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December 10, 2016

10 12 16

Filed under: chinks — Tags: — Trefor Davies @ 3:53 pm

Titanic flotsam

It is 13.04 on Saturday 10th December in the year 2016 of the common Era. The train was supposed to depart at 13.03 and in fact is leaving the station right now. As I speak, metaphorically speaking. My Bose phones are on and I’m starting off with Hotel California. Feels right.

I’m going to take my time with this post. Probably jump about a little. The last three days and two nights have been one of those wonderfully memorable times.

Worth starting on Friday morning when we went to the V & A museum to see a wonderful temporary exhibition called “You Say You Want a Revolution? Records and Rebels 1966 – 1970”. Recommended by one of Joe’s lecturers. What a recommendation. Hugely inspiring. Made me want to step up the pace of “doing stuff”. In one sense I’m sorry I left it until my late forties to start going public with my creative writing. You are at your most creative when you are younger.  On the other hand there’s no point in worrying about it. Get on with it.

Hannah described this exhibition as the best she has ever seen. I have to agree with her. I’m quite impressed with Hannah. Whenever we have been somewhere and gone to a museum she has always taken a great interest in what’s on display. That’s when you realise that the child you have reared is no longer a child but an adult with a brain and her own ideas on things. I realised this when she and I visited the Louvre during our flat hunting expedition to Paris two years ago.

If you can get to this exhibition you have to go. Especially if you were around in the sixties. My first time in the V&A and will not be the last. We had a nice family get together there with most of the Lincoln Davieses, John not coming down until the afternoon, Ann and Sue and Terry. After the exhibition I bought two badges to sew onto my denim jacket. I never wear the denim jacket but I’m going to have to now. It’s the only one “I” can sew the badges on to. One of them was a Beatles Rubber Soul badge.

Afterwards we had a drink and a bit in the cafe at the museum and sat outside in the courtyard. The weather was unusually warm. I was overdressed in my Black Yak fleece hoodie. The Piccadilly line was suffering “severe delays” dues to some maintenance work. This also resulted in overcrowding normally only seen in rush hour during the week. Not great considering I was dressed for Artic weather. We got off one stop early at Green park and walked along Piccadilly to Fortnum and Masons for an ice cream at the Parlour.

Fortunately I had booked. It was heaving. I had not been to F&M before either. A day of firsts. We had some great ice cream sundaes. I had a banana split. My face. Didn’t see the point of having anything else when your fave is so good.

Before I forget there is an American girl sharing the table with us on the train. When she sat down she announced that she had just ”been dumped” 10 minutes before getting on the train. Another chink in the curtains of life.

After the Parlour we all went our own ways and Hannah and I wandered around the shop for a bit before heading back to the Waldorf for a rest. Tom Joe and Anne got there at the same time and we crammed into our room. Not sure I’ve mentioned but it was my 55th birthday and there were presents and cards to open. The kids got me a copy of the Guardian newspaper from the day of my birth. 9th December 1961. Scanned it for an announcement of that fact but I guess it came too late to make the earlier editions.

The train is passing dull, winter coloured fields with hundreds of birds on the telegraph wires. Waiting to head South one assumes although surely this is a little late to be migrating. Maybe it’s just a crowd of birds hanging out in a field on a Saturday afternoon.

Let’s head back to Thursday night. Worra fantastic party. This was the 7th ‘trefbash’ in a row and another huge hit. The theme this year was What I was wearing when the Titanic went down. See the Google Album for pics and vids. Those that turned up in business suits were given kids inflatable rubber rings to wear. We went through 50 bottles of Laurent Perrier champagne and the bar bill was the usual “longer than the height of a human” impressive print out.

Apparently I was quite well oiled although I suspect most in attendance were in that condition. Joe brought his trumpet along and joined in with the band for a couple of sets. He was great and very much held his own. Got a lot of positive comments. He went off to Ronnie Scott’s with the band afterwards. Home after kicking out time which I suspect is 2am. We Ubered it back to the hotel at around 1am. Could have walked but didn’t feel inclined to mess about at that time of night, especially with my buoyancy aid in tow. Google album here including videos.

Breakfast with Manuel the next day. Discussed a bit of business for next year. Was a slightly sluggish start to the day but I was ok. Taxied between hotels – we moved from the Doubletree to the Waldorf. Left the gear with the concierge and headed to South Ken to meet the gang.

We finished the trip with a few drinks at the Waldorf before heading off to Cafe Pacifico. Ajax and Sue and Simon Forshaw and Nicky were off to China Town. We tentatively arranged to finish the night off at the American Bar at the Savoy but Anne and I didn’t make it. We didn’t hear from the others so I suspect they didn’t make it either. The story from Cafe Pacifico was 4 jugs of Margaritas. We had only intended to have three but when I asked the waitress for another glass for Joe she brought another jug! We also ended up with one bucket of Corona (6 bots) too many as I ordered another without realising that we already had one on the floor that was untouched. Was a bit of a struggle to finish them all but hey…

This morning we had breakfast at the Waldorf. Was a little cramped for space but the food was a notch up from the Double tree. A walk around Covent Garden, a lounge around in armchairs back at the hotel and now here we are on the train headed Nowf.

15,53 Sat in front of the fire with a cup of tea aaaahhhhh.

Birthday day out pics here.

December 8, 2016

Today is London

Filed under: chinks — Tags: — Trefor Davies @ 2:51 pm

Partay time

All go this morning. Complicated logistics. John off to school but can’t find his oyster card. Needs three different bags. School bag, an overnighter for staying at Finn’s tonight together with outfit for school Christmas Concert and a bag for bringing to London. Taxi is picking him up from school at 13.50 tomorrow afternoon to take him to station via our house (drop off and pick up bags).

We set off for Newark a little later than ideal so I get worried about whether I’ve left enough contingency time. Roadworks in Newark and full carparks at the station. Only just squeeze into a spot about as far from the station as you can get. Do get to the platform with time to spare and train is 4 mins late.

London is gridlocked. Roadworks building cycle lanes causing chaos. Credit card doesn’t work either in taxi or at hotel – I find out later it’s been accidentally cancelled. I pay cash for the taxi and use my amex in the hotel.

Central Line is rammed and I am dressed for the Artic winter. At some point i am unable to reach a handrail so flowing with the crowd. I can’t see the tube map from where I am stood so also not sure which station to get off at. I end up getting off at Bank and walking the rest of the way.

The Gamma offices are comfortable and I treat myself to an espresso because there is a conveniently placed machine. The workshop begins.

At this point I should tell you what lies ahead for the rest of the day. It’s the LONAP Christmas party, formerly known as trefbash. The theme this year is What I was wearing when the Titanic went down. I have tails and a life jacket. I’m sure there will be plenty of good photos to share tomorrow. There is zero chance of an update after the workshop. I have ordered 50 bottles of champagne. This party is always a humdinger. We have a dance band and a 5 course meal (see yesterday’s post).

In other news watched the Ipcress File last night. My name is Harry Palmer. It’s a classic. Had sausage chips and peas for dinner accompanied by a couple of glasses of wine. Just warming up.

Weather in London is dreadful. Anne is meeting Joe at the hotel and doing stuff around Covent Garden. Tom is joining them later. Hannah can’t make the bash as she has her own “office move” party at Colt. Hopefully she can come along after that. Ajax and Sue are having lunch at the Ivy – they are coming tonight and it’s Sue’s birthday (mine tomorrow). Adie and Zara were aiming to hook up with the Forshaws and Hoolie will be in a pub somewhere.

The workshop is scheduled to finish at 4 but will probably finish earlier than that.

btw picked the featured image up off the web somewhere. No idea where so can’t attribute but I imagine it’s out of copyright by now.

December 7, 2016

group hug

Filed under: ideas — Trefor Davies @ 8:23 pm

by philosopheroNtap

This is an online group hug for people who want to get things off their chests and/or have a hug with others. It’s a lot more sterile than an actual physical hug but better than sitting alone in the darkness…
Come along and get sympathy from others on Facebook.

fancy dress

Filed under: chinks — Tags: — Trefor Davies @ 1:32 pm

wescot and tails

Picking up my fancy dress this morning. Tails. Then lunch with Jackie and Paul Gordon who are swinging by with some bottles from their vineyard in California. I worked with Jackie in my first job at MEDL. Then lunch at the Wig and Mitre. Also have to pack for London tomorrow. Two days of partying. Actually quite a lot to do – bit of work too.

Last night’s loaf turned out a little dense. This doesn’t matter so much. I recall that at university in Bangor I used to buy a dense wholemeal loaf. Couple of slices were a meal. This morning I thinly sliced the bread for my bacon sandwich. A lot easier with a denser loaf as is the spreading of butter, especially at this time of year.

We have 155 folk signed up for tomorrow’s Christmas bash. This isn’t quite as much as at the peak where I think there may have been over 200 but it is still a good crowd. People flying in from France, Holland, USA and Sweden. Not bad. Bit of a bop. I’ve ordered 50 bottles of champagne. Menu is based on that in the First Class Salon on the Titanic on the night it sank:

The First Course
Mock turtle Soup, served in a Shot glass

The Second Course
Cold Poached Dressed Salmon, Garnished with Cucumbers & Salmon Caviar

The Third Course
Seared Scotch Sirloin Steak, Pink Peppercorn Sauce, Garnished with Foie Gras

The Fourth Course
Woodland Mushroom & Ale Vol au Vont

The Fifth Course
Truffle Oil Roasted Chicken Lyonnaise, White Wine and Parsley Cream Sauce

Legumes
Pomme Parmentier & Rosemary
Vichy Carrots
Petit Pois a la Francais

The Titanic menu was ten courses. Wouldn’t have made for easy swimming would it? I suspect these are only small courses but it is a bit of fun and there is something for everyone.

Jackie called to say they were running late and would have to swing by next week. Also fancy dress lady rang – the waistcoat dropped off the hanger and she still has it! Will have to pick it up en route tomorrow. At least I will be skipping the boozy lunch which rescues the afternoon. May pop out for early doors.

The featured image is one I took whilst waiting for John to meet me after his sax lesson. Down the side of Lincoln Cathedral. Innit.

December 6, 2016

15 words

Filed under: ideas — Trefor Davies @ 4:27 pm

beginning with S

Silicon

Silicone

Sicilian

Skeptical

Serene

Sausalito

Sincere

Situation

Sarong

Sweets

Senility

Sumptuous

Sliced

Sensual

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Filed under: ideas — Trefor Davies @ 8:15 am

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Freezing fog

Filed under: chinks — Tags: — Trefor Davies @ 6:15 am

and a Lincoln City win

The big, community uniting, sporting exciting news is that Lincoln City beat Oldham Athletic 3 – 2 in the 2nd round of the FA Cup. They were leading 3 – 0 but Oldham improved in the second half and it was a tense final 30 minutes. John went with some pals. I thought about it but it was a freezing cold evening. 7,012 people did go including a handful of Oldham fans who rattled around in the Stacey West stand. When the side does well it really lifts everyone. Things are going well for Lincoln this season. It’s been a few years wince they were demoted from the football league (see a night of deep reflection) and time the club returned to the fourth division:)

A freezing fog descended on the pitch towards the end and at times it was hard to see what was going on. Now, at 5am, that freezing fog is lying heavily over Lincoln. Normally we can see the lights of Lincoln prison from our back window but not tonight/this morning. I feel for the homeless out there in the alleyways and am thankful that we have a nice warm home to return to.

It wasn’t a particularly early night for me last night but I am awake well before dawn again. Not that dawn is early at this time of year. 8.01am google tells me. Lying in bed I figure I might as well get up and do stuff. Looking up I notice that one light in the fitting in the TV room is brighter than the other two. Fwiw.

Had my annual checkup at the GP surgery yesterday. Very pleasant and chatty practice nurse. Half worried that the extremely boozy weekend would have an effect on the checkup but nothing to report other than I still need to lose weight. Probably wouldn’t tell you anyway:) I did lose 10kg in the run up to the coast to coast but such is my lifestyle (conferences, dinners etc) that it all went back on again. One day…

It’s interesting to sit here typing in a room with the curtains drawn. All I see is the inside of the room. Ok there is stuff to see in the room but it is all very constrained and anything you read here largely (light bulbs excepting) dependent on the imagination. Ideally I suppose the room should have bare with walls and one reasonably comfortable chair. Walls don’t have to be white but definitely neutral coloured. Maybe I’ll try it. It’s another idea for a ph1losopherontap event together with the “picture says a thousand words” and the session night. Not sure where I’ll find a room with bare walls and just one chair to sit on (in?).

This room is full of books. Around 450 of them. All the fiction. Other rooms have poetry and plays, history and Anne’s dad Keith’s collection that includes his railway books. The room also contains three cupboards. One with dvds that we never watch, one with mostly photos and the other where the miscellany of stationery items and files are stored. There is also a laser printer on the table underneath the wall mounted TV, a small filing cabinet with small lamp, a small “bedside” table on which stands a ECT phone and a lamp, a standard lamp, a built in desk (wide shelf really) a comfortable L shaped settee with pouffe and a two seater settee, small cream coloured clock, smoke alarm, waste paper bin, paper rack and a stand alone set of dolphins that my sister Ann brought back from New Zealand many years ago. The wall is adorned with 18 or so family photos a print of some reddy pink flowers and a vertical arrangement of wooden letters spelling RELAX. I’ve not considered whether RELAX is an anagram of anything useful. You can try it yourself if you like.

Getting peckish now but we have no bread for toast. Got carried away with the football last night and didn’t get around to making a loaf. Won’t do me any harm I suppose. We have cereal. Weetabix and fruit and fibre. I’ll light the fire again and the hearth will be a good place for the dough to rise this morning. I’ve just got a few bits and bobs to do this morning. I quite like fruit and fibre. It has chewy bits.

It’s now 6.10. That’s roughly 730 words in 70 minutes. 10 wordsish a minute. Dunno if that is good or not. I guess sometimes they rattle out of the brain, as fast as I can type them and other times not.

Time to make the tea.

… 

The kitchen was pitch black except for the light of the clock on the microwave. 

December 5, 2016

Slow walk

Filed under: chinks — Trefor Davies @ 6:47 pm

downtown

This afternoon I walked slowly into town. I had plenty of time and there was no reason to hurry. A girl, a young woman, walked past me and soon disappeared around the corner ahead.

The age of this girl was immaterial. She could have been eighty and would still probably have walked faster than me. I have come to accept this. It is no longer a problem. Never was really. More a bemusement.

Later I walked slowly back up the hill. Did not stop for breath. Paced it. Anne and John had already returned from the school run when I got home. We had a cup of tea.

The man from Tesco

Filed under: chinks — Trefor Davies @ 6:34 pm

with no name

He was sat in the cafe at Waterstones bookshop. I first saw him at the YMCA in January 1984 when I moved to Lincoln from Bangor. My first job, at Marconi Electronic Devices Ltd. I remember that he had a scooter or moped and once saw him clutching a letter saying “Yipee I’m going to see my mate in Liverpool”. Have seen him around off and on over the years. He works at Tesco on Wragby Road. He might not remember me but for some reason that Yipee has stuck in my memory for thirty two years. A woman joined him at the table. I had never given a thought to whether he was married or indeed had any friends. Presumably Monday is one of his days off, assuming he is still working. I haven’t noticed but will look out for him at the store. He will be knocking on a bit now. I never found out his name. No reason to find out. Good luck to you man with no name.

weathervane

Filed under: the art gallery,thoughts — Trefor Davies @ 5:26 pm

the North East wind blows

Chill descends over city. Wind from the North East. Norway. Siberia maybe. Sideways glance into alleyway.  Homeless man huddles. Dirty sleeping bag.

Wind direction for him not good.

Did not stop. Climbed hill home. More coal on fire.

What is wrong with world?

Death of a man

Filed under: thoughts — Trefor Davies @ 5:08 pm

Gaia accepts returns

I found out recently that someone who lived nearby had died a few months ago. I had not noticed the passing of this person. I doubt that he will be missed by many if anyone, other than perhaps his wife. Another leaf fallen from the tree of life and reclaimed by Gaia.

kindling

Filed under: the art gallery — Trefor Davies @ 12:36 pm

firewood

decay

Filed under: chinks — Tags: — Trefor Davies @ 10:18 am

apple cycle spins

Alarm has just gone off at 6.15 am. I’m taking Joe and Charlotte to the station. In my pyjamas. Just with my new Black Yak hoodie for warmth. Obviously I’m assuming the car doesn’t break down en route. Joe decided he would stick some bacon on before going so now I’m sat in the TV room waiting.

Went to bed early last night because I was snoring away on the settee during Planet Earth II. I’d not long got back from lunch at The Taphouse and Kitchen. Had an excellent roast beef with trimmings, fair play. Nice and rare in the middle. Also had two pints of Timothy Taylor landlord, a pale ale, red wine, gin and tonic and champagne before trundling home through a Christmas market that was in the process of being dismantled.

Hard frost on the car this morning. Dropped the kids off at the station and went back to bed with a cup of tea. At ten to eight my phone buzzed and told me I had  a conference call at 8am. W00t! Ah well some things just have to be done. I’ve now consumed a bacon sandwich and am sat tapping away. Slow start to the morning. There are jobs: move Stella Artois fridge from kitchen, take glasses back to Tesco, pick up parcel from Firth Road depot, send glasses to Joe in Nukassle – left them behind this morning. Stuff like that. Will also light the fire again. We have the fuel.

Big week this week. On Wednesday we have Jackie Gordon and her husband Paul swinging by to deliver some wine from their vineyard in California. I used to work with Jackie in Product Engineering at MEDL. Thursday it’s the LONAP Christmas Party at the Phoenix Artist Club. Then it’s my birthday day out in London on the Friday. Back Saturday afternoon.

Someone btw has nicked my toothbrush. It’s a good job I’m going to Tesco this morning innit. I’m now showered and sat by a roaring fire. Just what is needed on a cold day like this. It’s currently 1℃ outside with a promise of a high of 4℃ at around 2pm. Dress up warm everyone. A log has just shifted. Living fire.It’s no different to a person changing as they grow old.

Just had a spam call. These calls are initiated by machines and a real person picks it up if the phone is answered. I’ve taken to picking the phone up and saying something straight away such as yo or yup. Usually this is before the human has engaged at the other end. Then I typically hear silence and they as often as not hang up themselves.

Featured image, which i think has turned out well, is “decay” on one of our trees. A piece of glowing ember falls out of the fire.

Posted the specs to Newcastle – large queue at the PO. Picked up two parcels from Firth Road sorting office. Only two people in front of me in the queue. Traffic was terrible in town. These city centre roadworks are causing chaos. It’s a lot easier to drive downtown as long as you haven’t got stuff to carry back. Front room is nice and warm since I lit the fire.

December 4, 2016

carols

Filed under: fusion — Trefor Davies @ 12:08 pm

music history poetry imagery

live at the

Filed under: chinks — Tags: — Trefor Davies @ 11:19 am

Wragby Road Bowl

Must be said I think that last night’s Davies Christmas Market Party was the best to date which is saying something after 26 or so years. We had a good crowd of mostly regulars but with a few new faces to swell the ranks. Some folks cried off with manfly and simlar which is only to be expected at this time of year.

This was the first year the event was live broadcast, on Facebook. This had mixed results largely due to the difficulty of placing the camera in a decent position combined with the fact that Facebook live only works in portrait on Android phones.

We had two carol singing sessions with some excellent descant from the ladies present. There was also some wonderful jazz with Colin Dudman on the keys, Joe on horn and John on Sax. As a parent it gets you very emulsional to see two of your kids up there playing some fantastic music. They all got massive cheers. Finally we finished off with a short acoustic set by the Pylons which everyone really appreciated.

We had a very amusing start to the carol singing. Barney, the Pylons’ lead singer whose dad is a vicar, agreed to sing the first verse of Once in Royal David’s City. Unfortunately he sang it to the tune of Hark The Herald. We only realised at the end and had to start again:)

We got rid of the final lot at around 2am when a taxi arrived for Nige, Terry and Jenny. That’s the latest finish for a long time.

This morning I cleared out the grate, scrunched up some paper and stuck in some kindling newly fetched from the woodpile at the bottom of the garden and the fire lit in seconds without the need for matches. Yesterday’s hot ashes did the trick.

This morning has been mostly about sticking stuff in the dishwasher. I’ve had a fry up and Tom and I are now sat in front of a blazing log fire chillin a bit and typing stuff.

Today we start all over again. I’m meeting Terry in the Strugs at around 1pm before a 2pm lunchtime booking at the Taphouse And Kitchen. Looking forward to it.

10.45 am and  everyone has been seen except for John. Joe is playing some choons on the piano. Autumn Leaves, Have yourselves a Merry Little Christmas. Hannah is looking for a lift into town but there are no offers. It would take one of us the same amount to time to drop her off and come back as it would for her to walk in.

11.15. All the settees around the fireplace in the front room are now occupied and I even heard the word “John” coming from the kitch. We must all be up.

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