Yesterday's Papers

Above is my one time road to retirement. Meanwhile from the Guardian: 

"Defence officials have identified at least a dozen disused oil refineries and chemical plants as possible sites to make explosives and ammunition, including Grangemouth, Southampton and Teesside.

The Ministry of Defence has been scouring Britain for places to build at least six new munitions factories as part of a £6bn programme to increase its supplies as part of a Nato-wide rearmament push.

Emails released to the Ferret website show the MoD, the Department of Business and Trade and the Health and Safety Executive believe that at least four sites at Grangemouth, where the UK’s oldest oil refinery closed earlier this year and several chemical companies have shut down, could be suitable.

Other sites include the proposed BritishVolt battery plant near Newcastle, Milford Haven oil refinery in Wales, Workington and Ulverston in Cumbria, several places on Teesside including Seal Sands, and an oil terminal on Loch Long in Scotland, close to the MoD’s underground bomb store at Glen Douglas, which is said to be the largest in Europe.

The sites were inadvertently revealed when MoD officials failed to properly redact a freedom of information response about Grangemouth, allowing the blacked-out sections to be read. The MoD apologised, admitting it had breached the confidentiality of officials and its business partners. ... "

Every so often (must be an age thing) aspects of my past life rise up from nowhere or at least get a small mention in the media. This "leak" is quite interesting if only for some of my old personal working connections with Milford Haven, Broughton Moor, Glen Douglas, Loch Long and God knows where else 😉. What goes around not only comes around but really just runs in a repeticious cycle. This is what you get when you have a succession of UK governments who don't really understand how things work in the real world, from the ground up and don't seem to know their own history.

One more thing, I've not looked at any actual papers today but the socials are quite rightly celebrating Scotland's brilliant performance last night at Hampden. Good news at last albeit it's a shame the WC is being staged in the USA - there are a lot of reasons why that seems like a bad idea to me. I hope I'm wrong on this.

8

 

I'm in a restaurant in Edinburgh. It's after lunch time has been cleared up and it's almost empty. I look down at the wooden floor. I notice a mysterious looking figure cut into the wood's surface. A lot like the figure eight. It's also framed by a square of wood that's more lightly tinted than the rest of the floor. I check  around but I don't see any other figures or lighter squares. I begin to wonder if there's something I should know, something more. An eight based sign or code perhaps. It may not even be an eight by design, just some marks that turned out that way. Table or chair leg marks. What might be going on here? All meaning is lost in the twists and curves of quite recent history. I'm standing on a reasonably firm, aged but well enough maintained wooden floor in a French themed Edinburgh restaurant and seeing what looks like a symbol of some sort - or wear and tear set in a pale square frame. That's all I really know.

Send More Cat Pics

I was just about to sit down and relax with a coffee and have a quick read of the Big Issue when Bungle the cat appeared on the scene. She quickly made herself comfortable, as cats do. So that was the end of that little idea.

Top of the Bots

I was mostly against robot checkouts in shops for the usual Luddite reasons but like everyone else I've slowly given in, not to the customer exploitation or the fabricated convenience so much as the time taken. If you've only a few items to buy, then waiting in a queue for a cashier is frustrating. The bots can be quicker. 

I realise that billionaires and their immediate serfs do not have the mundane problem of actually waiting for stuff, so they do things their way to generate "savings" and efficiency etc. mostly for shareholders benefit. So, now that we're stuck with this fine tech "solution", which supermercado checkout abomination is the best system? Be warned, I'm likely to wander in the sharing of my observations.

Aldi - Probably top: Quite cramped and small at the point of use but superfast due to Aldi's clear and very effective barcodes. Everything works 100% of the time, staff on hand and quick to check alcohol purchases etc. They just do simple ranges of stuff and I have a false sense of smooth operational efficiency going on behind the scenes that I can almost believe in, so I'm not overwhelmed or agitated in their shops. The machines don't speak, well not to me. 

Tesco - Mid/low-table finish I'd say, always busy and staff often distracted by chatting to each other, sorting out security tags on stuff or trying to fix or check those dumb scan as you shop systems - over complicated. As ever Tesco tries to do too much, a huge range and level of inventory so things seem very busy and hurried. Some of the devices talk, others remain silent. Why? Doors on fridges are a thing now, not just in Tesco to be fair, who's fucking dumb idea was that, opening doors as old folks with trolleys shuffle past? The blue chip token things are a joke by the way. Just sort out your own selections for helping the local community and while you're at it calm down with your screwy Clubcard prices.

Morrisons - Nothing to say really, bland but workable. Don't shop there very often. I like the look of their bakery and fresh stuff but seldom buy anything. Low score? I don't know.

Co-op - Weirdly designed system. No obvious scales or weight checks and noisy, random beeps for some reason, but it's quick and effective. Also speaks in a kind of "Still Game" forced Scottish accent which is wearing a bit thin when you hear it every other day. Trying hard.

Boots - Fucking dreadful. Staff always elsewhere. Try buying a giftcard sometime, not easy. Bottom.

M&S - Mid-table: Again a peculiar device design that at first seems quite baffling but I guess is effective enough. There's bit of a height thing where you have to lift items higher to scan them than in other shops. Ergonomic failure? No clear area for used shopping baskets either.

B&Q - Obviously not a supermarket but one those places where sometimes you do it yourself (DIY) and sometimes a cashier intervenes and puts your stuff through. Must be a DIY ethos thing that's not quite understood by anybody. Fine if you're not behind somebody who's building a house.

Lidl - See Aldi. A bit more grubby and even more off the wall than Aldi but has decent fresh baked goods to offer, which are quite easy to put through the robot till. Topish, sometimes stocks Smucker's Goober.

Asda - Generally OK, absolutely no frills (or thrills), usually a charity intervention at the end of scanning. No idea what an Asda card actually gets you either so I won't be bothering with that. Solid performer on the whole "meal deal" thing though, something Asda has made dead simple while Tesco's meal deal price structure is a completely incomprehensible mess of colour and codes that has resulted in near nervous breakdowns for me a few times. A higher than usual proportion of Asda customers look pretty peculiar - but that's more of a Fife thing I guess. Overall a pretty good performance. 

Waitrose - Only been once in recent times, good sourdough bread. Used a human operated till to pay.

I may have veered a little away from the core topic here from time to time but it's (mostly) my blog and that's just how it is.

Next Up: Which system is easiest to fiddle?

Wet Thursday

 

For some reason the cats did not find the prospect of a wet romp around the rain soaked garden very attractive yesterday. They are also unfamiliar with a wind from the north west so that seemed to pique them somewhat. They refused to leave the house and so did I, there's plenty of soup to slowly sup and some decent whisky inboard, so why bother? 

I'm assured by experts that the weather may be better (well warmer but more destructive) in 2026 as global warming turns this spinning platform of greed and stupidity into the basket of an air fryer that's set up to prepare chips to the red hot Scottish standard. It isn't easy knowing you're on a doomed planet that is running in a sort of slow motion loop, the circumference of which is slowly diminishing. 

Here's a parting shot of the WIP Punkicaster's finished headstock, it features a cat's paw (or some other random animal footprint) design.

Unreliable Window Cleaner

Thumb Twiddling: So we waited all day for for the window cleaner but he never did appear. The cats were of course primed and ready for his visit, they'd a cunning plan to scoot away and hide somewhere/anywhere while he hosed and brushed down our fine collection of windows. Window cleaning is yet another thing that cats don't really understand. Alas he was a no show and as yet we don't know why. I hope he's OK. 

In a fit of not having a fit I created a pot of soup. The recently burgled Co-op over by was the source of the main ingredients. It's fair to say my soup making skills are pretty basic. I've no desire to get clever with soup. Lentil or Scottish Veg are my regular creations and only in the soup season (Nov - Feb).

Since reading one of Bob Mortimer's books I've been haunted by his insistence that his mum's advice should be a key part in soup prepartion: "boil the soup, spoil the soup" she told him*. Everytime I get set up to make soup that phrase comes back to me. Before I knew better (?) I let the soup boil for a bit followed by a time of lengthy simmering. Now I can't allow a decent soup boil to take place for fear of spoiling the soup. It's become all about maintaining a carefully controlled simmer and remaining vigilant throughout. 

The thing is, before Bob's advice, when I was ignorantly over boiling the soup it mostly turned out fine, or so I thought. This is the kind of inner conflict I can do without and it illustrates perfectly the problems you get when you read books ... 😏

*I may well have mentioned this before.

Punkicaster

The Punkicaster is nearly finished but still undergoing sea trials to hopefully uncover and fix a few minor (?) problems. The final higher frets, 18 to 21 need filed down. The previous owner managed to bugger up the (adopted Chinese but mildly interesting 😉) neck by using overly long screws that have distorted the fingerboard's surface and put tiny bends into a couple of frets. Will the careful application of a small blunt file and a spurt of super glue yet again be the corrrect solution? Purists please avert your eyes. 

Now that I've got the wiring soldered and sorted that P90 sounds great. It lives and thrives on the gain pot of the Orange Tiny Terror in an exhilarating way. The obviously non-Fender Les Paul Junior pickguard is of course a tribute to the ear splitting legacy of all those battle weary Les Paul Juniors out there. It also covers up the Leslie West ash tray - if you know, you know.

So far I'm only about £50 into this "project" thanks to my old parts bin: £30 for the guitar and £20 for the pickguard, varnish and a wiring loom and I've still got the free Gator case to repair - it'll be fine after applying a £5 roll of gaffer tape from Wickes to it. The old humbucker that came with the guitar might even make a tenner on eBay some day when I can be bothered.

Mocked Up

 

Knocked up and mocked up project update: After a bit of time sorting out the body work and the neck bolts, this somewhat damaged Telecaster shaped Punkicaster is starting to take shape. I'm going with a single P90 pickup, hard tail bridge and simple as toasted cheese electrics. I've tried complicated set ups before, Gilmour switches, treble bleed mods and coil taps etc. and nice as these things are I really can't be arsed. So it's back to basics. Just letting the second coat of varnish dry and onto the next set of problems. The neck and frets might take a bit of time to get anything remotely close to being correct. Strangely the intonation was/is bang on.

Here's the "simple as toasted cheese" wiring diagram and there's no doubt, it's very simple. However I know it'll end up in a trial and error mess of soldering and trying to figure why there's only silence or why there's only crackle before I finally get to the bit where some sort of audible guitar sound is produced. At that wonderful point in the proceedings I'll be surprised but also strangely satisfied. This is mostly how I live my life.

Röntgen's Theory

 

Had a good weekend mostly, not thinking too deeply about anything, then without any warning along came the spectre of science. That's "SS" to the uninitiated (but not like the other WW2 SS). It just entered the sanctum of the inner chat, kicked the door shut behind it, poured a coffee from the jug, grabbed a Kit-Kat, sat down and completely took over and hi-jacked the silent conversation. Another one of those unpredictable, wondering mind things.

When Mrs Röntgen first saw an X-Ray of her own hand she exclaimed, "I have seen my own death!" How apt but also quite odd. This isn't a photo of her hand either (it was taken a few days later) but I imagine her hand was similar.

X-Rays are a bit like human flight or harnessing electricity. Things that might seem somehow impossible, almost unearthly - but they're not, just science. They just need some intervention to create a mix of the right things to be put together in the correct circumstances to allow them to function in whatever way they can to be made useful. It's all wonderful at the time but we quickly take tech advances for granted once they operate within our daily lives, quickly becoming normal and unseen. Shadows and light ...

Another Guitar Project

"For your project" is such an annoying description to use. I don't quite know why but it just sounds pretentious. To be clear this project isn't a project, it's a rescue. The battered and broken hulk in the pic is either my latest mistake or just another wonky bit of divine inspiration. Bought for buttons in an eBay Friday evening's mind warped moment and it came with a free fully repairable Gator case that's probably worth more than the guitar. 

All of the above are signs of baseless optimism and time wasting, some might unkindly think or say. I still have a (limited and deluded) vision of how nice it will turn out*. Note the early application of super glue and cotton wool in order to fill and resize badly placed holes - once the mixture is dry you can actually drill right into them, it's as tough as Russian steel I tell you. The ultra reliable Dremel must not, will not fail.

*You may never see or hear of this again. 😑

Can't Stand The Guardian

 

But it's better than the gaslit BBC news output (wonder what's on CNN, ITV and Sky?): When I say that I can't stand the Guardian what I really mean is that I can't stand the Guardian because while I mostly agree with the editorial stances it takes on news and issues etc. I'm also exhausted. What I see and read is somehow drowned out by the memory of similar articles I've read in the past and forever nodded along with ... but now I seem unable to take anymore stuff in. Nobody pays attention to reasoned bits of opinion or advice and that's nobody's fault but everyone's.

I've decided that my head is full up and nothing anyone says or does or writes in the Guardian, however accurate or eloquent, ever fixes anything. Apart from the usually terrible news, the recipes, reviews, opinions and reader's lettuce* only form up as salads of buzzy words that I can no longer chew upon. It all washes over me like a warmish and bland, feeble kind of mayo. I do like about 50% of the cartoons though and the odd celeb fave tunes list. These odd lists are of no real use to anyone but they can mask the bleakness of the headlines and reported life outside. Life can be a terrible thing and of course all power is tyranny. In my lighter moments I mostly stare into space and suck frozen Kit-Kats.

*a green vegetable.

Velvet Revolvers

Revisionist theories: As a teenager my musical taste was formed around the Beatles and Stones records that I'd grown up with - much like most 60s teens. Top of the Pops and Ready Steady Go. Noisy guitar bands were my thing. At about age fifteen I discovered the album and so did everyone else, there was a shift in our listening world. Singles were so old hat, we needed more headroom. Cream, Led Zep, CSNY, Hendrix, Yes and Pink Floyd ruled my somewhat narrow taste in the airwaves. Then one day a friend passed me a copy of the Velvet Underground & Nico. It didn't quite fit with me, no love, no peace, strange spikey tunes and dark lyrics but I didn't give up on them. Slowly I decided I liked it and listened to more of their stuff. 

By 1975 however I was over all that, the Bowie, Roxy and Lou Reed catalogue was too arty and just wasn't relaxing enough and I was no early adopter of punk either. I listened to Little Feat, Zappa, Poco, Steely Dan and eventually drifted into full dad rock proper because I was actually a dad and late night radio, long joint-fueled listening parties, gigs and festivals were things of the past. What fun. By '78ish the Fisher-Price years had arrived. I had a cottage to renovate, a dodgy car to keep on the road and hungry mouths to feed, all on my shipyard wages.

So now 50+ years later I'm hearing and playing (Capital Models to thank for this) more Lou Reed and Velvet's tunes and I'm kinda liking them. Sweet Jane has resurfaced (see a previous post) and that riff is probably one of the best four chord guitar bashers ever. Rock and Roll is a proper gem of a song despite the weird lyrics, Perfect Day is just about the perfect ballad to reflect on down at heel reality and personal despair and Satellite of Love is just a strange, abstract, meaningless but wonderful bit of rock fluff. Nice to catch up with the past.

A Bridge Too Far

Rainy day today: The one piece bridge and tail-piece design on Les Paul and SG Jnr guitars is troublesome. It's clunky, hard to intonate and set, difficult to replace the strings because of the top wrap/winding, almost impossible to adjust the action and just another thing to have to bother with, which nobody needs. This guitar came with a Wilkinson one-piece that actually is made up of about a dozen bits including screws and hex bolts. Very fiddley too.

I replaced it with another model with adjustable string settings but found it to be awkward and more clunky than the original Wilkinson. So it ended up being taken off. There are other solutions out there but the best come in at around £50, imported from the States and perhaps not quite worth the punt. I then decided to try to fit a separate bridge and tail-piece. 

Looking on line there are loads of options (Les Paul and SG standard configurations) but the dimensions available don't fit with the Jnr. style bridge drill holes and I didn't want mess up that part of the guitar. So I found a basic "SG" style tail-piece on eBay for £4.50 and stuck with the old bridge and cut out the need to top wrap - as in the pics. The old set up had a huge strain on it when the strings were tight and I could see it lean into the neck direction when tuned up. 

This new, cheap and cheerful arrangement removes the strain and makes the bridge a bit easier to adjust (not much but I'm going to fine tune as I go). Of course nothing looks straight or lines up because of the odd  angles the intonation requires. So overall it's better, not perfect but better. Perhaps I've spoiled the cleaner looks but I think my solution isn't too bad. There are some howler examples on line, one guy resolved the problem by adapting a bottle opener as a tail-piece. I'm forever saying that the struggle is real but ...

In other news, unfortunately this is probably a snapshot of the real struggle:

Machine Heads

Necks please: The bonfire of the guitar related projects slowly grumbles on. That's how older men approach their hand crafted challenges and visionary successes, with a shrug and a grumble (and a deeper understanding of the limits of their imagination, skills and patience). Any old dream will do and yes but no it will never be "quite right". Life's activities are filled with many moving parts, most of which are determined not to move in the ways that you'd want them to. But I've learned to operate in peace and harmony within a mostly chaotic universe. Also you should never begin a sentence with the word "but".

P.S. After less than a week of ownership and solid blocks of use, the Amazon (Basics) mouse is still performing far better than any random small rodent scooped out of the bottom of a garden hedge would if thrust into a similar role.

And There You Have It

spellingmistakescostlives (they're on some of those social media sites you know - and they shared this recently): 

"The Zionist myth that Israeli settlers "made the desert bloom" is as inaccurate and racist as the myth that Israel was a "land without a people for a people without a land".⁠
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As we can see in Gaza and the West Bank, the process of stripping the land of its people, and reducing cultivated land to slashed and burned wasteland, requires extensive, brutal violence. Olive groves that have been propagated for centuries are torn down by Israeli settlers, water sources are filled with concrete, and farmers are driven from their homes.⁠
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In the 1948 Nakba, at least half of the Arab population of Palestine, (700,000 people,) were driven from their homes, and forbidden from returning. Villages were razed, and archaeological sites destroyed. There has been a deliberate attempt by the Israeli state to make its claim of a "land without a people" a retrospective reality. As they will attempt to do with Gaza, after this Second Nakba.⁠
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According to Decolonizing Palestine: "The vast majority of cultivated agricultural land in Israel today was already being cultivated by Palestinians before their ethnic cleansing... On the eve of the 1948 war, around 739,750 acres of land were being cultivated by Palestinians. These cultivated lands were so vast, that they were “greater than the physical area which was under cultivation in Israel almost thirty years later.” The agricultural core of the Israeli state consists of cultivated farmland that was stolen from Palestinian refugees after their ethnic cleansing."⁠
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Colonial ideology has always needed to believe that conquered peoples were idle, ignorant and backwards, unable to manage their own resources, and always requiring Western intervention to improve and utilize the land beneath their feet. The more we learn about the civilisations that European colonialism has destroyed, the more we see that we were simply importing our own ignorance into these nations, alongside our violence and disease. The people who lived there before we arrived knew all too well how to live in their own land.⁠"

Halloween

31st October: The wreckage of a Tim Horton's breakfast. Fast food wrappings. It seemed to cost £1.69 though there was a little more to the pricing structure - a free breakfast with a hot drink. But wait, this not a food review and I've no complaints about TH, it is what it is. Ignore the various food themed pictures that appear on other pages too. Those ready meals and stir fry chicken compositions are of no significance. They simply exist to mask dark secrets. There you have it. However I am not at liberty to reveal anything due to a long standing and reasonably lucrative contract I once made with the Devil (himself). None of that makes me all that bothered about Halloween either, that's just for the dull muggles and the deluded. You're being played. Enjoy your evening. We're not really watching you so calm down.

Still Life

Still life with strawberries and coffee whilst listening to the Cowboy Junkies version of Sweet Jane. I once had a girlfriend called Jane and was constantly ribbed by my pals about her. They used the song to annoy me, "Sweet Jane, yeah yeah!" In pubs, on the top deck of buses, walking down the street, they'd burst into tuneless singing and point. That's how it was. When she finally chucked me (quite correctly but in awkward circumstances), the Sweet Jane torment continued. I was in therapy for years - no it didn't and no I wasn't. Life still goes on.

Orange Orange

They sent me some pictures to hang but I don't own any walls. The first world but in a minus universe. Which philosopher do you still have a crush on these days? Inflamable or infallible? I'm allergic to the cream that might cure my skin and that stresses me out which only inflames the skin problem. There used to be an internet character called "Annoying Orange" - those were the days but maybe not the days. Their love was mostly unspoken, all because of creeping hearing loss. It was the wrong macaroni and cheese but it tasted just right. If they ever rise up and burn down the White House it won't be white anymore, just the charred remains, the Charred House. Why is today International Animation Day? I'm just not feeling particularly animated right now.

Optics of Whisky

Wonderous stories: I do wonder why a basic computer mouse's cable, supplied by our good friends at Amazon, needs to be about four feet long. Who has arms this length and why would you ever need to be that distance away from your computer/laptop and wouldn't you just use a wireless mouse if you did need to be some distance from said device? Life is full of sweet mysteries like this. The cable is not only too long but also annoyingly kinky, not in a good way.

Another one that I'm encountering is where exactly is the spell checker that used to be on the blogger app? I know the actual full checker disappeared some time ago but up until recently mispelled words were underlined in red. This was very helpful for uneducated monkeys like me and now I have full blown spell checker paranoia. This cannot go one. I may well have to resort to asking some AI squiggle where the old google spelly thing is, or has it been axed in some low level economy drive that nobody asked for? We'll find out downstream.

At the moment I'm enjoying fine whisky now and again, served in fancy glasses, here's one I may swallow later in the day.

Dietary Reasons

Famous Fish and Chips: If you're feeling a little fragile inside it may be down to allergic reactions or some dietary reasons. I don't know what the differences are and I've done no research. Luckily I'm not affected by this. I can eat what I like, pretty much. So I do - a very crispy and crunchy offering like this. When your just exploring the over 70 landscape but also wandering aimlessly down Sniper Alley everyday, why would you do anything else?

Psychic spies from China or exotic yogurt drinks from Korea?

You need to choose.

Life in a modern cafe: In the toilets there's a mural based around the antics of Mario, the world's most notorious Italian plumber, however I can't quite remember the name of the cafe. Black Dog, Black Sheep Dog, Black Coffee, Black Mamba ...