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Happy Christmas in Ventallo
We had the great pleasure of attending the ‘Caga Tió’ event at our Mia’s nursery on Friday. I could put subtitles on the following video, but I won’t. Suffice it to say that as they hit the logs, the children are asking it to produce presents.
Crackers
I’ve just read a newspaper account of a press conference given by Wayne LaPierre, executive vice-president of the National Rifle Association, at which he is said to have given that body’s first meaningful reaction to the horrific Newtown school shooting, America’s Dunblane. Most non-Americans don’t understand the complexities of the Second Amendment, so I’m not going to comment on Mr LaPierre’s proposal that armed guards be posted in every school in the nation, or on his comment that the only thing that will stop a bad guy with a gun is a good guy with a gun.
Instead I’ll leave it to the Mayor of New York, Michael Bloomberg, who said, ‘Instead of offering solutions to a problem they have helped create, they offered a paranoid, dystopian vision of a more dangerous and violent America where everyone is armed and no place is safe.’
I’m saying nothing either about the Association’s criticism of video games either, because I reckon they may have a point.
However when it comes to Mr LaPierre’s crackpot call for a national database of the mentally ill, I will not hold my fire. That is one of the most dangerous, evil and fascistic ideas I have ever heard, and yet it comes from a body that is said to have made campaign donations to half the members of the US Congress.
Noises off
I hear what you say, Gillian. The decision to use several readers was taken by Isis because of the structure of the book, and I was consulted on certain aspects of the casting. It was a brave call, given that it was always going to be impossible to please all of the people all of the time, and possibly any of them. For example, so far I haven’t got past the first section, because whoever else that guy is meant to sound like, he isn’t a ferocious Leither of Irish/Italian descent.
But I promise, it was a one-off. Pray for the Dying is third person, and my expectation is that Jim will be back.
Christmas cheer
I am indebted to the Herald, one of my morning newspaper reads, for the following,
‘BRUSSELS sprouts should come with a health warning after a Scot was taken to hospital when he ate too many last Christmas, it has been claimed.
The vegetable contains vitamin K, which aids blood clotting in humans but counteracts the effects of blood thinning medication.
The man from Ayrshire was prescribed anticoagulants after suffering heart failure, but doctors were mystified when he was admitted to the Golden Jubilee National Hospital in Clydebank, West Dunbartonshire, with clotting.
They could not work out why the medication did not work until they discovered he had eaten too many sprouts, according to an Australian medical journal.
Consultant cardiologist Dr Roy Gardner said: “Patients taking anticoagulants are advised not to eat too many green leafy vegetables, as they are full of vitamin K.”’
They also make one fart.
Wow
Twelve years late, I’ve just got round to watching a movie called ‘Amores Perros‘. Breathtaking.
TV or not TV
Every time I do a gig, the TV question comes up, one way or another. There’s a widespread assumption among readers that authors are keen to be snapped up for telly, 1) for the screen-time money, and 2) for the extra book sales it will generate. Yes, for a while I was that masked author, until I had first hand experience of the impact that a screen-writer can have on the characters that you created and hold dear to your heart.
I was reminded of this when I watched the Sky adaptation of Robert Wilson’s first two ‘Falcón‘ novels, under that title. My thoughts went straight to the Skinner script that was handed to me a few years back, and prompted me to buy and read the adapted works in their original form, to see how different the stories are. Currently, I am half way through the last of the quartet. They are gobsmackingly good. If you have seen the TV version and want to grasp the true meaning of the word ‘superficial’, my advice is to follow my example and read the works in their original form. If you haven’t seen the TV adaptation, don’t bother, just buy the books.
Thanks . . .
. . . to Andy Nimmo for that speedy comment. No, Andy, I was not washed anywhere by the recent North Berwick storm. In fact I wasn’t within a thousand miles of it, as we’ve been in Spain for the last week.
Things you forget: latest on the list is this . . . do not head north on the Ronda de Dalt through Barcelona at around 6:30pm on weekdays. It took us the best part of an hour to clear the city, all of it nose to tail. It was worth it in the end though,
as the weather’s been pretty decent ever since. Coffee time looms, so we’ll be heading down there again.
Mhairi Tierney
You don’t tell me who you suspect, so I can’t comment . . . not that I would, anyway.
I’ve missed me from the blog as well, but sometimes it’s good to take a break.
Queen
Another one bites the dust. Yesterday, I delivered the manuscript of the fifth Primavera novel to my friends at Headline, two months before P4, Deadly Business, hits the shops and e-stores. The current production schedule means that it won’t be published until the beginning of 2014, but it’s off my desktop. Now I can turn my attention to the new Rebus. John has been waiting patiently at the top of my reading pile for a few weeks. Almost ready, mate; soon as I finish The Blind Man of Seville.
Honouring John
http://www.scottishreview.net/GaryDickson38.shtml
This is a good idea; I’ll second this proposal, but any Bellany Gallery has to be in Port Seton, surely.
Your DL-tea is out
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-20358716
Presumption of innocence has no meaning for Bauer Media, it seems. They don’t care much about local radio either, judging by the job they’ve done in Scotland of cheapening the content of our stations and emasculating their news coverage.
Roger Budgen
Sorry about your disrupted sleep pattern. Your wife should be able to answer the question for herself; it’s there and it should be easy to work out. If not, she’ll have to wait until June 6, for I ain’t saying.
Speaking peace unto nations
With all the reviews that are going in within the BBC, perhaps someone will spare time to look at the following and ask a basic and reasonable question.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/worldservice/languages/index.shtml
Why, in this day and age, is the British broadcasting tax-payer funding services in 27 different global languages, including Hausa, Kirundi, Kyrgyz, Azeri, and a few others of which most Brits have never heard? Some of my friends tell me I should be proud of the BBC World Service, which, they say, has flown the flag for decades. However given that we are now broadcasting to countries whose only interest in that flag is as a fire-lighter, I say to them that enough is enough. If we are going to use the BBC as a means of spreading the British message abroad, surely we should focus on those countries where it is relevant, namely our European neighbours and partners, and provide services in German, Italian, Dutch, Flemish, Danish, Swedish, Czech, Polish, which currently we don’t. I don’t advocate that we do that, but I do believe the time has come for the British voice in Pashto, Nepali, Uzbek, and all the rest, to fall silent, and for the money to be put to a better use.
Fiona Graham
UK Food in the 1950s…
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* Pasta had not been invented.
* Curry was an unknown entity.
* Olive oil was kept in the medicine cabinet
* Spices came from the Middle East where we believed that they were used for embalming
* Herbs were used to make rather dodgy medicine.
* A takeaway was a mathematical problem.
* A pizza was something to do with a leaning tower.
* Bananas and oranges only appeared at Christmas time.
* The only vegetables known to us were spuds, peas, carrots and cabbage, anything else was regarded as being a bit suspicious.
* All crisps were plain; the only choice we had was whether to put the salt on or not.
* Condiments consisted of salt, pepper, vinegar and brown sauce if we were lucky.
* Soft drinks were called pop or fizzy drinks.
* Coke was something that we mixed with coal to make it last longer.
* A Chinese chippy was a foreign carpenter.
* Rice was a milk pudding, and never, ever part of our dinner.
* A Big Mac was what we wore when it was raining.
* A Pizza Hut was an Italian shed.
* A microwave was something out of a science fiction movie.
* Brown bread was something only poor people ate.
* Oil was for lubricating your bike not for cooking, fat was for cooking
* Bread and jam was a treat.
* Tea was made in a teapot using tea leaves, not bags.
* The tea cosy was the forerunner of all the energy saving devices that we hear so much about today.
* Tea had only one colour, black. Green tea was not British.
* Coffee was only drunk when we had no tea….. and then it was Camp, and came in a bottle.
* Cubed sugar was regarded as posh.
* Figs and dates appeared every Christmas, but n! o one ev er ate them.
* Sweets and confectionery were called toffees.
* Coconuts only appeared when the fair came to town.
* Black puddings were mined in Bury Lancashire.
* Jellied eels were peculiar to Londoners.
* Salad cream was a dressing for salads, mayonnaise did not exist
* Hors d\’oeuvre was a spelling mistake.
* The starter was our main meal.
* Soup was a main meal.
* The menu consisted of what we were given, and was set in stone.
* Only Heinz made beans, any others were impostors.
* Leftovers went to the dog.
* Special food for dogs and cats was unheard of.
* Sauce was either brown or red.
* Fish was only eaten on Fridays.
* Fish didn\’t have fingers in those days.
* Eating raw fish was called poverty, not sushi.
* Ready meals only came from the fish and chip shop.
* For the best taste fish and chips had to be eaten out of old newspapers.
* Frozen food was called ice cream.
* Nothing ever went off in the fridge because we never had one.
* Ice cream only came in one colour and one flavour.
* None of us had ever heard of yoghurt.
* Jelly and blancmange was only eaten at parties.
* If we said that we were on a diet, we simply got less.
* Healthy food consisted of anything edible.
* Healthy food had to have the ability to stick to your ribs.
* The only criteria concerning the food that we ate were … did we like it and could we afford it.
* People who didn\’t peel potatoes were regarded as lazy so and so’s.
* Indian restaurants were only found in India .
* A seven course meal had to last a week.
* Brunch was not a meal.
* Cheese only came in a hard lump.
* If we had eaten bacon lettuce and tomato in the same sandwich we would have been certified.
* A bun was a small cake back then.
* A tart was a fruit filled pastry, not a lady of horizontal pleasure.
* The word \”Barbie\” was a lady’s name! , not as sociated with anything to do with food.
* Eating outside was called a picnic.
* Cooking outside was called camping.
* Seaweed was not a recognised food.
* Offal was only eaten when we could afford it.
* Eggs only came fried or boiled.
* Hot cross buns were only eaten at Easter time.
* Pancakes were only eaten on Pancake Tuesday – in fact in those days it was compulsory.
* \”Kebab\” was not even a word never mind a food.
* Hot dogs were a type of sausage that only the Americans ate.
* Cornflakes had arrived from America but it was obvious that they would never catch on.
* The phrase \”boil in the bag\” would have been beyond our realms of comprehension.
* The idea of \”oven chips\” would not have made any sense at all to us.
* The world had not yet benefited from weird and wonderful things like Pot Noodles, Instant Mash and Pop Tarts.
* We bought milk and cream at the same time in the same bottle.
* Sugar enjoyed a good press in those days, and was regarded as being white gold.
* Lettuce and tomatoes in winter were just a rumour.
* Most soft fruits were seasonal except perhaps at Christmas.
* Prunes were medicinal.
* Surprisingly muesli was readily available in those days, it was called cattle feed.
* Turkeys were definitely seasonal.
* Pineapples came in chunks in a tin; we had only ever seen a picture of a real one.
* We didn\’t eat Croissants in those days because we couldn\’t pronounce them, we couldn\’t spell them and we didn\’t know what they were.
* We thought that Baguettes were a serious problem the French needed to deal with.
* Garlic was used to ward off vampires, but never used to flavour bread.
* Water came out of the tap, if someone had suggested bottling it and charging treble for it, they would have become a laughing stock.
* Food hygiene was all about washing your hands before meals.
* Campylobacter, Salmonella, E.coli, Listeria,! and Bot ulism were all called \”food poisoning.\”
* The one thing that we never ever had on our table in the fifties … elbows.
Thanks for those Fiona, I post them for general comment. Many of those match my recollection, but where I grew up, ‘pop’ and ‘fizzy drinks’ were called ‘ginger’. Also we must have been posh, because we had sprouts too, and jelly quite a lot.
Sheila Hameed
A reminder. for all those interested, of the 2013 publication schedule: Funeral Note, in mass market paperback, and Deadly Business (primavera 4) in hardback and trade paperback, both publish on January 31. Pray for the Dying, the eagerly-awaited Skinner 23, is out on June 6, again in hardback and trade versions. Signed copies can be pre-ordered though Campbell Read Books, via the link on this page.
No excuse
The BBC Trust may not want to lose its director general so soon after he took office, but it’s difficult to see how they can avoid it. ‘It wasnae me’ doesn’t cut it any more, not in this case. The McAlpine disgrace isn’t just the biggest British media shambles since the Hitler Diaries, it’s worse than that because of the vilification that has befallen the person innocently accused. He wasn’t named, but so what? In this dangerous age, when social media gossip spreads unchecked like flame through a bed of pine needles, the BBC failed lamentably in its public duty.
In such circumstances the man at the top must go. Not only is George Entwhistle, the BBC’s Director General, he is also, through his office, its editor in chief. He has no honourable wiggle room. He’s toast.
Kick it out
I’m a vociferous Scottish Nationalist, and proud of it. However I am also a senior (in age) member of a multi-racial extended family. Discrimination of any sort . . . other than in favour of good over evil . . . is anathema to me. Our skin tone is an accident of birth. So also, to an extent is our faith, but we can do something about that in later life if we choose. We all belong to the same species; we can be good people or bad people, but we’re all the same under the skin.
Thus when I read, as I have lately, of something in England called the Society of Black Lawyers, my instant reaction is that any body that defines its membership by the colour of their skin is fundamentally wrong. We’ll never create One Nation by highlighting the prejudices that militate against it.
US Kindle store
A while back, I asked for help in checking how many of my books are available in Kindle form on Amazon US. It appears that the log-jam has been broken, for as of today all of them appear to be listed, with a buy button alongside.
We are now working on Barnes & Noble.
QJ recharged
Thanks to Dr Lang and everyone else at the ERI Day Case centre who made me welcome yesterday morning, and let me loose eight hours later, complete with new pacemaker box. The procedure was so quick and efficient, that I barely knew it had begun. I still can’t figure out when the local anaesthetic was applied. They can never say exactly how long the batteries in these units will last, but as I said to the doc, if I outlast it, that will be good.

