Hyde Park Moonshine

Well, you learn something everyday. Was cultivating friendship last nite at a party in Hyde Park when we did partake of Hyde Park Moonshine, to wit Pimms, Rum and Lemonade. Sip it! Don’t sink it! Or you will end up talking to God on the porcelain telephone again. I am too old for this…. My fault for drinking vodka with a Finn I suppose…. Cheers Han and Amy if you are reading this.

The Joy of Socs! (part one of an occsaional series)

Ah Societies Fayre! And indeed the Student Experience! The University of Leeds has probably the greatest range of non sports societies for any University in these Islands.



As Scotty would have said “Ye CANae change the Laws of PHYSOCs Jim!”



Ah Conservative Future, still rather colourful despite Jason Sender having repatriated himself, hi Jason if you are reading this! he was doctored first....





Well, they are the jollier sort of people…. Save a war! Not a Hospital or School or indeed a Russell Group University. Funny how Blairite their policy on war and occupation is…..

And now a bit of Pink, not a Conservative Lady as far as I can tell. But you never know…..

european geography (part one)

I was watching “A Bridge Too Far” and it opens with a caption “ARNHEM, HOLLAND”. As it turns out I had a big atlas next to me so paused and looked on the map. Would you believe it Arnhem is in Gelderland not Holland at all….

Bluebell with Bandanna

a bit to small for me alas

All About Swinging

Got a message at myspace from a chap. My reply is below, I thought it was pretty good so will post to blog. If anyone knows all about swinging feel free to enlighten me.

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hi

> Just thought I'd send a message to say that I like your mean 'n moody stare!

news to me, but thanks anyway

> Tell me more about swinging!

what i know could no doubt be written on the back of a postage stamp so here goes.

one email contact said that there is a difference between swinging and wife swapping, but since single chaps aren't welcome anyway, it all seems to amount to the same thing.

Perhaps one day i will finally produce the sexual hierarchy flowchart, with smug married monos (including the respectably gay, the respectably gay looking down on the respectably hetro no doubt) looking down on the polyamorous, in turn looking down on swingers, in turn looking down on single men, especially terminally single men.

blessed be

Bluebell

Once a Blogger!

A fellow blogger a few months ago referred to my “abandoned blog”. Eh?!?!?

No, I have not the slightest intention of abandoning my blog. Where I go months without posting it is because I am horrendously depressed, ill and low in energy. I have a lot more to say. Attention. We are dying in spirit through lack of it.

Once a Blogger! Always a Blogger!

Two Wheels Good!

Perhaps, if I have the energy I will do a longer blog post about this year’s Northern Green Gathering, if not not. But for now, proof positive that I cycled all the way there and all the way back.



Observant readers (or reader would be a fine thing) of this blog will notice the Northern Green Pixie herself sipping one of her rose hip wines, one of the tastiest home made wines I have ever tasted. Herewith another picture of Gael



anyway, surprised more greenies did not cycle all the way, are Merrick and I a dying breed of cycle fetishists in the Green movement?

Splashdown Again!

I forget when I left the site of the Northern Green Gathering (aka Hippies Up North) yesterday, I think it was 1633 hhrs. Got safely back home to Old Blighty (Armley, Leeds) at about 2210. Not bad! It was a wonderful experience cycling. Glad my tyre survived the journey, had to pull two thorns out of it and fix 2 punctures before setting off, took me ages. Oh the hazards of the countryside.

I needed a holiday after Crowbar 2! I might just have had the holiday I needed, special thanks to NGG Wellbeing crew.

Camping times

Well, after Crowbar 2, I need a holiday!!!! JAH willing will put in an appearance at the northern green gathering.

Pictures from Hourne Farm

I originally planned to upload these pics with any commentry I felt moved. I hope to publish another post about what I did down in Sussex, but for now, perhaps a picture can paint a thousand words. I certainly learned that in art history. A few of the pics I am having difficulty rotating at the photobucket, so they will come later.



In the refrectory.




Contemplation of Lentil Soup



a path leading somewhere, a parable of life perhaps



The Mosaic in the yard



This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius!



A view of Sussex



The Swans



The swans from a distance



A vision of the New Jerusalem!



Behind the stable



Goethe, yer man!



Inside the Goethe Room



Musicians! And singers



The Open Space Timetable



Rise Up Singing!



Heather’s Café Choco Celtica!



Dodgy Quaker types………..



Firepit



Bluebell’s David Beckham sarong



Group Photo from the firepit



Michael’s Birthday



the last supper, or dinner



Chocolate cake



Orlando looking perplexed



DON’T MESS WITH THE CHEF!!



In the main meeting room. Who’s that fat bastard?




Everyone’s gone home



bluebell (endymion non-scriptus) again





The Library



Even a section on sex and marriage, popular subject!

Bluebell the Photographer (part 2)

A few weeks ago I wandered round the Aviaries in Armley. It was a hot sunny day and I took the following pictures.

Dodging Bombs and Bullets

Ello Fellow Creatures.

Well, I safely got to Hourne Farm and back and spent 6 days there at Community Building in Britain's "Facilitating Ourselves" gathering. It was held at Hourne Farm (or should that be Hourne Funny Farm) near Crowborough in Sussex, hence often referred to as Crowbar 2.



It was only passing through London on the way out that I kept hearing things about do not leave packages unattended due to the heightened security situation. Indeed at Victoria Coach and Underground Stations, such a reminder we got every two minutes.



But get a load of this! Boarded my coach at Victoria and the driver says that due to the heightened security thingy, we were to switch off all mobile phones, personal steroes and lap top computers. Failure to do so could result in being escorted off the coach by the Police. Driver subsequently tells us that some British Muslims from Leeds had been arrested on suspicion of terrorism, and that all our baggage would be searched by the police (some of them armed) when we arrived in Leeds. If we did arrive in Leeds that is, assuming there was no bomb on the coach….. Pretty spooky really. I did feel angry that the said terrorist suspects were described as muslims, I really do not see what difference it makes what religious profession terrorist suspects have. Or, more to the point, Al-Qaeda is a perversion of Islam, or as one muslim put it, terrorism has the same relationship to Islam as adultery has to marriage.

Anyway, as my coach was due to arrive in Leeds after the off licence was closed, I had scored a couple of cans of cider. I was going to need it. I was still in an altered state after Crowbar 2. And to be honest I still am! I am having the time of my life! Or rather I would be if I were not having spasms of that undiagnosed physical pain in my right cheek! Aghhh!!!!

So, likesay, prayed that we would arrive safely in Leeds and that our encounter with the Fuzz would be just part of life's rich tapestry. I had some anxiety that National Express terms and conditions re alcohol mite have included stuff in the bottom of the rucksack. Still, anti terroism police are not supposed to be looking for a can of cider or two.

And when we got to Leeds, nothing, no Police, armed or unarmed.

Got home, checked my Republican Mail, shut door to my room, opened cans of strongbow and wrote in my diary "Splashdown". An unforgettable trip if nothing else. More later.

Saving the Planet (Part One of an occasional series?)

“In and through true community lies the SALVATION of the world!”



Does anyone apart from me just feel it to be true?



I am running on empty, in severe pain, and of course am very depressed.

Very excited about attending, or still hoping to attend “Facilitating Ourselves” gathering, community building on the model of M Scott Peck and facilitating of such community. I think so anyway. Hold The Fort!