Posted in 1970s, Events dear boy. Events, Music at 8:28 pm on 22 October 2014
Sad to hear that the man who really played the signature saxophone solo of the 1970s, Raphael Ravenscroft, has died.
Apparently he wasn’t satisfied with his famous contribution to Gerry Rafferty’s Baker Street. “I’m irritated because it’s out of tune,” he said. “Yeah, it’s flat. By enough of a degree that it irritates me at best.”
Judge for yourselves.
Gerry Rafferty: Baker Street
Raphael Ravenscroft, 4/6/1954 – 19/10/2014. So it goes.
Posted in Kirkcaldy, Linguistic Annoyances at 12:00 pm on 22 October 2014
I took the photo below well before our trip to The Netherlands. It’s of a poster advertising a production of Sunset Song at the Adam Smith Theatre, Kirkcaldy.
Spot the spelling mistake.
I notice the “schools £9 age 12+” concession rate. I hope that in future exams none of the scholars attribute the book incorrectly.
Posted in Read Scotland 2014, Reading Reviewed, Scottish Fiction at 12:00 pm on 21 October 2014
Constable & Co Ltd, 1939 500 p.
Naomi Mitchison has an extensive bibliography. Some of her output dealt with Scottish themes, others with sexuality. Blood of the Martyrs is a historical novel set in Imperial Rome during the reign of Nero.
The first eight chapters relate the life histories of the members of the small Christian group whose story the book tells. Thereafter most of the novel takes place in the household of Senator Flavius Crispus, where Beric, a Briton, son of King Caradoc (Caratacus,) is treated as one of the family. He is not a Roman citizen, however, and is effectively being trained up for a return to Britain to help maintain Roman rule. His infatuation with Crispus’s daughter Flavia spitefully spurned by that spoilt young woman, he falls in with the Christians among the house’s slaves. As we are in the run-up to the Great Fire, things are obviously not going to turn out especially well. In passing we meet Paul of Tarsus, imprisoned in the Mamertine jail, and Luke, designated here a provincial doctor. We also matter-of-factly encounter the harshness of life in those days for all but the pampered rich – and even they were not secure from imperial displeasure.
The discussions among Crispus’s Senator friends – the Empire was built on money and the need to avoid Carthage making it, but that was also the Republic’s ruination – their political intrigue, the imperial dynamic which insists on enemies, the attraction of early Christianity for the downtrodden, are all well-handled. The book flows easily, the discussions of doctrine are not abstruse – a rich man couldn’t stay so as a Christian; if he lived like one as he wouldn’t want to keep his wealth – and at one point a character observes that Paul’s epistolic suggestions to a particular Church over a particular problem will one day be taken as a general rule. (each Church here is described as having its own autonomy and is run by a deacon, male or female according to who is most respected,) another fears that the rich and powerful might try to co-opt the Churches.
The novel is very easy to read and appears to be well researched. There are however several mentions of fireworks – generally considered to be a later Chinese invention. Others for pedant’s corner: there was an “Aren’t I?” – I doubt Romans spoke so ungrammatically – a “sunk,” “less” rights, by and bye (my dictionary has that without the e,) smoothe (ditto: says it’s rare) and “you’d have woke up that morning.” Interestingly, Mitchison deploys the word ruthful and the phrase “you usen’t to be interested in such things.”
Posted in Scottish Football Grounds at 12:00 pm on 20 October 2014
Home of Hibernian FC.
I took these at the League Cup game in August, not the 0-0 last week.
From the access road:-
Main Stand Exterior:-
South Stand Exterior:-
The teams at kick off. You can just about see the hoops on the front of the Sons strip on a couple of our players. It’s a particularly horrible shade of green Hibs are wearing this season. And no white sleeves. Poor show.
Posted in Dumbarton FC at 12:00 pm on 19 October 2014
SPFL Tier 2, Tynecastle Stadium, 18/10/14
A curious one this. Hearts were clearly the better team – the best I’ve seen against us in years, just shading Aberdeen in the cup last season – but we didn’t deserve to lose five. On the other hand we did little in the way of attacking in the first half. Andy Graham made the Hearts keeper make a save but that was about it. We definitely miss the Chrisses, Turner and Kane.
We allowed too many crosses in and the first goal came from one of them. The penalty was a penalty. I thought Scott Linton would get to the ball but the attacker was quicker. Danny Rogers touched the ball but he was unlikely to save two inside a week. He had made a great save at 1-0 though.
Second half we came out more brightly and should have had a penalty ourselves when Mark Gilhaney was tripped in the box. For their third we back-pedalled instead of closing down and the guy tucked it away.
Garry Fleming’s goal came when Colin Rhyming Slang headered a corner back across goal from a corner and was finished very well.
Their fourth was from a corner and I was lamenting the fact that we had all eleven men within twenty five yards of our goal. Leave two up and they have to leave three back.
The last was another on the counter immediately after one of their defenders had made a block and dragged the ball with his hand; so we should have had a foul.
Still, I came away thinking we hadn’t played too badly, and not too down-hearted.
It’s a funny old game.
Posted in Eric Brown, Reading Reviewed, Science Fiction at 12:00 pm on 18 October 2014
Infinity Plus Books, 2014, 188 p.
This is a collection of four of Brown’s novella length works three of which have appeared previously.
Bartholomew Burns and the Brain Invaders is a steampunk story featuring Queen Victoria, Prince Albert, our eponymous hero Burns, mudlark Tommy Newton and a scene at the Great Exhibition. In it we have no less than three sets of aliens, one of which is about to invade Earth by taking over the brains of people in power. Put so baldly it seems daft, and in many ways it is, but it is effective as light entertainment. As Brown says in his introduction to the collection the background here is not as compelling as it might be but he has created scope for more adventures from Burns in the future where that deficiency, if it is one, can be remedied.
Guardians of the Phoenix was later expanded by Brown into a novel. This original version became roughly the third quarter of the novel and, to my mind, the story works better at this shorter length, being more tightly focused.
Sunworld is set on a constructed space habitat where the inhabitants have long forgotten their origin. Yarrek Merwell dreams of being an architect but his extremely religious parents force him into joining the Inquisition. His encounter with the Church’s head leads to revelations that overturn his ideas of himself and his place in the world. Yet again in a Brown story religion looms large.
The story original to this collection is Beneath the Ancient Sun but its setting – an Earth dried up, with little fresh water – could be that of Guardians of the Phoenix only many centuries further on. A handful of humans struggles to survive, eking out their meagre reserves of water and telling stories to inspire the youngsters. For his Initiation rite Par chooses to emulate the legendary journey of Old Old Old Marla to the high mountain peaks. His girlfriend Nohma and her former lover Kenda accompany him. This story and Guardians of the Phoenix are the most satisfactory of the four novellas here. The other two seem more sketchy, as if they required greater length to be fully effective. Brown has left plenty scope for that, though, if he decides to return to the scenarios.
Posted in 1960s, Friday On My Mind, Music, Prog Rock at 12:00 pm on 17 October 2014
A bit of proggy psychedelia. Just for a change.
This sounds a bit like Nirvana (the real Nirvana) but it’s a bit too fuzzy and fussy.
One of Shy Limbs’ members was a certain Greg Lake.
Shy Limbs: Reputation
Posted in Architecture, Trips at 12:00 pm on 16 October 2014
Groningen Railway Station is an architectural confection, superficially a bit like St Pancras. A Cathedral to steam.
This is its exterior from the ring road:-
It’s the interior that’s the gem though.
Apparently until quite recently all this lovely brickwork and decoration was covered up by plasterboard or something. When that was stripped off they discovered what they’d been missing. (There’s a couple of pigeons up there somewhere in these two photos.)
This is the cupola in the roof of the entrance hall:-
This is the vaulted roof in a side corridor!
And here is the stained glass in the windows round the entrance hall:-
More stained glass:-
Posted in Events dear boy. Events at 12:00 pm on 15 October 2014
At time of writing I do not know what sentence Oscar Pistorius has received for killing his girlfriend, Reeva Steenkamp. (My personal view is that only custody for a reasonably lengthy time would be sufficient punishment.)
My main bugbear though is the nature of his defence.
As I understand it he pleaded not guilty on the grounds that he thought he was shooting at a burglar.
So his defence against murder is that he was deliberately shooting someone?
How does that work?
Is it a tenet of South African law that you can freely shoot burglars? That notion strikes me as bizarre.
Posted in Architecture, Modern Architecture, Museums, Trips at 12:00 pm on 14 October 2014
First a word on pronunciation. You might think Groningen is enunciated as Grown-ing-en. It isn’t.
Since the letter g in Dutch (certainly at the start and end of a word) is pronounced more like the Scottish “ch” sound – as in loch – and the final n is not emphasised, the name actually sounds more like HHrrrown-ing-ih. (I assume Groninger – HHrrown-ing-er – is an adjectival form meaning “of Groningen.”)
Anyway the museum is one of those modern architecture buildings that seems to have bits sticking out everywhere. I liked it. It reminded me a bit of the Imperial War Museum North.
It’s prominent from the ring road.
We didn’t have enough time to go in as we were going on a boat trip round the canals that encircle the town centre. You can’t go to The Netherlands and not go on a canal. This is the museum from the boat jetty.
And this is from the canal as the boat comes back to its starting point. That colour scheme could make your eyes go funny.