carving tradition is uncertain. Nevertheless, it remains one of the best-known explanations for the name and has helped reinforce the jack-o'-lantern's association with Halloween folklore.”


Anyway, Irish and possibly also Scottish immigrants to the USA took the (Samhain) turnip lantern tradition with them. Pumpkins were found to be larger and easier to carve and so a new tradition evolved. So, what about trick or treat? 


Well, it seems that long ago people were afraid of the spirits that could roam the earth at Samhain and wore masks, old clothes or disguises in order to blend in with their supernatural visitors -“guising”. As with so many religious festivals, All Saints’ Day was moved in the 8th century to November Ist, in an attempt to replace Samhain with a Christian festival. And so the eve of All Saints’  (All Hallows) became holy, or hallowed: hence Hallowe’en. By the end of the Middle Ages guising evolved into “souling”. Poor people, especially children, would go door-to-door on the night of October 31 and offer to pray for the souls of people’s loved ones in exchange for money or food. Within a few hundred years costumed visitors started offering to perform a little trick—perhaps a song or dance—in exchange for money or food. 


There you go! And we largely forgot about it. Maybe it got mixed in with “mischief night”, November 4th, the eve of Guy Fawkes night, when naughty boys posted “bangers” and “ripraps” through people letter boxes or tied them to the tails of dogs. 


But trick or treat became a thing in the USA:


“The rise of Halloween in the U.S.

The phrase trick or treat was first recorded in 1927, and during that decade the pastime caught on in the United States. Early Halloween celebrations leaned heavily toward tricks. During the Great Depression these pranks sometimes turned dangerous—cars were overturned and telephone poles were cut down. Hoping to discourage vandalism, various groups began promoting trick-or-treating.”


And sometime in the late 1980s - 1990s the tradition was re-imported from the USA to the UK. And to most of Europe as well. We’ve seen it in Spain and Portugal. Although in places like Spain, today, All Saints’ Day, remains a day to visit and tidy up family graves.


However, that’s Hallowe’en over with for another year.



In France in all got mixed up with anti-government protestors, some of them in Hallowe’en costumes. French interior minister Laurent Nuñez told demonstrators that Halloween would not be accepted as an excuse to wear masks or trigger street violence. 



More than 300,000 people across the country took to the streets to march in what authorities said were largely peaceful demonstrations on Saturday. 



But there were violent incidents with molotov cocktails thrown at police and tear gas fired at protestors. This was the third consecutive weekend of nationwide demonstrations. Demonstrations also took place in parts of Germany. 


We are living in troubled times.


Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone!