39 years ago today, on the 30th April 1978, it was one of those days that changed everything.
In 1976 several things happened that were very disturbing; Eric Clapton interrupted one of his Birmingham concerts to endorse the racist Tory politician Enoch Powell. This was the Eric Clapton who made his living playing blues numbers composed by black people and singing 'I shot the sheriff' composed by Bob Marley.
Soon after, David Bowie returning from his stay in West Berlin endorsed Hitler and posed at the airport in an open top car as though he was a slightly emaciated dictator.
None of this would have mattered except that Britain's fascist parties were following a new, two track approach and it was working out very well for them.
The 'British Movement', with some help from the state were drilling and marching as a paramilitary organisation dedicated to attacking left wingers like me as well as intimidating black and Asian people.
Meanwhile the 'National Front' was pretending to be respectable and was standing in elections.....and winning worryingly large votes.
In response in1976, a small group of people set up 'Rock against Racism' to harness the new punk and reggae movements to counter the old racist dinosaurs like Clapton and Bowie.
I went along to a very early RAR concert in Slough, in late 1976 or early 1977 which was attacked and left one of the audience with an eye hanging out.
This wasn't the kind of thing that was ever going to put me off and I joined up. In 1977 I also joined the 'Anti Nazi League', a more straightforwardly political sister organisation.
Between the two groups, we were going to take on the Nazis and expose them. It involved me in all sorts of adventures ranging from leafleting tower blocks and estates throughout North and East London to some more direct involvement in anti fascist activities which I may tell you about another time.
All of which was a lot of fun and appeared to be slowly getting somewhere but in 1978, RAR announced that it would be holding it's first 'Rock against Racism Carnival' in Victoria Park in the middle of the East End.
Now back then, the East End was very deprived and the Nazis were attempting to shift the blame for years of neglect in housing and infrastructure like schools and roads onto the immigrants who also lived there.
Apart from standing in elections they tried to bring about a reign of terror so that black and Asian families would be scared of going out at night, for fear of being attacked by racist gangs.
There was going to be a protest march and a giant free concert but it was also likely to be an opportunity to have it out with the fascists once and for all - we were going to have to be prepared for trouble.
We were.
As the date got nearer, the line up got better and better. Tom Robinson signed up immediately as did Polystyrene and X-Ray Spex.
Steel Pulse, a reggae band from Handsworth in Birmingham were there and performed their biggest number 'Ku Klux Klan' protesting against racist violence.
Not on the poster but definitely playing were 'The Clash'.
Being naturally pessimistic I was sure that few people would come but we knew that with that line up there would at least be some people there.
There was a lot of leafleting and flyposting in the weeks leading up to the march and then on the Friday and Saturday nights I was up late into the night with a group of people stapling together endless ANL 'Lollypops' to be handed out on the march - we had a production line going;
On the Sunday I got more and more depressed - it was grey and miserable, I was sure that no one would be interested.
For goodness sake, the march was 7 miles long, snaking its way from Trafalgar Square all the way through The East End.
Who cared enough to do that?
I walked down the Charing Cross Road and as I got nearer the square I could hear a huge roar of voices.
The 'lollypops' we'd made all got handed out before I got there and I never got one.
As you can see;
The official figure was about 80,000 but most of us felt it was a lot more than that.
We wound our way through Fleet Street and The City of London and out past the factories and old bombsites of the East End. We could see exploited people working in the sweatshops of the 'rag trade'.
A lot of people came out to applaud us.
What we didn't catch sight of were the massed ranks of the fascists who had promised to break up the march. Funnily enough, they were nowhere to be seen.
And then we got to the park and there were so many people there some of them had climbed up in the trees to see the bands.
I saw the full line up and a special treat were 'The Clash', joined for a while by Jimmy Pursey of 'Sham 69'.
I'm in the crowd here, somewhere!
The Carnival changed everything although not straight away.
Apart from anything else it showed that the Nazis didn't own the streets although it took a lot of struggles over the next few years to make sure they learnt the lesson.
For young people, black and white, it gave them the confidence to stand up against the racists.
It told them they were not alone.
Old people were reminded of which side they had fought on during the war and also of the battles against Moseley and his 'Blackshirts' in the 1930's.
There were still some very hard fights to come but on that Sunday in 1978 we started the fight back that continued through the 1990's and which continues today.
Both Rock against Racism and The Anti Nazi League were normally considered too extreme for the media but this documentary from Thames Television captures something of the mood of the times and how important that struggle was.
I particularly enjoyed the last part which interviews some youngsters from 'Skoolkids against the Nazis'.
How young we all were and how much fun it was to change the world.
Here's the link;
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tvmUVE05XRQ
Neil Harris
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Sunday, 30 April 2017
Saturday, 29 April 2017
40 years on.
This is a weekend full of anniversaries that mean a lot to me and I'm afraid I'm going to write about them over the next couple of days.
40 years ago, The Jam brought out their debut single; "In the City".
"In the city there's a thousand men in uniforms
And I've heard they now have the right to kill a man
We wanna say, we gonna tell ya
About the young idea
And if it don't work, at least we said we've tried
In the city, in the city
In the city, in the city
In the city there's a thousand things I want to say to you"
The single didn't really get anywhere but for a section of punks (like me) this was something new and really special.
In those days the band must have had a sympathetic record company because it re-issued the record in September of that year to have another go.
I was out and about with some friends that September, we'd been to another concert and on our way home we decided to pop in to 'The Nashville Rooms' in West London, an old style pub that had live bands on every night.
We'd heard The Jam were playing and that turned out to be right. Unfortunately, apart from a small number of punks near the stage, this was a record company organised showcase for the re-release of 'In the City' and the venue was full of record company execs, A and R men, journalists and other freeloaders.
The bouncers were as aggressive as usual and wouldn't let us in and, despite all our efforts to sneak past them, distract them or generally blag our way in......we failed.
However, they didn't stop us lurking in the doorway and we watched the whole set from there. The only problem was that all we could see was The Jam from their knees down.
I have to say that I would rather see The Jam from the knees down in 1977 to almost any other band I've seen.
It was unforgettable and because of that I don't think I missed them live in London for about the next year and a half.
See what I mean?
Contrary to many fans I don't regret that Paul Weller broke up the band five years later to start up 'The Style Council'. Times were changing and Weller took the MODS much further towards their origins than The Jam ever could have.
Neil Harris
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40 years ago, The Jam brought out their debut single; "In the City".
"In the city there's a thousand men in uniforms
And I've heard they now have the right to kill a man
We wanna say, we gonna tell ya
About the young idea
And if it don't work, at least we said we've tried
In the city, in the city
In the city, in the city
In the city there's a thousand things I want to say to you"
The single didn't really get anywhere but for a section of punks (like me) this was something new and really special.
In those days the band must have had a sympathetic record company because it re-issued the record in September of that year to have another go.
I was out and about with some friends that September, we'd been to another concert and on our way home we decided to pop in to 'The Nashville Rooms' in West London, an old style pub that had live bands on every night.
We'd heard The Jam were playing and that turned out to be right. Unfortunately, apart from a small number of punks near the stage, this was a record company organised showcase for the re-release of 'In the City' and the venue was full of record company execs, A and R men, journalists and other freeloaders.
The bouncers were as aggressive as usual and wouldn't let us in and, despite all our efforts to sneak past them, distract them or generally blag our way in......we failed.
However, they didn't stop us lurking in the doorway and we watched the whole set from there. The only problem was that all we could see was The Jam from their knees down.
I have to say that I would rather see The Jam from the knees down in 1977 to almost any other band I've seen.
It was unforgettable and because of that I don't think I missed them live in London for about the next year and a half.
See what I mean?
Contrary to many fans I don't regret that Paul Weller broke up the band five years later to start up 'The Style Council'. Times were changing and Weller took the MODS much further towards their origins than The Jam ever could have.
Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
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Friday, 28 April 2017
Squirming with pain.
I'm actually squirming with pain as I'm writing this but we made it to Tesco's!
You know I've climbed some big hills in my time and I can tell you that this felt as good as summiting.
I had a major spasm as I was getting into the car and because I got trapped in the door I couldn't move to a more comfortable position to let it stop so it just went on and on.
It hurt while I was driving and it was a struggle getting from the car to the disabled buggy, but I made there and back and in the process walked further than I have in the last fortnight. It means I can probably get to the hospital next week for my scan and there are a whole lot of other things I need to sort out.
But I'm paying for it now - it's agony.
On the other hand, morale has improved a whole lot.
Neil Harris
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Thursday, 27 April 2017
Running out!
Today didn't go so well either - I spent the night in my chair and completely avoided any spasms. I even got 5 hours straight sleep, which is great.
Unfortunately when I got up I then got into a series a really painful back spasms which carried on later. It just goes to show you don't get away with anything.
In the afternoon it got worse - we had a problem with the toilet and I lifted off the cover of the cistern to fix it, only to get a really sharp pain in my ribs. It's quite possible I've broken one. I have done that before and I'm not yet sure how bad it is.
So, in the end we didn't get to do the shopping and the food is running out!
We'll see how I am tomorrow morning.
Neil Harris
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Unfortunately when I got up I then got into a series a really painful back spasms which carried on later. It just goes to show you don't get away with anything.
In the afternoon it got worse - we had a problem with the toilet and I lifted off the cover of the cistern to fix it, only to get a really sharp pain in my ribs. It's quite possible I've broken one. I have done that before and I'm not yet sure how bad it is.
So, in the end we didn't get to do the shopping and the food is running out!
We'll see how I am tomorrow morning.
Neil Harris
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Wednesday, 26 April 2017
Challenges.
I've been struggling again - my back is worse than ever. The last three nights have been sleepless, constantly interrupted by muscle spasms. Tonight I'll be sleeping in the armchair again, it's just too painful lying down.
Today I got a call from the hospital asking why I didn't come for my scan yesterday - it was because they were supposed to phone me and didn't, because I can't go to collect my mail at the moment. They didn't read the instructions on the file.
I've got a new appointment in a weeks time although how I'll get there will be a problem. Tomorrow we need to go shopping and can't really do it online.
That's going to be a challenge for me.
Robyn suggested I should write more about things I did in my life and she's probably right. Of course, there are some things I can't write about!
But some of the things I did or was part of should be recorded. People like me don't get written about.
Neil Harris
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Tuesday, 25 April 2017
Nothing has changed since 1929.
Neil Harris
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Monday, 24 April 2017
"The care provided to you fell below the high standards"; St. Peter's Hospital, Chertsey.
Here's another 'patient experience' of St. Peter's Hospital, Chertsey.
It isn't that exceptional, what is notable is that it's the refusal to apologise which brought about the parents lawsuit - as reported by the solicitors in the case;
"Bereaved parents settle medical negligence claim against St Peter’s Hospital following stillbirth"
A woman known only as R has received compensation following the stillbirth of her baby daughter at St Peter’s hospital in Chertsey Surrey in July 2013.
R’s first pregnancy was uneventful until at 39 week’s gestation she and her husband were sent home from St Peter's following rupture of her membranes and told to come back the following day for induction of labour.
When R returned to the labour ward the following day at midday as planned she was found to have a temperature of 38.9°C and a fast heart rate. CTG monitoring of the baby’s heart was described as suspicious but R was not reviewed by a doctor until 20.55.
The doctor prescribed R IV antibiotics due to her high temperature and Syntocinon to speed up her labour but the anti-biotics were not given until 21.25 and the Syntocinon was not started until 02.10 (a delay of 4 hours and 10 minutes).
After the Syntocinon was given the CTG trace revealed the baby's heart rate to be more abnormal but it was not until 04.10 the doctor made the decision to deliver R's baby by caesarean.
Sadly, R’s baby was born in a poor condition; without a heartbeat, floppy, pale with significant meconium. The neonatal team could not resuscitate her and her death was classified as a stillbirth.
R and her husband instructed medical negligence solicitors at Leigh Day, Nicola Wainwright and Suleikha Ali, to investigate their claim.
Expert evidence was obtained from an Obstetrician who advised that failures in R’s care including not admitting her for an induction of labour until 32 hours after her waters had broken, failing to identify and appropriately treat an infection and failing to intervene to deliver the baby sooner despite drops in the fetal heart rate was negligent. The independent expert expressed the view that but for these failures R’s baby daughter would have survived.
Given the expert’s criticisms, Leigh Day sent Ashford and St Peter’s Trust a formal Letter of Claim. The Trust made some admissions but did not admit full liability.
This meant that the bereaved parents had to begin Court Proceedings after which the hospital admitted the care provided was negligent and that negligence caused R's baby's death.
R and her husband wanted assurances from the Trust that lessons had been learnt to try to ensure that no other parents had to go through what they did.
During negotiations to try to settle the case Leigh Day were able to obtain such assurances and an apology, which R and her family wanted.
As well as paying compensation the Trust's Chief Executive wrote to the family to say:
“The care provided to you fell below the high standards you quite rightly expected with tragic consequences…we sincerely and wholeheartedly apologise to you and your family for that failure."
Neil Harris
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It isn't that exceptional, what is notable is that it's the refusal to apologise which brought about the parents lawsuit - as reported by the solicitors in the case;
"Bereaved parents settle medical negligence claim against St Peter’s Hospital following stillbirth"
Leigh Day
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United Kingdom April 19 2017 A woman known only as R has received compensation following the stillbirth of her baby daughter at St Peter’s hospital in Chertsey Surrey in July 2013.
R’s first pregnancy was uneventful until at 39 week’s gestation she and her husband were sent home from St Peter's following rupture of her membranes and told to come back the following day for induction of labour.
When R returned to the labour ward the following day at midday as planned she was found to have a temperature of 38.9°C and a fast heart rate. CTG monitoring of the baby’s heart was described as suspicious but R was not reviewed by a doctor until 20.55.
The doctor prescribed R IV antibiotics due to her high temperature and Syntocinon to speed up her labour but the anti-biotics were not given until 21.25 and the Syntocinon was not started until 02.10 (a delay of 4 hours and 10 minutes).
After the Syntocinon was given the CTG trace revealed the baby's heart rate to be more abnormal but it was not until 04.10 the doctor made the decision to deliver R's baby by caesarean.
Sadly, R’s baby was born in a poor condition; without a heartbeat, floppy, pale with significant meconium. The neonatal team could not resuscitate her and her death was classified as a stillbirth.
R and her husband instructed medical negligence solicitors at Leigh Day, Nicola Wainwright and Suleikha Ali, to investigate their claim.
Expert evidence was obtained from an Obstetrician who advised that failures in R’s care including not admitting her for an induction of labour until 32 hours after her waters had broken, failing to identify and appropriately treat an infection and failing to intervene to deliver the baby sooner despite drops in the fetal heart rate was negligent. The independent expert expressed the view that but for these failures R’s baby daughter would have survived.
Given the expert’s criticisms, Leigh Day sent Ashford and St Peter’s Trust a formal Letter of Claim. The Trust made some admissions but did not admit full liability.
This meant that the bereaved parents had to begin Court Proceedings after which the hospital admitted the care provided was negligent and that negligence caused R's baby's death.
R and her husband wanted assurances from the Trust that lessons had been learnt to try to ensure that no other parents had to go through what they did.
During negotiations to try to settle the case Leigh Day were able to obtain such assurances and an apology, which R and her family wanted.
As well as paying compensation the Trust's Chief Executive wrote to the family to say:
“The care provided to you fell below the high standards you quite rightly expected with tragic consequences…we sincerely and wholeheartedly apologise to you and your family for that failure."
Leigh Day - Nicola Wainwright and Suleikha Ali
Neil Harris
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Sunday, 23 April 2017
125,000 Thanx!
I'm still out of action; yesterday I thought things were getting better. I was even good and didn't over do things. I took all my meds. Then I was having agonising spasms most of the night.
It was like being kicked in the back by a mule.
Worst of all Sydney the Cat was sleeping with us and I kicked her by accident which hasn't helped our relationship at all.
Even worse than that when I went to bed she came up to me and I forgot she was a cat and fondled her head (which she hates) like a dog. I have no idea why I did that and she will probably never forgive me.
By morning I got up in spite of the pain and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be although I still had to use a walking frame. There's been no improvement in a week.
Meanwhile the Blog has reached 125,000 for which I am very grateful. I have no idea why it has sped up recently which is why I celebrate the numbers less often. I'm sure it will slow down again soon.
Anyway, a big thanks to everyone who reads this.
Neil Harris
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Saturday, 22 April 2017
Hubris Syndrome.
I've been interested in reading about 'Hubris Syndrome', an acquired 'Personality Disorder', described by Dr David Owen and Jonathan Davidson in a book published in 2009.
Their work was partly inspired by their personal experience of political leaders and business men (mainly but not exclusively men) they had met or read about.
What they noticed was that excessively self confident and arrogant business or political leaders had the capacity to destroy the organisations they were leading as well as themselves.
Margaret Thatcher springs to mind.
In particular, Bush and Blair's manic and deranged pursuit of the war with Iraq (in defiance of the lack of any evidence of 'weapons of mass destruction' let alone any legal justification) exposed the dangers of leaders who show 'Hubris', which was defined by the ancient Greeks as "excessive pride towards or defiance of the gods, leading to nemesis."
Here's their definition of the syndrome;
"Hubris Syndrome is the presence in someone in a position of power of three or four of the 14 “excruciatingly unflattering”* symptoms summarised below:
- They seek self-glorification
- Act to enhance personal standing
- Are excessively conscious of their own image
- Display messianic tendencies
- Believe “I am the organisation”
- Use the royal “we”
- Have excessive confidence in their own judgements and are contemptuous of others’ opinions
- Display exaggerated self-belief
- Feel they’re accountable only to history
- Believe unshakably that they will be vindicated
- Are out of touch, isolated
- Are restless, reckless, impulsive
- Are impractical – overlooking detail and possible unwanted outcomes
- Implement incompetently – fail to attend to details through excessive self-confidence.
‘Hubris Syndrome: An acquired personality disorder? ‘A study of US Presidents and UK Prime Ministers over the last 100 years’, David Owen and Jonathan Davidson, Brain 2009: 132; 1396-1406
Now there are two aspects of this I find really worrying - the first is that while the syndrome is present if an individual exhibits three or four of the behaviours, it's clear that Donald Trump has all of them.
Secondly, Dr David Owen was a Labour politician of the 1970's rising to be the youngest Foreign Secretary ever in the Callaghan cabinet.
In 1981 he was one of the four politicians who split away from Labour to launch The 'Social Democratic Party'. The effect of this was to prevent Labour from winning power which resulted in 18 years of Thatcher and Major.
When the project failed, he split the SDP and then was a fairly poisonous influence from outside on the merged Liberal Democrats that absorbed them.
By my estimate, Dr David Owen exhibited at least 7 of the behaviours and ultimately destroyed every political organisation he belonged to.
So, self awareness is not one of the features of this condition.
Nevertheless, it does give a valuable insight into the destructive nature of so many business and political leaders.
Neil Harris
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Friday, 21 April 2017
Our home.
This is one of those amazing pictures; the white bands are the rings of Saturn seen from Cassini, the probe which will be crashed into the planet in the next few months to end its mission.
The bright dot is Earth, our home, and to the left of it the faint dot is our Moon.
Not so special, huh?
Neil Harris
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Thursday, 20 April 2017
Not boring.
One of my favourite living poets, always challenging.
Who's Who.
I used to think nurses were women,
I used to think police
Were men,
I used to think poets
Were boring,
Until I became one of them.
By Benjamin Zephaniah.
Neil Harris
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Who's Who.
I used to think nurses were women,
I used to think police
Were men,
I used to think poets
Were boring,
Until I became one of them.
By Benjamin Zephaniah.
Neil Harris
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Wednesday, 19 April 2017
A little ray of light.
Another really bad day - I hurt my back again when I was washing and I've been in agony since.
And it's been getting worse.
In the afternoon I went outside with Robyn because she made something;
We have accumulated a lot of used cooking oil (I like chips) and we don't know what to do with it all. I know, you put it in a container and put it out with the rubbish. That way you don't block up the drains.
But to us it seems such a messy waste - there must be a better way to get rid of it.
So Robyn made an oil lamp and as you can see it worked;
The only problem was that we need to improve the wick, which burnt down too quickly, but it did work.
The other problem was that I found it difficult to get back over the front doorstep, which is not at all good.
Neil Harris
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And it's been getting worse.
In the afternoon I went outside with Robyn because she made something;
We have accumulated a lot of used cooking oil (I like chips) and we don't know what to do with it all. I know, you put it in a container and put it out with the rubbish. That way you don't block up the drains.
But to us it seems such a messy waste - there must be a better way to get rid of it.
So Robyn made an oil lamp and as you can see it worked;
The only problem was that we need to improve the wick, which burnt down too quickly, but it did work.
The other problem was that I found it difficult to get back over the front doorstep, which is not at all good.
Neil Harris
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Tuesday, 18 April 2017
To be alive beneath Cherry Blossoms.
Yesterday we went for a walk - I was very sensible and didn't go too far. We just posted a letter in the village, but if I'm honest it was a real struggle.
Well worth it though - we were in time to see the last of the cherry blossoms out in the sun.
Always a special time.
A riot of colour even if it only lasts for a very short time.
In the lightest of winds, the first of the petals were starting to fall, ever so delicately;
"What a strange thing!
to be alive
beneath cherry blossoms.”
Kobayashi Issa.
Neil Harris
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Well worth it though - we were in time to see the last of the cherry blossoms out in the sun.
Always a special time.
A riot of colour even if it only lasts for a very short time.
In the lightest of winds, the first of the petals were starting to fall, ever so delicately;
"What a strange thing!
to be alive
beneath cherry blossoms.”
Kobayashi Issa.
Neil Harris
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Monday, 17 April 2017
Experimenting.
The Blog is still fairly boring, I'm afraid; I'm still stuck in an armchair most of the day and the new meds don't seem to be working at night. There's still a lot of screaming going on.
Meanwhile, I'm experimenting with when I take the pills in the hope that if I can get the timing of the doses right it might make a difference.
There's a strong possibility that it's not just a broken back, that it's something worse but I'll worry about that when I get the scan results.
So I'm still hoping that I can get back on my feet again.
Watch this space!
Neil Harris
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Meanwhile, I'm experimenting with when I take the pills in the hope that if I can get the timing of the doses right it might make a difference.
There's a strong possibility that it's not just a broken back, that it's something worse but I'll worry about that when I get the scan results.
So I'm still hoping that I can get back on my feet again.
Watch this space!
Neil Harris
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Sunday, 16 April 2017
The Blues.
Elwood Blues: It's 106 miles to Chicago, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark... and we're wearing sunglasses.
Jake Blues: Hit it.
The Blues Brothers, written by John Landis and Dan Akroyd.
Neil Harris
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Saturday, 15 April 2017
The Fop's Blouse.
Here's another poem by Vladimir Mayakovsky, poet of the Russian Revolution and here, in love with the spring as much as I am.
The Fop's Blouse.
I will sew myself black trousers
from the velvet of my voice.
And from three yards of sunset, a yellow blouse.
Along the world's main street, along its glossy lanes,
I will saunter with the gait of Don Juan, a fop.
Let the earth, overripe and placid, cry out:
'You would rape the green Spring!'
I'll yell at the sun with an impudent grin
'I prefer to prance on smooth
asphalt!'
Isn't it because the sky is blue,
And the earth is my lover in this spring
cleaning,
that I give you verses fun as bi-bah-boh
and sharp and useful as toothpicks!
Women who love my flesh, and you,
girl, looking at me like a brother,
toss your smiles to me, the poet -
and I'll sew them like flowers onto my fop's blouse!
Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky
Neil Harris
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Friday, 14 April 2017
On the Snowden Horseshoe.
I started my new meds last night, which are supposed to stop me having muscle spasms. As they feel like a mule just kicked you in the back, that's a good thing.
I timed it just right, then got into bed and........the spasm's started of again. I got about 2 hours sleep, then at 3 or 4 o'clock it really went off - agony until I bit the bullet and braved the pain of getting up.
Agony.
I spent the day sat in the armchair, trying not to move. I slept a lot and watched films on YouTube.
I like watching things I always wanted to do and never did - I watched a film of someone taking a helicopter flight over Manhattan. I always wanted to see New York.
On the way, it flew over what must have been the Engelwood Cliffs in New Jersey, where the Blue Note Jazz label had it's studio. Amazingly, my grandmother lived nearby at Fort Lee although I never had a chance to visit her, which is sad.
Sometimes I watch things I've done, sometimes things I wish I could have done one more time.
I didn't have any chance to travel when I was young - I had some holidays Youth Hostelling in Wales. I climbed Snowden three times, usually by the easy routes like The PYG track or The Miners Track. It's more like walking than climbing, which is just as well because I am seriously scared of heights - I have problems getting up on a stepladder.
One year when I climbed Snowden I decided to take Crib Goch on the way down. At the summit it had been clear and sunny but halfway down the clouds descended on me and it was raining and misty; very dangerous. In the end I had to turn back, climbed back up the ridge to the top of the mountain to take a less dangerous path down.
I always meant to go back and do it properly.
I found this fantastic ascent of Crib Goch on YouTube - on it you can see it's like walking along the top of a roof with a 1500 foot drop on either side at places.
Best feeling ever!
Mind you, I wasn't as cool as these guys and neither was I holding a GoPro on the end of a selfie stick while I did it.
Have a look for yourself;
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n86W5jMiV3Y
Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
Home: helpmesortoutstpeters.blogspot.com
Contact me: neilwithpromisestokeep@gmail.com
I timed it just right, then got into bed and........the spasm's started of again. I got about 2 hours sleep, then at 3 or 4 o'clock it really went off - agony until I bit the bullet and braved the pain of getting up.
Agony.
I spent the day sat in the armchair, trying not to move. I slept a lot and watched films on YouTube.
I like watching things I always wanted to do and never did - I watched a film of someone taking a helicopter flight over Manhattan. I always wanted to see New York.
On the way, it flew over what must have been the Engelwood Cliffs in New Jersey, where the Blue Note Jazz label had it's studio. Amazingly, my grandmother lived nearby at Fort Lee although I never had a chance to visit her, which is sad.
Sometimes I watch things I've done, sometimes things I wish I could have done one more time.
I didn't have any chance to travel when I was young - I had some holidays Youth Hostelling in Wales. I climbed Snowden three times, usually by the easy routes like The PYG track or The Miners Track. It's more like walking than climbing, which is just as well because I am seriously scared of heights - I have problems getting up on a stepladder.
One year when I climbed Snowden I decided to take Crib Goch on the way down. At the summit it had been clear and sunny but halfway down the clouds descended on me and it was raining and misty; very dangerous. In the end I had to turn back, climbed back up the ridge to the top of the mountain to take a less dangerous path down.
I always meant to go back and do it properly.
I found this fantastic ascent of Crib Goch on YouTube - on it you can see it's like walking along the top of a roof with a 1500 foot drop on either side at places.
Best feeling ever!
Mind you, I wasn't as cool as these guys and neither was I holding a GoPro on the end of a selfie stick while I did it.
Have a look for yourself;
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n86W5jMiV3Y
Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
Home: helpmesortoutstpeters.blogspot.com
Contact me: neilwithpromisestokeep@gmail.com
Thursday, 13 April 2017
Hobbling around.
Another gruelling and slightly depressing day - I was back up at hospital again to see Dr Feelgood.
My current Chemotherapy has made a difference but it's a small one - much less than I'd hoped. On the other hand it has done some good and I'm still fit enough for another dose.
As Robyn says I should be more grateful but that's not how I feel.
My back was fairly bad this morning when I got up and it hurt on the drive up to London. I've got some pills to help with the spasms and I'm going to have a scan (that's going to hurt a lot) to find out what the damage really is.
It's clear I've done something major to it and, as far as I can see, there isn't a lot they can do to help.
So it was frustrating, hobbling around the hospital on a beautiful sunny day when we should have been doing something fun.
I am going to pull myself together but it may take a day or so.
After all, Dr Feelgood and me were in agreement about one thing; neither of us thought I'd still be alive to celebrate my first wedding anniversary in June and it looks as though I will be!
Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
Home: helpmesortoutstpeters.blogspot.com
Contact me: neilwithpromisestokeep@gmail.com
My current Chemotherapy has made a difference but it's a small one - much less than I'd hoped. On the other hand it has done some good and I'm still fit enough for another dose.
As Robyn says I should be more grateful but that's not how I feel.
My back was fairly bad this morning when I got up and it hurt on the drive up to London. I've got some pills to help with the spasms and I'm going to have a scan (that's going to hurt a lot) to find out what the damage really is.
It's clear I've done something major to it and, as far as I can see, there isn't a lot they can do to help.
So it was frustrating, hobbling around the hospital on a beautiful sunny day when we should have been doing something fun.
I am going to pull myself together but it may take a day or so.
After all, Dr Feelgood and me were in agreement about one thing; neither of us thought I'd still be alive to celebrate my first wedding anniversary in June and it looks as though I will be!
Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
Home: helpmesortoutstpeters.blogspot.com
Contact me: neilwithpromisestokeep@gmail.com
Wednesday, 12 April 2017
Anchored down in Anchorage.
Robyn gave me an ultimatum - if I was going shopping with her I either had to sit in the car while she did it for me, sit it out at the Pharmacy or take a disabled persons buggy.
None of them was very attractive to me.
I gave her a few alternatives of my own;
I could go round on a pogo stick.
I could buy a pair of heelies and just float round.
I could go round on a skateboard - after all, once upon a time I was a skateboard punk rocker.
I know, it's hard to believe now but it was true once.
She wasn't at all impressed and I could tell she was serious.
So, in the end I did it on the disability scooter - as you can see I took it all rather well.
"Hey Girl, what's it like to be in New York?
New York City - imagine that!
Tell me, what's it like to be a skateboard punk rocker?"
Anchorage - Michelle Shocked.
Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
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Tuesday, 11 April 2017
Sitting around.
It's really frustrating - I haven't done anything for four days.
Haven't been anywhere either.
This morning I woke up at four o'clock having a series of scream inducing muscle spasms. I gave up at eight and got up - screaming again.
I just about made it to my armchair and sat there for six hours.
Then I was able to go for a walk in the spring sunshine for the first time. It doesn't make any kind of sense.
Thursday I've got to get to hospital and because Friday is a holiday we're going shopping tomorrow. Robyn's given me three choices, none of which I like.
1) I sit in the car while she does the shopping.
2) I sit at the Pharmacy where there are chairs, while she does the shopping..
3) I have to drive around on a disabled buggy.
It's all very depressing; Robyn just said I had to tell you that last time I couldn't move for a week after the shopping.
She's been trying to get me into a disabled buggy for weeks now.
I used to climb hills and dance on cliff edges, for goodness sake.
Grrrrrrrh!
I'll sleep on it.
Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
Home: helpmesortoutstpeters.blogspot.com
Contact me: neilwithpromisestokeep@gmail.com
Haven't been anywhere either.
This morning I woke up at four o'clock having a series of scream inducing muscle spasms. I gave up at eight and got up - screaming again.
I just about made it to my armchair and sat there for six hours.
Then I was able to go for a walk in the spring sunshine for the first time. It doesn't make any kind of sense.
Thursday I've got to get to hospital and because Friday is a holiday we're going shopping tomorrow. Robyn's given me three choices, none of which I like.
1) I sit in the car while she does the shopping.
2) I sit at the Pharmacy where there are chairs, while she does the shopping..
3) I have to drive around on a disabled buggy.
It's all very depressing; Robyn just said I had to tell you that last time I couldn't move for a week after the shopping.
She's been trying to get me into a disabled buggy for weeks now.
I used to climb hills and dance on cliff edges, for goodness sake.
Grrrrrrrh!
I'll sleep on it.
Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
Home: helpmesortoutstpeters.blogspot.com
Contact me: neilwithpromisestokeep@gmail.com
Monday, 10 April 2017
Tomorrow morning in the Hippodrome.
I discovered 'Roman Curse tablets' when Robyn and I went round the Roman Baths at Bath a couple of years ago.
The Romans believed you could appeal to the gods or to dead spirits to give you revenge if you had been wronged; by a lover or a thief for example.
To communicate with the underworld you had to write your curse on a sheet of lead, roll it up and leave it at a sacred place like a pool of water, a stream or buried in a pit.
Lead doesn't decay very much and these tablets are often found - with their bloodthirsty curses still crying out for revenge all these centuries later.
This one was found buried at Carthage in North Africa and is one of the less nasty ones.
It's written by a desperate sports fan - he's calling on a spirit or a god to nobble the Red and Blue teams in tomorrow's Chariot race.
I'm guessing there's some money depending on the result;
Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
Home: helpmesortoutstpeters.blogspot.com
Contact me: neilwithpromisestokeep@gmail.com
The Romans believed you could appeal to the gods or to dead spirits to give you revenge if you had been wronged; by a lover or a thief for example.
To communicate with the underworld you had to write your curse on a sheet of lead, roll it up and leave it at a sacred place like a pool of water, a stream or buried in a pit.
Lead doesn't decay very much and these tablets are often found - with their bloodthirsty curses still crying out for revenge all these centuries later.
This one was found buried at Carthage in North Africa and is one of the less nasty ones.
It's written by a desperate sports fan - he's calling on a spirit or a god to nobble the Red and Blue teams in tomorrow's Chariot race.
I'm guessing there's some money depending on the result;
"I invoke you, spirit of one untimely dead, whoever you are, by the mighty names SALBATHBAL AUTHGERÔTABAL BASULTHATEÔ ALEÔ SAMABÊTHÔR
Bind the horses whose names and images on this implement I entrust to you; of the Red team: Silvanus, Servator, Lues, Zephryus, Blandus, Imbraius, Dives, Mariscus, Rapidus, Oriens, Arbustus; of the
Blues: Imminens, Dignus, Linon, Paezon, Chrysaspis, Argutus, Diresor, Frugiferous, Euphrates, Sanctus, Aethiops, Praeclarus.
Bind their running, their power, their soul, their onrush, their speed. Take away their victory, entangle their feet, hinder them, hobble them, so that tomorrow morning in the hippodrome they are not able to run or walk about, or win, or go out of the starting gates, or advance either on the racecourse or track…
Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
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Sunday, 9 April 2017
The Clash.
It's more or less 40 years since the first Clash album came out;
I say more or less because it was actually a couple of days ago.
At the time it didn't matter to me so much; I was a student living in Clapham in a room which cost £6 a week, which wasn't a lot even back then. The kindly landlord had employed a carpet fitter to take second hand carpets, cut them up and fitted the worn out parts at the edges so that the carpet seemed to be alright in the middle of the room.
London had an acute housing shortage at the time and my path to this decrepit room above an ancient sweet warehouse was via peoples sofas and a squat.
I'd gone to see my parents at Easter and when I came back to my room I threw open the door to find a nurse sleeping in my bed - the landlord had assumed I wasn't coming back and re let it even though I still had all my belongings in the room.
I spent the night sleeping in the corridor.
By an amazing piece of good luck I found a place in a students hall of residence a couple of uncomfortable days later. When I first went to university there were no places for me.
I ended up briefly sharing a room with someone who is now a famous journalist with the BBC, following an illustrious career as a foreign correspondent for a serious liberal newspaper.
He was a very self opinionated twit then and still is. He has made a good living repeating whatever the government of the day told him to say.
I remember him coming into the room holding a very early copy of The Clash's first album - he'd got an internship on 'The Economist' magazine while he was a student and, as the youngest person they knew, they had given him a copy of the album and asked him to review it.
This was a slight problem; he'd no idea what The Clash were about and he didn't own a record player (it was the 1970's - none of us had that kind of money).
He asked me to tell him all about it - I'd seen the band, heard a fair few of the songs. I was a punk, if a bit of a MOD.
I'm happy to say I told him where to go. It obviously didn't do his glittering career any harm - I guess he made it all up anyway.
That's what journalists usually do.
Later that month I was at the first Anti Nazi League Carnival at Victoria park - where The Clash played a storming set and were joined by Jimmy Pursey on stage for a while.
At Christmas I went to see them again at The Lyceum, an amazing night. Just took a train up, had a few drinks with a friend at a nearby pub and casually bought tickets on the door.
I've always regretted not going back the next night - I think it was only three pounds but back then £3 was still quite a lot of money for a student.
Between Easter and Christmas The Clash had developed enormously. The first album was a scream of rage - one that we all felt and I think I still do, really.
By Christmas they were moving on; to bigger venues and their music was getting more professional, more slik.
Robyn tells me off, she say I only like bands that no one else likes. As soon as they get famous I don't want to know.
She has a point; I think punk spoilt music for me. I got used to seeing bands in very small venues, close up.
By the time 1979 came around The Clash were away - playing big venues, better production and touring in America.
At that point I started to let them go - but in April 1978 and for a glorious few months, The Clash could do no wrong whether it was live on stage or on record.
My back is a problem again right now, I'm stuck in a chair in agony. So this morning I listened to the first album again - it still works......for me.
Still angry!
Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
Home: helpmesortoutstpeters.blogspot.com
Contact me: neilwithpromisestokeep@gmail.com
I say more or less because it was actually a couple of days ago.
At the time it didn't matter to me so much; I was a student living in Clapham in a room which cost £6 a week, which wasn't a lot even back then. The kindly landlord had employed a carpet fitter to take second hand carpets, cut them up and fitted the worn out parts at the edges so that the carpet seemed to be alright in the middle of the room.
London had an acute housing shortage at the time and my path to this decrepit room above an ancient sweet warehouse was via peoples sofas and a squat.
I'd gone to see my parents at Easter and when I came back to my room I threw open the door to find a nurse sleeping in my bed - the landlord had assumed I wasn't coming back and re let it even though I still had all my belongings in the room.
I spent the night sleeping in the corridor.
By an amazing piece of good luck I found a place in a students hall of residence a couple of uncomfortable days later. When I first went to university there were no places for me.
I ended up briefly sharing a room with someone who is now a famous journalist with the BBC, following an illustrious career as a foreign correspondent for a serious liberal newspaper.
He was a very self opinionated twit then and still is. He has made a good living repeating whatever the government of the day told him to say.
I remember him coming into the room holding a very early copy of The Clash's first album - he'd got an internship on 'The Economist' magazine while he was a student and, as the youngest person they knew, they had given him a copy of the album and asked him to review it.
This was a slight problem; he'd no idea what The Clash were about and he didn't own a record player (it was the 1970's - none of us had that kind of money).
He asked me to tell him all about it - I'd seen the band, heard a fair few of the songs. I was a punk, if a bit of a MOD.
I'm happy to say I told him where to go. It obviously didn't do his glittering career any harm - I guess he made it all up anyway.
That's what journalists usually do.
Later that month I was at the first Anti Nazi League Carnival at Victoria park - where The Clash played a storming set and were joined by Jimmy Pursey on stage for a while.
At Christmas I went to see them again at The Lyceum, an amazing night. Just took a train up, had a few drinks with a friend at a nearby pub and casually bought tickets on the door.
I've always regretted not going back the next night - I think it was only three pounds but back then £3 was still quite a lot of money for a student.
Between Easter and Christmas The Clash had developed enormously. The first album was a scream of rage - one that we all felt and I think I still do, really.
By Christmas they were moving on; to bigger venues and their music was getting more professional, more slik.
Robyn tells me off, she say I only like bands that no one else likes. As soon as they get famous I don't want to know.
She has a point; I think punk spoilt music for me. I got used to seeing bands in very small venues, close up.
By the time 1979 came around The Clash were away - playing big venues, better production and touring in America.
At that point I started to let them go - but in April 1978 and for a glorious few months, The Clash could do no wrong whether it was live on stage or on record.
My back is a problem again right now, I'm stuck in a chair in agony. So this morning I listened to the first album again - it still works......for me.
Still angry!
Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
Home: helpmesortoutstpeters.blogspot.com
Contact me: neilwithpromisestokeep@gmail.com
Saturday, 8 April 2017
'shoures soote'.
I've not really been getting the benefits of spring this year - after I got back from the doctors, my back got bad again and worse this morning.
So, on the sunniest day of the year I've been stuck in a chair.
This is the Prologue from 'The Canterbury Tales' written by Geoffrey Chaucer at the end of the 14th century. The first paragraph is one of the best descriptions of spring there is;
If that doesn't mean anything to you in Middle English, here's a translation but it's not as nice, not so poetic.
Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
Home: helpmesortoutstpeters.blogspot.com
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So, on the sunniest day of the year I've been stuck in a chair.
This is the Prologue from 'The Canterbury Tales' written by Geoffrey Chaucer at the end of the 14th century. The first paragraph is one of the best descriptions of spring there is;
Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour
Of which vertu engendred is the flour,
Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halve cours yronne,
And smale foweles maken melodye,
That slepen al the nyght with open ye
(so priketh hem Nature in hir corages),
Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes,
To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes;
And specially from every shires ende
Of Engelond to Caunterbury they wende,
The hooly blisful martir for to seke,
That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke.
If that doesn't mean anything to you in Middle English, here's a translation but it's not as nice, not so poetic.
When April with his showers sweet with fruit
The drought of March has pierced unto the root
And bathed each vein with liquor that has power
To generate therein and sire the flower;
When Zephyr also has, with his sweet breath,
Quickened again, in every holt and heath,
The tender shoots and buds, and the young sun
Into the Ram one half his course has run,
And many little birds make melody
That sleep through all the night with open eye
(So Nature pricks them on to ramp and rage)-
Then do folk long to go on pilgrimage,
And palmers to go seeking out strange strands,
To distant shrines well known in sundry lands.
And specially from every shire's end
Of England they to Canterbury wend,
The holy blessed martyr there to seek
Who helped them when they lay so ill and weak.
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Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
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