Today is the bicentenary of the birth of John Tenniel, artitst and cartoonist, noted for Punch and of course Alice in Wonderland. From the entry in Wikipedia:-
“Tenniel’s “grotesque” was one reason why Lewis Carroll wanted Tenniel as his illustrator for the Alice books, in the sense of imparting a disturbing sense that the real world may have ceased to be reliable.“
It’s Fife’s worst kept secret that the 100th new Lidl* store in Scotland will be opened here. In a marketing coup they have nobbled Burns’ Night (Day?) for the occasion, and have also, allegedly, secured the services of musician KT Tunstall for the event. KT is indeed currently working with the brand Lidl Live, and is performing in Edinburgh that same night, so the signs would appear to be in alignment. If it were needed, this is a reminder of her first performance on Jools Holland …Later.
*other supermarkets are available. Aldi’s nearest store is giving away £5 vouchers in the Press. Lastly, a song which is relevant.
One of my hopes for 2020 is that I can start to discover some new music, I’m plum tuckered out of not being able to add anything to the conversation on that topic. So, here’s a very anglophonic (I made that up) tune from a band that actually hails from Texas.
It seemed like a good idea to go to England on the day of the Rugby World Cup Final, so we found ourselves in Wakefield, after a stress free train trip with added random acts of kindness.
Our stay was in the hotel in Holmfield Park. We’ll need to go back to see the rhubarb sculpture, which I would have sought out had I known about it. The grounds were well stocked with mature trees which put on a stunning autumnal display, augmented by the fireworks display at night which we also did not see, but certainly heard.
On the Sunday we managed to get ourselves and luggage to the Hepworth Museum. This houses a permanent display of the works of Dame Barbara Hepworth, sculptor and native of the town. The building, designed by architect David Chipperfield,* sits astride the river Calder, and the full length windows in the building give excellent vistas of the river, in particular the weir. It also houses exhibitions, currently on show are works of the young David Hockney and Alan Davie. It opened in 2011 and it’s free to visit, has storage lockers and a decent café.
Trip home was also on time, and smooth. Thanks to Tickety Split and a rail card bought with Tesco points, we saved over 50% of the original cost.
*cracking pictures if you follow the arrow on this link.
As part of the on-going (and why not?) celebrations of our advanced old age, the 59ers hied to the fair environs of Glasgow on Monday, there to partake in an ethical jewellery making session, using reclaimed materials. Led by Stefanie Cheong, we spent a hugely enjoyable day learning how to choose, shape, solder and fashion our own silver rings. The day passed very quickly as we were fully involved in the creative process aided by copious cups of Earl Grey, and a lunch provided by Diana. There may also have been cake. I was genuinely intrigued to see the end products, especially as I have a rep for being fairly maladroit in these situations. My chums have a bit more flair! I’m delighted with mine, every aspect of it was of my choosing.
Once I receive a picture of me I will add one in!
Paul and I had been to Glasgow on Saturday, to see Still Game at the Hydro. We stopped off at the Riverside Museum first, and enjoyed a look round the exhibits, which spark off so many memories. We were there the weekend it opened., back in 2011. I posted pictures about it then and noted that everyone who passed the horse drawn hearse was clapping* the (fake) horses’ heads. Happy to report that the noses of these fine beasts are just about threadbare by now, seems the folk memory of cuddies in the streets runs deep.
*”clapping” is Scottish for showing tactile appreciation of an animal. “Can Ah clap yir dug, mister?”
So, à propos of nothing, here is a picture of Barbie as Darth Vader.
Sold by a firm in Dalgety Bay called darksidetoys, found when looking for something completely different. That might be serendipitous.
A conversation with my cousins recalled this song. it’s great when a childhood memory is corroborated, although quite why I would have fixated on this song is anyone’s guess, when at 6 years old this was my party piece. Sung with the excellent acoustics of the hall in Shieldhill schoolhouse, it must have been quite the venue emptier.
For some reason I have been singing this in my head for the past few days. I happen to think that the Blue Nile were peerless in their heyday, I even managed to see them perform live once. Inadvertently they were the reason why we went to hear Karen Matheson last month, and when Paul Buchanan appeared on the David Bowie tribute I was both surprised and delighted, although sad, because his vocals were a superb foil for Bowie’s work.