#2. Traditional Hen Roast, seasonal vegetables and bistro/oxo gravy.
Future photos of my Culinary Creations (if I can call them that) will now only appear daily on my Dixys Diner page so you’re welcome to pop in each evening to see what I’m murdering if you like looking at basic nosh. Thanks for dribbling X
Recently my wife broke her leg, quite badly, and has had her whole leg plastered for the next three months. As a result I naturally have stepped up to the plate as Chief Auxilliary which is a posh name for doing the necessaries. One of those necessaries is to cook the meals which sounds easy enough to most people but for a non-chef like me that’s a pretty daunting task. So for the next three months I’ve decided to record my efforts photographically and have opened a new page specially. My first meal, Pesto Chicken, is posted today. If you want to check in daily to see the culinary creations of a non-chef you’re very welcome. Just click on the page X Alan
I had a couple of messages asking if I would put a few of my music tracks back on the site again so they could be downloaded. I’m happy to oblige so have put a music player on the blog pages (to the right of this post or at the bottom of this page) with about seven tracks; readers are welcome to just listen to the music if they choose to or download tracks free by clicking (right) on the track and saving it to your computer.
All tracks are my own and all are MP3. I do have many more but they are not yet MP3 – I have to convert them from other formats e.g. WMA. Hope you enjoy these few. I’ll be taking the music player back off the site after a week. Alan 🙂
PS Sorry the tracks aren’t properly named yet so just for now:
Track 1 – Always the Clown (Autobiographical)
Track 2 – Elegance the Lady
Track 3 – Through the eyes of a child (For children everywhere)
Track 4 – Rhapsody in Red (40 years)
Track 5 – Xanders Theme (Instrumental piano for my grandson)
Track 6 – Endless Days (From my Journeys End exhibition – see page) Live Rock/Blues
Track 7 – Goa my heart, Goa my soul (Memories of Indoa 2007-9)
Today I took my little granddaughter out shopping for the day to spend her birthday money and to do lunch but what was probably far more important was for us both to just spend time together; I still work full time and don’t get a lot of spare time so today was particularly nice.
Through the day we shopped till we dropped and ate with abandon before making our way home pausing only for a flock of sheep. It was when we had stopped the car for the sheep to pass she said “Grandad I don’t want today to end”.
“It won’t end sweetheart” I said “It’ll be in your memory for ever and ever so you can bring it out anytime you like (even in your dreams)”.
(Above) In the car wash with Mowgli
(Above A star purchase. Alfie her new bear)
(Above. Lunchtime playing with little purchases)
(Above in Tesco Toys)
(Above in Clare’s Accessories)
“Grandad I don’t want today to end”
I’m sure I’m not the only one to start the new year off feeling unwell and so my thoughts are with everyone in that group right now. It’s very rare that I go down with bugs, colds and flu and so when I do I’m an absolutely dreadful patient to be avoided at all costs. I think that’s partly because by nature I’m very proactive and hate the idea of being limited against my will.
Readers will know I’m up to the neck editing some of my memoirs and had taken both my websites offline in order to focus for a couple of weeks to get that job done. Frustratingly I’ve put this site back on line just to explain that I’m at a standstill because of health reasons although I hope it’s not for too long – I can’t even stand my own company.
This morning, although I feel lousy, I’ll go into work for the morning because there’s things I need to do but then I’ll take the afternoon off and go to bed. I’m at the point I might even have to do what I never do and take some medicine too. But meanwhile to all Ye folks out there that are (anywhere as near) bugged out as I am you have my deepest sympathy. To everyone else, have a fabulous day X
I’m not really a massive television watcher but over the past few days I’ve found myself sort of watching it out of the corner of one eye, partly because I’m having a pause from writing and drawing – or rather I’m psyching up to starting up again, which usually means I like to get practical and do things that don’t require me to be creative. Chopping logs and sticks is a favourite – and at the moment I’m (sort of) sorting the kitchen out with a new sink and work tops.
What can’t escape my notice on the television is the number of adverts asking for donations to various causes and though I am a very generous man (and do donate handsomely and often to worthy causes) I find it quite shocking that literally dozens of charities commission and screen adverts (several times a day) that must cost hundreds of thousands of pounds (that could have gone to the causes?) to show on prime time television.
Perhaps it’s because I don’t watch a lot of television that I’ve noticed (what seems to me like) a saturation of adverts by these organisations, I don’t know, but during the course of two days I was starting (sadly) to feel totally cynical and desensitised. To give a small idea of the volume of ads screened the following were just a few of the dozens shown during those two days:
* sponsoragirl.org £3 month
* WaterAid.org £2 month
* Cancer Research UK Please donate
* Guide dogs £1 week
* Sponsoradog.org £1 week
* UNICEF £3 for a hat or blanket
* Oxfam £3 month
I’ll always give handsomely to worthy causes; people who know me personally know that very well. The NSPCC have been my regular direct debit for at least 20 years. But I don’t want the majority of my donation going on advertising or administration. To be honest I don’t want any of it going there. As well as my direct debit I’ll continue putting hard cash discreetly into the hand of someone who needs it so that I know they are getting all of it.
Yesterday was my first day back at work and after scraping the ice off my car I set off in minus 4.5 degrees on my 60 miles round trip. At some point during the day my remaining two colleagues (there used to be eight of us) shared that we will soon be called into head office (either next week or the week after) and that the prognosis for the organisations survival wasn’t good. Fortunately I do have another job where I work on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday but the future of that organisation is also unknown at this point until we find out whether our bid for continued funding has been successful and we won’t know that until March.
Against that winters backdrop of uncertain times I’m breezing (tentatively) into the new year cautiously optimistic, after all I’ve never been out of full-time permanent employment since I began work in September 1971; I’ve just begun my 46th year. But today is not 1971, it’s 2016 and long gone are the days when a job was for life or the length of someone’s service triggered a certain loyalty from their employer. Almost on a daily basis I’m checking out job opportunities though more and more get the feeling I need to start thinking outside the box. One of the jobs I do is to support young people (16-25) into employment by helping them develop employability skills; it seems almost surreal (obscene even) that I may be in competition with them myself before long for whatever meeky-morky morsel of a job is available though I sincerely hope I’m not. Either way, into a precarious 2017 it is then…