Contains adult themes and material that some people may find offensive.
Date: Monday 3rd August 2020
Quarantine: Day
Location: Wales
Specifically: Bridge Farm, Northfield
I do a quick search of how often one should upload blog posts and how long they should be. Turns put theres no definitive answer to the first part it depends whether you've got something worth saying or not. Having said that, reading between the lines, it would appear that 3-4 posts per week is enough.
Length is more definitive with about 7 minutes reading time being recommended. I'm currently editing a number of posts that have had to be put to one side for one reason and another - sometimes they are well over 7 minutes but in many cases they aren't.
I ask myself what I can do to improve them - what material I could add that would extend the reading time (and I do mean quality not waffle)? Something I need to get my head round and nothing I'm going to bother my readers with. One thought did occur to me though - something my mother used to say "don’t ever be backward in coming forward".
Bearing this in mind I realise there is so much more I could do if I could just push myself a little bit harder. Take the Man-Kat sure I got photographs but where are the internal shots - they gave me a guided tour for goodness sake! Why didn't I ask them if they could lower the buggy - it's on a hydraulic ramp! it was probably only a button press to lower it to the ground wjy didn’t I ask if I could sit in the drivers seat and get one of them to take a photo why didn’t I ask Hugh if he would wave as he was leaving, it would have made a better picture than just one of him sat in the cab.
I could apply this logic to so many things. I never used to be this way in fact I was very much the opposite. When I was around 10 years old my dad had a part time job at a golf club. He worked behind the bar and did a bit of cellar work that sort of thing. One day he came home to say the manager had sacked him. I have no idea why he sacked him or even whether there was justification for him doing so. I didn't wait to find out I came out of the house marched down the street and caught a bus to the golf club I walked up to the bar and demanded (yes I demanded) to see the landlord. I confronted him the moment he appeared and told him what I thought of him sacking my dad.
I thought no more about it until my dad went to collect his last wage packet (yes they had packets in those days small buff looking envelopes with holes in them as though the notes within them needed to breathe lest they die from lack of oxygen - not a chance!) the landlord said to him "he's got some guts that lad of yours"I've always been the same - someone has a go at me and I wouldn't say boo to them someone has a go at one of my friends and they get a piece of my mind.
TOYAH
I also tend to go to extremes there are times when I just hide in the background and say nothing keeping a low even timid orofile sometimes not even being brave enough to take a photo at other times I will dinthings that others would ever dresm of doing. Couple of years ago I went to see Toyah Wilcox in Derby i knrw she was big on gay rights n wanted to get her i to school for a Q n A I went straight into the stage area to find her dressung room to ask her about coning i to our school. Unfortunately the bouncers carught me about ten yards away from her dressing room and I was escorted out. I think they were quite impressed though - they took me to the bar and wished me an enjoyable evening. There was a bit of a bonus in that duri g the neet and greet session a guy eanted a ohoto with Toyah since I was stood nearby Toyah shouted “Dave” (She remembered my name from when I asked for an autographed CD earlier) “woukd you mind taking a photo of me with this guy” That did sort of make my day!!!
I learned something else. She said if you get an idea you should write it down immediately. Don't leave it. Don't tell yourself you'll go back to it and don't kid yourself that you'll remember it - you won't. Funny but I've heard that phrase so many times - but it's goes in one ear and out the other. But a certain person says it and it takes on a new significance.
Mental note!! Push myself more.
RANT ALERT!
Well really!! I've just about had it with all this lockdown shit. First of all we hear lots of nice reports about the environment having a chance to heal, people putting relationships before technology and people showing consideration towards others. What bollox!! I go shopping this morning - Morrisons in Ellesmere. Park Hymie up where he can enjoy the sun without getting too hot, put on my regulation face mask (I might rob a bank this afternoon if it’s nice) and set off.
First thing I see! This f***ing thing ‘Parent & Toddler Parking’. Simple enough yeah? Parking spots are designated for parents and toddlers. But just to make sure and out of consideration for the pathologically stupid Morrisons have even painted large stick figures of a parent and toddler right onto the bloody floor.
Yet look at what’s happened! A number of selfish, pig ignorant motorists have only gone and shoved their cars into the space!! Swines!! Taking advantage of little kids and their moms or dads. Depriving them of their own little piece of space. As far as I’m concerned these so called motorists should be thrown into a refuse container and left overnight.
I mean come on - theres no margin for error is there? I’ve no idea why a parent and toddler would want to stand on a patch of tarmac for an hour or so but that's not the point is it?
Selfish b******s!
SPINNING THROUGH TIME
I am beginning to think I have moved Hymie into some sort of war zone. First there was the Man-Kat thundering over the grass and sinking a few inches into the ground now I can hear another almighty roar - and I know the farm doesn't have any lions or tigers. Problem solved! Sean comes into view! He's riding the time machine (or the trike whichever you want to call it). It is the first time I have ever seen it in action - as in being ridden that is (I did see it fired up at the Cogwarts Steampunk weekend in Llangollen a couple of years ago but it remained stationary (unless it was going backwards and forwards through time and I hadn't noticed).
He pulls up alongside Hymie. Hymie looks rather startled at the strange machine outside but says nothing waiting for me to do something. I do! I rush outside where Sean offers to let me go for a ride on it (with Sean at the handlebars that is!). I jump on, Sean speeds off and the experience is exhilarating. I don't say anything but it's also bloody terrifying as well! Because it feels like I'm going to flying off any second and go cartwheeling across the fields. It's out in the open for a while as it needs some work doing before being sent for its MOT. Sean is going to a steampunk event over the weekend and the machine will be on display. He offers to show me how to ride it - I decide against it. If I cause any damage I really will be in the dodo doodoo (ooh I invented a backing vocal!) .
I ask Sean if he's leaving the vehicle out for a while. I want to take a few photos while it's in good light (it's normally kept in darkened shed). He goes one better and says "I can park it outside your front door if you want" I refuse and tell him to bollox - I don't need any more crap littering up my view.
Yeah right - like I would really say that! I said that would be absolutely brilliant. With that he he drove up to Hymie - of course I get another ride out of it because it would be a shame to make me walk 200 yards back to base! Here's one of the photos I took. I'll put the rest on the photos page shortly.
Goodnight everyone.
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