May Day .

 Tomorrow is the 1st of May, May Day. We don’t celebrate May Day in this country. Instead we have a bank holiday on the first Monday in May - much tidier!

According to tradition, Celtic tradition, we should begin celebrating May Day this evening: After celebrations on May Eve (April 30th), women would go out in the woods to collect May, other flowering plants. They would wash their faces in May Dew preferable from the leaves of Hawthorn. If not from beneath an oak tree, or from a new-made grave. The dew was said to improve their complexion. It was also used for medical conditions such as gout and weak eyes. Thinking of one’s lover on May Day might bring marriage within the year.”

It all gets mixed up with Midsummer’s Night and the Feast of St John (24th of June), when bonfires are lit on Spanish beaches and crazy people leapmlver thme to find out the imitial of the person they will marry. I was once advised to collect certain wild flowers on St John’s eve, stand them in water and then use the water to wash my face at dawn. This too was supposed to  be good for the complexion. I declined to wash my face with flower water! I survived as did my complexion.

Apparently the celebrations begin on May Eve because the Celtic calendar starts the day at Dusk. This seems strange to us who, perversely, ‘start’ our day at Midnight just after everyone has gone to bed! The other choice, and maybe the most logical is Dawn. But Dawn and Dusk are difficult to fix. Midnight was chosen by Julius Caesar when he created the Julian Calendar. Midnight has the virtue of being a fixed metric, being half way between Dawn and Dusk. From the Celtic point of view, the day ends when the Sun goes down over the western horizon. So the end of the old day, is the beginning of the new day. Makes sense?

Then ln May Day morning people danced round the maypole, erected a few day previously and repainted and decked with ribbons and garlands made mainly from hawthorn, usually having been stored all year in the church. 

If they managed to make garlands of hawthorn blossom the  they were doing well in my opinion as the hawthorn blossom (may blossom) doesn’t come out here until late May. Some in the church took against it and banned the maypole as it smacked of idolatry. Shocking!

Now, here’s a link to an article about British-Jamaican DJ, artist and educator, Linett Kamala, who adapted maypole dancing to more modern music.

Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone!

On the content of speeches!

 So Charles Windsor has made a great speech to Congress on the United States. Apparently it went down well, thanking them for inviting him to address them on this “semi-quincentennial year of the Declaration of Independence”. Hmm - semi-quincentennial? Who writes these speeches? Someone who likes long words, obviously! What’s wrong with two hundred and fiftieth?

Anyway, the jokes were appreciated and the “special relationship!” was shored up once again.

Then there was a fancy dinner at the White House, where the king presented the president with the bell from the British submarine HMS Trump, which was launched in 1944 during the second world war.

There you go.

Here’s picture of different kinds of tits.

And here’s a comment on deporting immigrants.

And here is a reminder from Norman Finkelstein that stuff in Gaza is till going on. The news has gone fairly quiet but it’s still happening. We mustn’t forget.

None of this was mentioned in the King’s speech. Altogether too overtly political!  So it goes!

Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone!

Actions that influence the weather. Malign effect of influencers on children’s cosmetics use. And shoplifting.

 On Saturday the next door neighbours got their barbecue equipment out and had their first barbecue of the year. I’m not a great fan of barbecues myself, perhaps because I’m not a great meat eater, but I do enjoy eating outdoors on a fine warm evening. Actually, by the time everything was properly set up and the meat was cooked the temperature was already dropping to its evening level. But in the afternoon and very early evening it was very pleasant to it out in the garden. 

Through Saturday, Sunday and yesterday I gradually reduced my running gear, first shedding my winter extra-layer hoody, then going down to a short sleeved running top and finally substituting my running trousers with running shorts. This was a good move with early morning temperatures of 14° and more. 

So, possibly as a consequence of all this summer-style organising, today the cloud has moved back in with a vengeance and the early morning temperature was 7°. My bare legs felt then difference. The sun is forecast to return later today!

 I have come across another new word: cosmeticorexia. Apparently it is an obsession with having a flawless skin. Children, principally girls, as young as 7 or 8 are buying beauty products, applying collagen boosting serums and retinol creams for their nonexistent wrinkles. And some of the yummy-mummies are encouraging it: party bags are stuffed with face masks and fluffy headbands, instead of glitter and gummy bears. Younger and younger girls are afraid to be seen without make-up. Dermatologists are treating children for skin disorders resulting from using exfoliants and other such products on their very young skin.  And experts are suggesting that cosmeticorexia “may represent a clinically relevant mental disorder”. They suggest it requires further understanding, tracking, research and potentially treatment.

Presumably this is another consequence of the presence of social media and influencers in so many aspects of modern life. Another bit of innocence is lost along the way. Our own nine-year-old granddaughter is, we hope, not so extreme as some of these youngsters but for a long time now she has carefully chosen which outfits she will wear, often planning in advance for special occasions. And she is quick to assess and congratulate people on how they look, on the clothes they wear and so on. 

It is a strange place the modern world.

Here’s another oddity: 

“Traces of illicit drugs in wastewater in England show spikes in usage during bank holiday weekends, heatwaves and sports events, while the Eurovision song contest ranks as one of the most drug-fuelled nights of the year.”

We have a bank holiday weekend coming up. And the sunshine is forecast to return. Maybe the drug-users will be out and about. 

I find it strange that the Eurovision Song Contest is mentioned in that context. I knew it had become a popular event in the gay community. Now I have an image of masses of people getting high as they watch the performance of often really mediocre songs! 

You can guess that I am not a fan of Eurovision!

Then there is shoplifting (which has been a crime in England since 1799), a rather antisocial activity that pushes up the prices of goods for us ordinary shoppers.recently someone lost his job for tackling shoplifters in a Waitrose store. And here is a link to an article about people who are pretty much professional shop lifters, having honed the art of selecting items to steal and resell, strolling calmly round stores not rushing in and out. Rushing in and out arouses suspicion; browsing looks normal, even if you are quietly secreting stuff away inside your coat, especially if it’s a respectable-looking coat!

And here’s an article about shoplifting by a group that calls itself “Take Back Power”. They collect goods i supermarkets, pack them in boxes labelled something like “these are going to people who need them” and if they can get them past security and out of the store they distribute the contents to food banks. Some of their number have been arrested at ‘training events’, arrested for lotting to carry out a crime ! While their methods of helping the needy are dubious, so too is their being raided and arrested before they have committed the crime. 

Such is modern society!

Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone!

Birthday cakes. London Marathon - and Starmer and Mandelson. The continued madness of the world.

Yesterday sort of disappeared down a rabbit-hole of family birthday celebrations. Friday was our daughter’s birthday and on Wednesday Grandson Number One will be 21, and so we celebrated both birthdays with one cake. I seem to have become the official birthday cake maker for the family, even mKing one cor myself when my birthday comes around. Time was, I made rather spectacular cakes for our children’s birthdays - a London Bus, the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party and other themed cakes. Nowadays it’s just sponge cake with butter icing and sprinkles.

Yesterday was also the day of the London Marathon. Sebastian Sawe from Kenya ran it in a record-breaking under two hours! Considering that it is considered good going if you complete in under four hours, that’s rather frighteningly impressive. 

People  dress up to run the Marathon, usually raising money for the charity of their choice. The sons of a friend of mine, for example, raised lots of money for research into motor neurone disease.

Here’s a London Marathon-themed cartoon about Starmer and Mandelson:

On the day London Marathon hit the capital’s streets, the PM insisted he still has the support of the majority of the labour party

Here’s something from my friend Colin’s blog the other day:

“A wild boar walked into the city of Vigo last night. For the first time, I believe. They’re not yet a nuisance in Pv city, though I have seen them near my house, across the river in Poio. Only a matter of time before one them wanders across one of our 6 bridges.”

I wonder if it got right into the centre. I now have an image of a wild boar strolling down Principe, the main pedestrianised shopping street, nonchalantly window-shopping.

But Colin needs to watch out for boars crossing bridges. In Sumatra an orangutan has successfully used a canopy bridge specially constructed to encourage them to cross a road which cuts through their territory. 

Elsewhere in the wider world senseless violence continues:

“Israeli forces in Gaza killed a water engineer and two drivers who transported water to displaced families over four days in mid-April, exacerbating severe shortages of clean water that are fuelling the spread of preventable disease.

Israeli limits on the shipment of soap, washing powder and other hygiene products into Gaza have also forced prices up, adding to the challenge of keeping clean and avoiding infection in overcrowded shelters and tent encampments.”

And Donald Trump has apparently survived another assassination attempt. Probably just as well; he’s not become a martyr!

Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone!

Sunshine. Washing. Barbecues. Bluebells. No-show MPs. And killing journalists.

Another sunny day. At 8.30 this morning it was already 14°. Our next door neighbour has mowed the grass in our shared garden. And he has got his barbecue equipment out ready for later today. After all, this may well be our summer! Who knows what the weather will be like in a few weeks time. 

Carpe diem!

In the meantime we have all been washing things like mad and hanging everything out to dry in the garden - to be taken in before the barbecue is lit!

The bluebells in the corner of my garden are doing nicely. We need to do an excursion to the woodland area near Dobcross to check on the state of bluebells there. Maybe later this afternoon!

Yesterday ‘Reform are not your Friends’ posted this on Facebook alongside a photo of parliament:

“Eagle eyed viewers of Prime Minister’s Questions might have noticed a familiar face missing from the benches lately… Nigel Farage.

At first, we thought it looked a bit suspicious. Then we thought, maybe give him the benefit of the doubt and stop being all Reform Are Not Your Friends about it.

Then we thought… actually, no. Let’s check.

Here are the facts 👇

Never mind PMQs, since March 18th, the Reform UK leader hasn’t voted in a single parliamentary division.

Not one.

In that time, there have been more than 50 votes in the House of Commons.

Over a month of decisions affecting the country… and no participation.

If you’re elected to represent people, turning up and voting isn’t a bonus, it’s the bare minimum… and right now, Nigel Farage isn’t even clearing that.

He’s not just absent… he’s laughing at you, Clacton.”

Enough said!

Out in the wider world, journalists are still being killed:

“It has been sadly confirmed that 42-year-old journalist Amal Khalil of Al-Akhbar newspaper has been killed today, Wednesday, the sixth day of the ceasefire, in an Israeli airstrike on the town of Tiri in southern Lebanon.

She and freelance photojournalist Zeinab Faraj had been reporting on an earlier airstrike that targeted a car in front of them, killing two civilians, when they took refuge in a house. Israeli forces then carried out a second strike that directly targeted the journalists, trapping them inside. 

When Red Cross teams arrived to rescue them, the Israeli army threw a stun grenade at the ambulance before opening fire, blocking the rescue. After three hours of delays, with Israeli forces citing the need for “permission through the mechanism”, a second Red Cross team, accompanied by the Lebanese army, finally reached the three-story building and searched through the rubble. It was too late. Zeinab was evacuated to Tebnine Governmental Hospital where she underwent head surgery. The bodies of the two men from the initially targeted car were also recovered.”

You can’t really call the death of journalists collateral damage when emergency medical help is prevented from reaching them.

“Israel killed her.

Israel killed Lebanese journalist Amal Khalil.

It killed her after besieging her for hours and preventing the Red Cross from reaching her under the rubble.

Israel didn’t allow access until it made sure she was dead.”

Life goes on, stay safe and well, everyone!

St George and his Day. Summer ? Going out for brunch. Being psychic. Smartphones. And Petromasculinity.

Yesterday was St George’s Day. In previous years this has caused the England flag to sprout all over the place. Less so this year because it has been oevr-used and abused by extreme right groups. Some people, like our across the road neighbours, tried to reclaim it but on a very muted level, with a small flag planted in the flower bed.

George himself wasn’t English. That’s how it goes I hear he is also the patron saint of Palestine.

Summer has arrived here, it seems.in a gentle, very English way with a high of 19°. I’ve been out to “brunch” with our daughter, whose birthday it is, and one of her daughters, Granddaughter Number Two. 

Granddaughter Number Two waxes very sentimental about family birthdays and, as she is not working today, insisted on our doing something to celebrate her mother’s birthday. So I went and met them at a local cafe, walking there along the Donkey Line bridle path, for the first time this year. It has been so wet until now that truly it was not a good idea but with a few days of sunshine it has dried up nicely.

According to this article, a survey of US adults reveals many of them think they have extraordinary powers of intuition – especially those in younger age groups. Maybe it’s the tendency of that generation to watch so many shows about ghosts and supernatural stuff. 

Here’s a link to an article about the dangers of smartphones in schools.

And here’s a link to an article about ‘petromasculinity’. This is a new term to me, so I looked it up and found this:

“Coined by political scientist Cara Daggett in a 2018 paper, “petro-masculinity” describes a pernicious fusion between fossil fuel use, climate change denial, and defense of authoritarian white patriarchal masculinity. Noting how fossil fuel extraction and consumption are coded “masculine”, while environmentalism and green technology are coded soft, weak and “feminine”; it tracks how insecure men are increasingly leaning in to a petro-masculine identity in order to assert traditional masculine authority in the face of climate change, threats to traditional extractive industries, and changing social norms.”

There you go. Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone.