As some readers may already know, and others outside of the UK might not, summer has officially arrived here in the UK of late, and quite delightfully so, for me. Why, you might ask? Simple, as with so many joint issues, they tend to flare up in cold, or damp weather (or worse, both), and ease to some degree when the weather is warm/hot, and dry.
So yes, at present, I’m in a lot less pain than I was a few weeks ago, when it was cold, and damp, shall we diplomatically say? In truth, I have contemplated easing off on the meds while its like this, but in truth, I’m practical, would hate to have any issues, of my own making, so have stuck to standard levels of painkillers for now. Mind, I’m due my quarterly review on Thursday, and I’m sure the matter is going to be discussed. After all, the Naproxen was only meant to be a top up while the weather was bad, so whether I really need it currently, who knows? But yes, I’ll let the medical experts make the call on that! Have to say that its lovely that on an evening like this, I can sit here typing this, not wearing the brace. Mind, it might mainly be because, being neoprene, I sweat like hell underneath it when the weather is like this, and even if I could do with losing a couple of pounds, maybe, thats not my planned way, or probably the best way of doing it!
As previously mentioned, I did a pre retirement course through work yesterday, and a rewarding experience it was too. Fine, a lot of it related to Civil Servants, with decades of work, and very nice pension funds, unlike my modest amount, but it gave me things to think about, and plan for my future. Hopefully I’ve got nearly another 6 years to give that pot a boost, but whether my back will let me go on, that long, I wouldnt put good money on it. Of course, a new option could come into my life anyway, and change matters, and I dont just mean the lottery jackpot at work, because I’ve never won anything in life, so cant see that happening. Yes, a jackpot win would very quickly see retirement on the grounds of health, believe me! I’d love to say enough to move somewhere hot, all year round, but given there are about 25 of us in the syndicate, it would need to be a rollover jackpot to do that on my own basis, probably!
Yes, I notice the difference with the weather. When its bad weather (cold, damp, or both), the 0.7 miles from work to bus station (or other way round) seems like the end of a marathon by the time I get there. Even in average weather, its about my limit. In the heat of yesterday (Low 80’s, I guess), I walked back from the course location, to Leeds station, about a mile, no issues whatsoever! Was just starting to tire at the end, but seriously… And yes, in Seattle, I was probably doing as much, if not more, at times!
So yes, somewhere warm/hot to live, post retirement, I really need to! Either that, or find someone daft enough to marry me, who lives somewhere hot, lol!
Right, video time. I’m sure many will have worked out the song tonight already. Of course The Kinks couldnt do anything too seriously, so they filmed the video on a freezing cold day in winter!
Oh, and as an added extra, another song of a very similar title, from about 10 years later, though to some degree, it sounds like something from 30 years earlier. Well, maybe not the electric guitar, but…
Its amazing just how many times, and how often sports commentators can put their feet firmly in their mouths. And yes, alright,.its so funny when it all goes wrong for them.
All summer long, the Sky cricket team have been going on about how brilliant the England cricket team are, and how only the weather stopped them being the No 1 team in all 3 versions, and then they play against a decent team, and oh dear! Things looked so bright for them on Thursday, a great start against South Africa, but since then, oh dear! A quick collapse on Friday, but still they were saying how the bowlers would do so well. Err…
South Africa declared today at 637-2, a lead of 252 over what England managed with all their batsmen! Still, as they were saying even then, the wicket is so good, that England will just bat out for a draw. Next time I looked, they were 65-3! By the close they’d reached 102-4, but still 150 behind, with a full day to play, and most of their batting gone! No, by then I watching another sport (more in a moment), so I have no idea how the awfully biased commentary team coped with that.
Ah, but I was still going to watch a sporting collapse, little did I know. Yes, the end of the Open. I turned on to hear the BBC commentators saying that Adam Scott only had to keep going to win the title (4 clear, with about 4 holes to play), and they couldnt see him not doing that. Oh. dear, 4 over par for the last 4 holes, and he presented the title on a plate to Ernie Els!
I know, I’ve never been in that position, nor am I ever likely to be, so I have no idea how hard doing what they do is, but I suspect its not easy. But its not them that amuse me, its those commentators who only succeed in putting their feet in their mouths, and not learning by it. I know, live commentary doesnt give you time to think too much, but clearly in the case of the cricket commentators at least, they get provided with rose tinted glasses.
So, in tribute to those clever folks behind the microphones, I pay respects with…
One of the great legends of pop died, Freddie Mercury.
Lets say it wasnt totally unexpected, he’d lived an wild, gay lifestyle at a time when AIDS was prevalent, and in a sense it was inevitable that he paid the highest price, with his life.
I wasnt what you would ever call the biggest Queen fan in the world, but their music was certainly very good at times, and the video art was certainly developed by them, thats for sure. One obvious one takes plenty of kudos (more later), but for some strange reason, Radio Ga-Ga and I Want To Break Free hold extra memories for me. The former because of what the video was built around, the latter because I wanted to look as cute as Roger Taylor in that wig!
But one record changed music as such, primarily because until then, most pop singles had been no longer than about 4 minutes, because of vinyl limitations as much as anything. So out comes a record over 6 minutes long, and it stays at number 1 for quite a while! And repeated that feat after his death.
I’m not sure if Freddie was the first pop star to be openly gay, but he certainly made it known to the public in style. Others then followed, and though even now, some tabloids make a fuss when pop stars come out, most people now just say ‘so what?’ when it happens.
RIP Freddie, we miss you.
The video, well its a song I hinted at earlier, but its not, err, the Queen version. Mind, there is a ‘grand dame’ of entertainment in the video at the end lol!
Anyone who is a Facebook friend may have seen the brief version of this already, but that certainly didnt include the video, so…it might be worth looking again lol, well, at the video at least. I promise you one thing, it wont be the last Queen song this month, due to an anniversary later in the month.
Yes, some of us have to work on Sunday’s, and if James says a word about that, well I’ll get him back at some point next year! 😉 No, you arent going to get a full description of the day, as all the entertainment occured within 200 yards of home, on the way back in the evening.
Use your own image, you’ll have to, as far as I know there’s no CCTV down our street, and even then, you wouldnt get the sound on the film anyway. Having got off the bus near the corner, and walked through the alleyway, I started up my road towards a warm and welcoming house. Oh, and Sunday dinner (albeit a late one), but thats beside the point.
Coming in the opposite direction down the road are two boys in their teens, heading somewhere, I’ve no idea where. Me, no make up, hair a bit windblown, and definitely a bit weary from the day.
We pass each other. The beauty about teenagers is that maybe they lack for diplomatic skills we learn as adults. To quote
First boy : “Now thats what I call a she-man.”
Second boy : “What do you mean?”
First boy : “The fact that she’s so butch that she could almost be a man.”
I just smiled, and laughed as I walked down the road, and went indoors. Seemingly I might be butch, but clearly I pass as a woman all the same, albeit one he clearly didnt fiund attractive. Question is, which should I take more from, the fact that I should be flattered that he clearly thought I was a woman, or hurt that I’m clearly a very butch one lol?
Oh, the video, I so want Roger Taylor’s wig, or by some miracle, my hair looking as good as that. John Deacon’s slippers are quite cute too. So if anyone is looking for Christmas items for me…mind, the wig would have to be a decent quality one, I’d want to wear it outside as well as in!
Thanks to Amy for reminding me about this video in the first place, a posting of hers on Facebook.