Friday, October 02, 2026

FRIDAY MUSIC: Angels of Venice, by JD

Angels Of Venice is a Californian harp, flute and cello group founded by harpist Carol Tatum in 1993. The group’s core sound is harp, flute and cello but also combines Middle Eastern, medieval and neoclassical styles.

The official members of Angels Of Venice are:
Carol Tatum - harp, composer, producer
Cathy Biagini - cello
Susan Craig Winsberg - flute
Suzanne Tang - flute
Irina Cherkova - cello
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angels_of_Venice

You can read more about Angels Of Venice on their web page. https://www.angelsofvenice.com/bio

Angels of Venice- Nothing else matters

Angels Of Venice - After The Harvest

Angels of Venice Lionheart

Angels of Venice - Pachelbel’s Canon

Angels Of Venice-China Moon

Tuesday, September 29, 2026

Modern echoes of Roman Britain

Robin Fleming’s “Britain After Rome” begins with a sketch of our pre-410 AD history as a colony of the Roman Empire.

For a couple of centuries we had a disproportionately large share of Rome’s imperial legions. To support it there were massive imports of basic supplies but also a privately-run trade in luxuries carried (for free?) in the same ships. Towns sprang up, complete with public amenities such as baths and basilica.

Then in the third century the Empire had increasing problems with barbarian tribes on its borders. The armed forces in Britain were scaled back and redeployed on the Continent. Less wine and olive oil here, more beer and butter; less foreign pottery, more locally made Samian ware.

Things stabilised in the fourth century but did not return to the prosperity of old times. Towns withered and their population declined; the baths and basilica available to the better sort of Romano-British ceased to operate.

But disparity in wealth grew. Fine big villas were built, some within the areas vacated in the towns. A fortunate minority had private bathing pools in their mansions, and reception rooms designed to impress visitors and business associates with their classical mosaics, pictures and fabrics. This was the age of bureaucrats and administrators, living in a bubble protected from the great unwashed outside.

Until the Empire fell.

“History does not repeat itself, but it rhymes.” 

Sunday, September 27, 2026

Cooking Fat: cats being disgusting

The fat item who has been sponging off us for years has rewarded us with a technicolour yawn not once but twice in recent days.

First I came down to the kitchen to make the morning brew and there along the fortunately wipe-clean floor were what you might call “islands in the stream.” Much kitchen roll and antibac, floor mop after. Perhaps cats were sent to make us houseproud.

Yesterday I’m shaving upstairs and hear a rhythmic hoicking down in the hallway. Shouting from a distance stops nothing. This time the gift was on the mat under the radiator, so a paper towel scoop-up and the mat flung into the washing machine sorted it. That was easy, hey?

This morning it’s tea time again and I am about to check the shower in the garden room so put my feet into the worn old deck shoes I keep under the stairs and use as slippers. Or rather, my right foot. Squelch. Round Two. There it is, inside and outside, on the carpet offcut and a bit on the vacuum cleaner hose. Scoop scoop, wipe wipe, spray spray. Shoes now bumping in the washing machine; we’re still uncertain whether we can launder the offcut.

Isn’t nature wonderful?

Friday, September 25, 2026

FRIDAY MUSIC: Dion DiMucci, part 2, by JD

Yes, we have featured Dion previously from his ‘doo wop’ days in the fifties with The Belmonts. He is now 87 and believe it or not he is still singing and making records. His most recent record is “Rock and Roll Philosopher” released last year (2025). He is singing as well as if not better than ever. So here is another selection, some new and some old but showing how he embraces all styles of American music.

https://diondimucci.com/career/

Dion Dimucci- Written On A Subway Wall

And The Night Stood Still

I Can’t Help But Wonder Where I’m Bound

Dion - “Abraham, Martin And John” - Official Music Video

King of the New York Streets Live at The Town & Country Club 26 2 1990

I like my nostalgic visits to the golden olden days of melodic music!

Thursday, September 24, 2026

War with Russia: before the bullshit tsunami hits

It’s only the other side that does propaganda and our government is stepping up to protect us from it. So PM Burnham has just told the UN that we are setting up a new National Centre for Information Defence.

Already some are dubbing it “Mini Truth” after Orwell’s corporate fountainhead of lies in “1984” and so Defence Secretary Wes Streeting insists that it will not be used for “policing domestic political dissent.” He doesn’t say that we do that already by other means including plodettes rapping your front door merely for viewing a social media post.

That doesn’t go far enough for Paul Richards, Labour commentator, speechwriter, erstwhile Parliamentary candidate and currently the treasurer of the subversive-socialist Fabian Society. Richards says:

“The British will rise to greatness against Russia. We would have to lock a few people up….pro-Russian voices, people who say there isn’t a threat, don’t fight for your country, that don’t go to war for Burnham.“

“Rise to greatness”… authentic meaningless bullshit. But then he’s a speechwriter.

We’re not yet at war with Russia, formally. How, I don’t know, given what we’re already doing for and in Ukraine. Time was we had the decency to declare a war before we started fighting it.

But once it’s “game on” what fun will the Government have with us! Decades of starving our armed forces have left us unable to tackle a paw-shaking kitten abroad but woe unto any placard-waver who protests at home.

Perhaps this is why so many prisoners have been released early; the authorities say it is because of overcrowding and yet we have found space for 38,000 illegal immigrants in the twelve months to June 2026. Make my hotel a three-star, please; no allergies but I prefer not to eat shellfish.

Forewarning: if Burnham, Richards and the rest of our neo-Brownshorts decide to get seriously tough on dissidents and I can’t get to the airport in time, look out for my jingoistic support for any appalling crime HMG chooses to inflict on our people. My codeword to tell you that I don’t mean a word of it will be “Eulalie” meaning “up yours, Spode-Burnham, Spode-Richards…”

… and, tragically, Spode-Rees-Mogg. Surely this sober Catholic Conservative grandee cannot have fallen for the murderous war hysteria - “Who would not weep, if Atticus were he?” But he has:

“In the next few years we may face a war. And if we face a war, we will need people who will join the armed services and who will go out and do their duty (...) people have to die to save their country as they did in the First and Second World Wars.”

Ah now, that opens a can of worms. In each of those cases we were the ones to declare war on Germany and in neither case had the Germans been previously intent on destroying us; their eyes were turned eastwards.

Our twentieth century wars have brought us to our present sorry state, close to collapse even before the “intermittent drizzle of malignant robots” begins. And for why, this inhuman destruction of human happiness and prosperity?

Geopolitics.

I shall trace the history of this cartographers’ slaughter mission in another post.

Unless I am prevented, in which case “Eulalie!”

Saturday, September 19, 2026

THE 20MPH SCAM: WHY BIRMINGHAM IS BEING SOLD A PIG IN A POKE. by Rafan Beg


I’ve spent over sixteen years behind the wheel of an HGV. Five, six days a week, up and down this country’s road network. Not tramping, mind, I go home most nights. But I know Britain’s roads better than most people ever will, and I know exactly what a genuine road safety measure looks like versus what gets dressed up as one.

Birmingham’s proposed blanket 20mph plan is the second kind. I’m calling it what it is: the 20mph scam.

A consultation designed not to be found.

Here’s where it starts. Birmingham City Council has a legal duty to consult residents before rolling out significant speed limit changes across the city. Fine. That’s how it should work.

But ask around. Ask your neighbours, your mates on the school run, the bloke at the corner shop, whether they know a consultation is even happening, and where. Most won’t have a clue.

The process has been buried in council documents, spread across different pages, framed in language that reads like it was written to be skimmed past rather than understood.

I don’t think that’s an accident.

A consultation that’s hard to find and harder to follow doesn’t get participation. Low participation then gets quietly read back as public acceptance. That’s not democracy, that’s a tactic, and it’s one we’ve seen before.

Three petitions, one council that won’t listen.

To their credit, politicians across the spectrum have seen this coming and tried to do something about it. Cllr Shehryar Kayani of the Workers Party of Britain has launched his own petition, calling for a balanced approach: proper road maintenance, evidence-led limits assessed road by road, transparent data, and real consultation before anything further gets imposed. Not anti-safety, just anti-blanket-rule-with-no-evidence-behind-it.

The Conservatives have their own petition running. Reform have set one up too. Different parties, different politics, same conclusion: this scheme, as it stands, isn’t right.

Add up the engagement across all three and I’d put money on it outstripping whatever the council’s own official consultation manages to pull in.

And here’s the part that should make every resident furious: it won’t matter. The council will run its process, technically tick the consultation box, and push the scheme through regardless of how loudly residents across the political spectrum reject it.

That’s the real scam.

Not the speed limit itself, the pretence of listening.

Evidence from somewhere else entirely.

Dig into what the council is actually citing to justify this, and here’s the kicker: it isn’t even Birmingham evidence. It’s drawn from studies and data sets from other cities, other road networks, other traffic patterns entirely, dressed up and applied here as if Birmingham’s roads, Birmingham’s traffic, Birmingham’s specific accident data, don’t matter enough to justify the policy on their own terms.

If you’re going to reshape how an entire city drives, the evidence should come from that city. Anything less isn’t evidence-led policy. It’s policy looking for evidence to back it up after the decision’s already been made.

What the Highway Code actually says, from someone who lives by it.

I want to bring some professional experience into this, because I think it gets lost in the shouting on both sides.

The Highway Code sets out a hierarchy of road users. Think of it as a pyramid: those who can do the greatest harm, the biggest vehicles, carry the greatest responsibility to protect those most at risk, pedestrians, cyclists, children.

That’s not up for debate. It’s right, and every HGV driver worth their licence knows it and drives by it every single day.

But here’s the thing about that hierarchy: it already exists. It’s already the law. Every driver on this country’s roads is already bound by it, already held to it, and when something goes wrong, already investigated for it.

When there’s a serious collision, it gets properly investigated. Fault gets established. If a driver is found responsible and survives, they’re punished - licence, courts, the lot.

If a fatality occurs and the driver’s at fault, that detail is not usually published out of respect for the person who died, but make no mistake, it’s known, it’s on record, and consequences follow.

So my question is simple.

If Birmingham genuinely has a serious problem with dangerous driving on its roads, where’s the enforcement? Where are the police?

A blanket speed limit change doesn’t touch the driver doing 50 in a 20 zone, they’ll do 40 in a 20 zone just the same.

What actually stops dangerous driving is dangerous driving being caught, investigated and punished. That’s policing, not paint on a road sign.

Punishing the many for the few.

That’s the heart of why I call this a scam. It takes the failures of a tiny minority of dangerous drivers and uses them to justify restricting every single driver in this city, the overwhelming majority of whom drive carefully, responsibly, and already operate under a legal duty to protect the people around them.

That’s not road safety policy. That’s a blunt instrument being swung at everyone because it’s administratively easier than doing the harder, more targeted work: fixing the roads that are falling apart, funding proper enforcement, and holding the small number of genuinely dangerous drivers to account instead of restricting the many who already drive right.

Birmingham residents, whatever your politics, deserve better than that. This needs fighting, properly, and it needs fighting now, before the council gets to quietly point at a technically-completed consultation and say the decision’s already made.

Friday, September 18, 2026

FRIDAY MUSIC: Dulce Pontes, by JD

Dulce José Silva Pontes is a Portuguese songwriter and singer who performs in many musical styles, including classical music, pop and folk. She is usually defined as a world music artist. Her songs contributed to the 1990s revival of Portuguese urban folk music called fado.

https://universalmusic.pt/artista/dulce-pontes/

Canção Do Mar Dulce Pontes (legendado) HD

Carlos Núñez & Dulce Pontes - El Cant dells Ocells (Directo Sta. María del Mar, Barcelona) 1997

Dulce Pontes “Indios da Meia-Praia”

“Nada te turbe” Dulce Pontes

Dulce Pontes & Banda da Armada - O Amor a Portugal