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Friday, 28 February 2014
Our place in the universe.
This stunning NASA picture is taken from the surface of Mars, looking back at the Earth, our home.
If you put a finger in the middle of the top of the picture, another finger in the middle of the side - move them together so you get dead centre of the picture.
Then work from the dead centre towards the top left corner, and at about halfway (11 o'clock) you will see a small white dot. That's the Earth and the Moon shining in the sunlight of an early Martian morning.
Not such a big deal, are we?
Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
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Still family problems - hopefully to be sorted out soon, adventures are calling.
Thursday, 27 February 2014
Having a chat.
Spring flowers are popular so I've posted this - they are Téte á Téte narcissi, having a chat in the sun.
Spring is still a long way away, these flowers poke up early to get in before the real spring arrives.
Meanwhile my domestic crisis gets worse, so normal service is still postponed.
Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
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Wednesday, 26 February 2014
Spring in the air?
If you've read this Blog for any length of time, you'll have guessed that I've been having problems (family problems) for a while. Normal service to be resumed shortly.
Meanwhile, this is our front garden - my present to you.
It's not spring yet, but it's in the air and I am thirsting for it.
Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
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Tuesday, 25 February 2014
100 years and nothing learnt.
It’s the hundredth anniversary of the First World War (what
kind of monster called it ‘The Great War’?).
I’ve been getting increasingly
annoyed by assorted Imperialists and war mongers who have been glorifying and
celebrating this tragedy which murdered so many and ultimately gave us the
second world war as well.
I don’t think I am anymore capable of writing the kind of
historical critique that such a wasteful and pointless expression of mass
murder needs– I have battles of my own to fight.
But occasionally I may publish some of the songs and poetry
and a few biographies from that time just to show that there was another way of
looking at things.
Suicide in the Trenches (1917)
I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.
Neil Harris
(a don’t stop till you drop production)
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Monday, 24 February 2014
Wraysbury, cold and bright.
Saturday morning in Wraysbury, cold and bright
It's a perfect morning to take out your pony and trap. I don't know who this is, or anything about him.
But some of the people who ride these traps are travellers who have lived in this village as long as I have - and that's a long time.
This is an important part of their culture and they are rightly proud of it.
Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
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Sunday, 23 February 2014
When the drugs don't work anymore at The Hob; Truth About Vegas, The Harriots and Loose Lips.
I need to stop going to The Hobgoblin, this is now the third
classic Saturday night in a straight row. It can’t go on, I’m riding my luck.
Tonight?
I’ve found myself in the land of Skinny Jeans and Skinny Kids - this is indieworld.
It was a night of pure ‘Power Pop’ – of course they aren’t
going to like me saying that because all three bands would describe themselves
as ‘Power punk’.
You’ll have to forgive
this old punk for being a pain. Think ‘The Skids’, ‘The Motors’; think ‘New
Wave’ in general but with some gravel thrown in.
Truth about Vegas
“a young, new and exciting band on the London
music scene. Fusing pop punk with their distinctively energetic, yet melodic,
guitar driven sound they captivate any audience they play to”.
And that’s about right – it was thoughtful, clever stuff (all
their own) played well with bursts of really hard power.
At the time I was being the local drunk magnet – attracting
all the slurring, wobbling incoherents of Staines to came over and talk into
me. It’s a gift I have.
Also there was Vegas’s biggest ever fan shouting in my ear about
how good they were and then demanding that they play ‘Rock and Roll’.
They did and in fact, at the end of a hectic 7 day national tour, they
were back on their home ground and to be fair, they were good.
Loose Lips
Loose Lips are from Brighton and this is how they describe themselves;
“Brighton
has been churning out great bands throughout music history, it must be the sea
air, and now is no different. Welcome Loose Lips....
Consisting
of Jason Barker (Lead Vocals and Guitar), Ben Moore (Vocals and Bass) and Sam
Perkins (Vocals and Drums), Loose Lips are on the brink of breaking the music
mould and its easy to see why. With the cheek and confidence to make you sit up
and listen, then with the musical talent to back it all up Loose Lips are a
force to be reckoned with.
After
phenomenal response back from their debut EP release 'Cloud Your Thoughts' the
band are arguable one of the busiest groups out there. With countless supporting
shows to the likes of Futures and Don Broco also playing festivals throughout
the summer such as Redfest.
Loose Lips
are a refreshing change to the watered down cordial music that pollutes our
charts today.”
They put themselves in the “Punk Indie Rock” box.
Me?
I’d say less pop more gravel. Lots of power, plenty of
aggression. Lots of fun.
The Harriots
The Harriots are a four piece band from Feltham and according
to them they have a;
“a
sparkling energy that is missing from so many other bands around today. They
are here to prove that there is still a beating heart in Rock and Roll with a
set of songs, massive self-confidence and a youthful exuberance that no band
over the past few years can match. The band's influences take in the best from
British guitar music from The... Who through to The Jam and all the way up to
Oasis and Arctic Monkeys. The band blend these influences to come up with hugely
catchy sing-along tunes with what can be described as a very 'London' sound.”
I enjoyed them a lot – lots
of power, lots of energy – and then when their amplifier failed we had bit of a
sing-along to some classic covers.
Except that for me it was becoming quite an emotional night –
several people said hallo including someone who came up to say how I’d done
some ‘work’ for her Dad, which was very nice- I was in a little piece of Feltham
in Staines, that little grain of sand in the oyster.
Then, while the frantic attempts to save the amp were
failing, someone from the crowd joined the band
“Now the
drugs don't work
They just make you worse”
So, all in all that was a very special night for me down at
the Hob.
Neil Harris
(a don’t stop till you drop production)
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Saturday, 22 February 2014
Clearing up after Wraysbury flood.
I thought I’d take a walk around the flood area to see how
the cleanup is going. On Ouseley Road most of the houses are now clear of water
although not all;
Some flooded houses like this one were on the left side of
the road (downstream), most were on the right. More modern houses are raised
up, the older ones like ours are low lying and at greater risk
These come from Tyne and Wear and Humberside and we are very
grateful to them for coming down. The other day I posted a picture of a fire
engine from Derbyshire. I suspect they have been taking it in turns to come
down to help us for a few days before they are relieved by another area.
Next time someone like the Mayor of London wants to make more
cuts to the fire service, remember that when you need them they won’t be there.
There are removal vans taking people away – there’s a woman
sat on her doorstep talking on her mobile as her belongings are being loaded
into a lorry. There are lorries coming to pump sewage. There are two vans from
a company that offers de-humidifiers. There are three loss adjusters, looking
for business. There is a police presence to stop looting and everywhere the
sound of those pumps working.
I think tomorrow I’ll put up some before and after pictures.
Neil Harris
(a don’t stop till you drop production)
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Friday, 21 February 2014
Blue Thursday.
Thursday night which is when I should have been up in town
supporting comrades at a meeting, saw me stuck at home instead. Miserable.
By the time I’d got everything sorted out and in spite of
being ill, I headed to The Riverside Club in Staines for a special night of the
Blues – fitting really.
It was a very full house, not least because George’s fairly
slow, thoughtful blues is popular but also because this was a special night to
thank the flood volunteers and anyone from the services who helped.
This is George on the steel guitar – he also had a classic
steel’un which wasn’t shiny like this one.
It was classic blues too, played brilliantly and understated;
John Lee Hooker, Robert Johnson – you know the kind of thing. But also there
was J.J.Cale and Tom Waits and some Peter Green - a good mix for my blue
Thursday.
Friday and the sun is shining. For old times sake I’m going
to go round taking some pictures of the retreating waters.
Neil Harris
(a don’t stop till you drop production)
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Thursday, 20 February 2014
14000!
14000
Thanks
Thank you for ticking up 14000 page views for this little
Blog.
Some thousands, like this one have been easy because so many
people checked out the flood pictures. Normally it’s a painful struggle.
Here is why I do it – this is one of my poster’s from early
2013. That was such a tough spring
for me – I was ill, medication failing fast, being a carer and running a campaign. In fact I didn’t realise it at the time but
I was a lot rougher and tougher then than I am now.
As I discovered later, it was a ‘consultant’, who was
incompetent, not a junior Doctor.
St. Peter’s Accident and Emergency has recently appointed one
more consultant but it’s still understaffed.
The Blog Battles on!
I need your help!
I’ve started
a campaign to improve the level of staffing and competence at the Accident and
Emergency department at St Peter’s Hospital, Chertsey.
I had a bad
experience and I fear this is being repeated – people are at risk.
Check out my Blog; 2000 hits and still
hitting!
Helpmesortoutstpeters.blogspot.com
I had a blackout in the
summer – I have cancer and these things happen. In fact, I’d broken my ankle
but when the ambulance got me to St Peter’s Hospital, Chertsey, the doctors
were young and inexperienced; it was august bank holiday and there was no one
for them to ask. I was sent home with treatment for a sprain.
When I went back for my
appointment a week later it was a real emergency – an untreated displaced
fracture. I spent 6 days in hospital and needed two operations. I was very
lucky; the orthopaedics/trauma team’s hard work saved my leg.
Now, I’m rough and tough and
I was just about able to cope. If you’re 80 years old and frail you can’t. St
Peter’s is sending people home without proper treatment and some are going home
to die
• There are only 4 Accident and Emergency
consultants for 90,000 patients a year.
• Operations, holidays and sickness mean
that 4 consultants are not enough; sometimes a junior just won’t do.
• Last year complaints against A and E rose
by 23%.
• We need at least 10 consultants and a
commitment to give us proper cover, 24/7.
Neil Harris
(a don’t stop till you drop production)
Wednesday, 19 February 2014
Flares and Fusion.
Monday night at The Red Lion, Isleworth and it wasn’t really
my night even though Jimmy Hastings is a fine saxophonist who also throws in the flute
every so often.
It’s just that 1970’s fusion isn’t my thing and 70’s jazz isn’t
my era. There was a lot of Chick Corea and if there wasn't any Weather Report, it was in the air that night.
The flute does always brings back memories of the recently departed Gil
Scott Heron who did shine out at that time.
Trevor Tomkins clearly likes the period as well, judging by
the workout his drums were getting and I was in a minority of one amongst the
crowd.
Today, I was having a quick look at the minutes of the
January meeting of the governors of Ashford and St. Peter’s NHS hospital Trust
and under the heading of ‘Parliamentary and Health Service Ombudsman, there
appeared to be a request for information back in December relating to Accident and Emergency.
I wonder who that
relates to? Perhaps we will see later.
Neil Harris
(a don’t stop till you drop production)
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Tuesday, 18 February 2014
Thanks Sid.
This is for Sid, who made me laugh on a bad day.
I’d been to Charing Cross Hospital where I got some good news
and should have been happy about it but to be honest I was tired out, facing a
long journey home and fed up with battling Lloyds Pharmacy who have taken over
the hospitals chemist in a privatisation. And it’s got worse since they did.
On the way home at the Hammersmith end of the Fulham Palace
Road, I just had to take a photo of Sid's shop window.
Sid’s a traditional cobbler, repairing shoes, cutting keys
and supplying trophies for a school competitions, Sunday league football, the
dart’s competition or whatever.
So what has he got in his shop window?
Now you know where to get your shoes sorted on the Fulham
Palace Road.
Neil Harris
(a don’t stop till you drop production)
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Monday, 17 February 2014
Scrummy
Anyway, on Friday I left you a mystery. I made a homemade
Pizza from scratch and it cost about £3-00 less than if I’d bought a similar
one readymade.
What did I buy with the money I saved?
That’s right, we had caviar. Although it’s fair to say that
no noble sturgeon was hurt in the process. Unfortunately I can’t say the same for the poor old
common Lumpfish.
£2-48p in Tesco’s.
Scrummy.
Neil Harris
(a don’t stop till you drop production)
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Sunday, 16 February 2014
No Lip at The Hobgoblin.
NO LIP
1977 AND WE ARE GOING MAD..
Or actually is it The
Hobgoblin 2014?
It really is 2014 but you’ll have to forgive me time travelling for a while.
Its 1978, the second Rock
Against Racism Carnival and I’m hanging back by the side of a broken down flat
bed truck talking to Tom Robinson. It’s the middle of nowhere and the band that
should be playing on the back of the truck are fighting their ancient equipment
and losing the struggle.
But the growing crowd isn’t
going to move on when they are told to because this is an early outing for The
Ruts and whenever they get it together they are absolutely f#ing amazing. The
Police really do not like it. There is a stand off until the truck splutters
into life again and the band power up to play- In a Rut.
Cut to spring 1978 and I’m
lying in a hospital bed with a broken elbow. I’m supposed to be in Southall in
what ends up being the Southall riot. In fact it’s a Police Riot and The Ruts
are one of the targets.
I should have been with
friends in the People Unite Squat. This was the home of the famous People Unite
Records collective and a thorn in the side of the local council and the nearby
police station. Locally, they were a threat to the state and when the chance
came, the Special Patrol Group took it and went in and smashed up all the
studio equipment and the people inside. Misty in Roots got particular
attention, every drum, every guitar smashed. As was all The Ruts stuff. Within weeks the council had levelled the building.
At that time Southall was
white working class and Asian working class and that day they came together to
defend their town. Since then the town has changed and it’s become a middle
class, money making place.
But if you walk a few minutes
away from the police station towards Ealing you will see the brass plaque on
the pavement that the local Sikh community placed to commemorate the People
Unite Collective and the contribution that The Ruts and Misty in Roots made to
the town.
Did No Lip really play
H-eyes? I haven’t heard that for 35 years.
Clash City Rockers
It’s Christmas week 1978 and
I’m in The Lyceum on the Strand. I’m standing next to Don Letts (DJ from The
Roxy Club) who has somehow begged, borrowed, stolen or found a movie camera and
some film. It doesn’t really look like he knows what he’s doing. We’ve never
met before but we are looking at each other in amazement. The Clash are better
than we have ever seen them before.
There’s gonna be a Borstal Breakout.
Jimmy Pursey was another
threat – April 1978 and it’s the first Rock Against Racism
Carnival in Victoria Park.
X-Ray Specs, Tom Robinson
Band, Steel Pulse and The Clash; how’s that for a lineup?
And when The Clash come on
there is Jimmy Pursey with them on guest vocals. After that I saw Sham 69 many
times, and also after that, when the far right found that they couldn’t
manipulate Pursey, every time they played there was always going to be a fight.
I can’t speak highly enough of Jimmy Pursey’s courage in those days. Not a man
to give in to anyone.
NO LIP
Right, lets get this straight. We are playing no
frills, straight up honest as you like punk rock. We don't bother with our own
stuff it just clouds the issue, the issue being bringing these tunes back to an
appreciative audience and not trying to promote our own half assed take on
current affairs, we leave that to the "Facefuk" generation. Why not
come along to this show and hear full on, heart felt renditions of PuNk RoCk
classics and rarities plus tunes to groove to before+after the blistering live
set. So tell everyone you know, whether you like them or not and get down to
the clash city rockers that are "NO LIP"
They played a couple of Sex
pistols tracks which is fine but for most of us, the art school punks and the
Bromley contingent were a million miles away from where we were.
The Clash, The Ruts, The
Angelic Upstarts, Sham 69, The Damned.
Pure Mayhem, Pure Punk.
I don’t care who you are or
where you are.
No Lip are playing The North
Star, May 31st.
You better be there.
Neil Harris
(a don’t stop till you drop
production)
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Photos: you can click on a photo and get a slideshow which is a little better quality.
Swear words; it may not seem like it but this is meant to be a health campaign - if I don't # them out my Blog gets excluded from many searches. IRL I have been known to swear.
Punks; My thanks to all the Punks at the Hob for giving me such a special night to remember, you have no idea what it meant to me.
Home: helpmesortoutstpeters.blogspot.com
Contact: neilwithpromisestokeep@gmail.com
Photos: you can click on a photo and get a slideshow which is a little better quality.
Swear words; it may not seem like it but this is meant to be a health campaign - if I don't # them out my Blog gets excluded from many searches. IRL I have been known to swear.
Punks; My thanks to all the Punks at the Hob for giving me such a special night to remember, you have no idea what it meant to me.
The Morgellons at The Hobgoblin.
The Morgellons
Saturday night at the Hobgoblin, Staines and these are The
Morgellons, a good nu-punk band, playing all their own stuff.
There is, of course, a ‘but’ coming and that’s ‘No Lip’. I’ll post that
this afternoon.
Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
Contact: neilwithpromisestokeep@gmail.com
Saturday Night with No Lip at the Hobgoblin.
It's one o'clock in the morning, I've taken 49 photos and even with my £12-99p charity shop camera they are good enough. Some are even good. I was tempted just to post them and nothing else.
Meanwhile, my head has exploded with thinking about 1977 so I'm going to leave off doing the review until tomorrow.
And no, that's not where I spent the £3 I saved by making a homemade Pizza.
Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
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Saturday, 15 February 2014
Pizzaman.
If I’m lucky this is how my tour ends tomorrow;
p
Hey guys its the;
Call me an Ambulance!
I’m ready t0 g0 h0me n0w T0ur
Day Eight
Stanley Dee The Sharpees
The Phoenix Blues band Lord John
Trevor Tomkins Quintet
Groove Manoova
Mocara
Tree House Fire
Captain Accident and the Disasters Morgellons
No Lip
It didn’t go according to plan but perhaps that’s just as
well.
The whole point of having a tour is to cram in as much fun as
possible before the inevitable return to the Oncology Clinic and the equally inevitable bad
news.
At the end of one glorious tour, I was so knackered that I
fell asleep in the waiting room and had to be woken up by a rather irritated Dr
Feelgood.
I’ve marked that up as a victory for The Cancer Cru.
This time, first the flood intervened and then kindly Dr Feelgood actually
rang me up herself to tell me the result of my test early (unexpectedly good)
which rather took the sting out of Monday.
Which also means I have a month or so I didn’t expect to have.
I made Pizza, here it is steaming as it came out of the oven;
Oops.
Anyway I’m going to leave you with a mystery.
My home made pizza cost me about £3 less than if I’d bought a
ready made one from the supermarket.
What did I spend the money I saved on? I bet you can't guess.
Neil Harris
(a don’t stop till you drop production)
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