Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Saturday, 17 May 2014
Scissors, paper, bricks
A rare set of circumstances - it's the first day of the Bath International Music Festival; the Fringe Festival (office at The Bell Inn); I received a polite message from the Australian collector saying he didn't want the glass; it is very warm and sunny AND I also received this birthday card - all the way from Peninsula, Ohio - from Joanne Noragon. Thank you Joanne!
She says some very nice things to me about this blog inside it, but also says that what she likes the best is my obvious respect and love for H.I. on the rare occasions she is mentioned, or her work is displayed up here.
Joanne has gone to the trouble of finding out my true name and even address, and H.I. commented that this would be easy for anyone who really wanted/needed to, so I pointed out that I am not hiding from anyone other than computer software programs which can make the link from Tom to me in the blink of an eye, gathering much more information about me on the way. This name is only the equivalent of up-turning a chair behind you as you run away from a pantomime villain who you know will give up soon and concentrate on an easier target.
The political party UKIP - not realising the depth of hostility toward them in the run-up to the European Parliament elections - recently gave out the address of their headquarters, but made the mistake of making it a 'Free-Post' one, so it didn't cost potential voters a penny to get in touch with them via surface mail.
Someone came up with a brilliantly simple idea, and soon the office was swamped with neatly wrapped parcels containing a brick. Each brick sent to UKIP cost them about £5 and they were sent enough to build a small house, depleting their campaign funds quite significantly. Paper covers rock, money is made of paper and five pounds will cover the postage of a brick to UKIP.
This wheeze was both legal and humorous, but they are not renowned for their sense of humour, so took the address down and disabled the Free-Post option. Today, they announced that they have also been forced to remove their Free-Phone number as well. I have been smiling quite widely about this for a few days now, but I have been smiling about the Farage Wave incident at The Bell for a few weeks.
Before this turns into a political post (I know how you all hate those) just one more thing about UKIP. Someone encapsulated the unease with which UKIP are viewed by moderate people in the UK who - possibly unjustly - accuse them of being racist because of their promise to tighten-up on the lax immigration policies of the present government, by saying that he did not believe UKIP was a racist party. He just pointed out that - for some reason - they attract a heck of a lot of racists, and that in itself was deeply disturbing. A very good point.
My good American friend who works for the U.S. Defence Department arrives back today, and I have tried to make his compact but adorable city apartment here in Bath as welcoming as he left it. It's a bit of a bachelor-pad and has suffered a few catastrophes while he was away - springing a massive water-leak not being the least. Not guilty.
I am sure he will be very happy - it's sunny, and he has seen his son at home in Virginia - safe and sound after his third and final tour of Afghanistan as a Marine Sergeant. Ironically, my friend had more explosives thrown at him when he was stationed as a civilian there than his son had the whole three tours, but you know how parents worry.
I saw him breathe out when he had the news that the 'boy' had finally touched down on U.S. soil. He had been holding his breath for quite a few years.