Wednesday, December 30, 2015

A slight change of direction as we appear to be commemorating death and this is how my mates and I first met Lemmy Kilmister.

It would have been the early eighties and it may have been Dingwalls, a club that hosted many fine bands in its time and one of our regular haunts. A group of us, all scruffy looking bikers and punks were there to see some band and one of our group, Max, was seriously addicted to space invaders, asteroids, etc... Max was competing with a couple of people on one game when we were joined by Lemmy. Both he and Max played and competed with each other for the next half hour or so. Max won with the best score - Lemmy told him to fuck off! A result as far as we were concerned and Max wore that accolade with honour. In many respects Max was a genuine 1% biker. He hadn't washed for three years, rode a bike like a demon possessed and how he was never killed I'll never know plus he had an attitude of not giving a fuck. So he wasn't fazed by status or celebrity and he genuinely did not know who Lemmy was until we informed him. Very much two peas in a pod although Max had no interest in music beyond a liking for Michael Jackson's music! Wearing an Abba t-shirt to a heavy metal gig was Max's forte. The last I heard Max is very much alive and kicking, father of countless kids and living in the Home Counties somewhere bringing them up. I had seen Motorhead a couple of times including one time where I was under the influence of pharmaceuticals and decided to place my head in the speaker at their gig at The Rainbow theatre. No wonder my hearing is terrible.
R.I.P. Lemmy... I'll keep the music turned up loud... Nowadays I have to!

Incidentally, THIS is the link to the Rainbow Theatre and it's fascinating checking out the gig lists. I now know what date I saw The Who supported by the Q Tips, The Stranglers and UB40 and  Nils Lofgren. Oddly enough, I preferred the clubs and pubs of Camden Town and central London (Marquee) for live music rather than the Rainbow. I could weep looking at the bands I missed out on seeing play live. C'est la vie...


Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Poor old Molly made her final journey this afternoon as I arranged an appointment with the vet. She examined her and she agreed that with failing kidneys, very little appetite and continuing weight loss it would be kinder to put her to sleep. I said my last goodbyes to her and that was it. Below is a photo of her in happier days. We had her for nearly thirteen years and she was anything between 8 and 12 years old when we rescued her. A hard decision to make but she is no longer in pain and discomfort.

Sadly, our sole canine resident Sandy isn't too well either as her cough has increased since she finished her medicines. I will be booking her in for further tests because I still believe it might be an ailment we can provide a remedy for. Happily, she still goes for walks, greedily steals food from the cats unless we watch her and she continues to show interest in life. I am off to get very drunk...

                                  Rest in Peace old girl...

Friday, December 25, 2015

                                                   Merry Christmas!

A traditional Christmas in the Catto household with presents opened this morning, I made breakfast as Mrs C prepared the main meal and then playing around with the various gifts. The feast presented and enjoyed a short while ago and we are all slumped in respective chairs enjoying the traditional post dinner nap. Even the beasties apart form Molly* are satiated with scraps and trimmings. I am enjoying a glass of vintage Port and feeling very comfortable in the knowledge that I now the next ten days off work.  So I will wish you all a very Merry Christmas and I hope you also have a peaceful one.

*Poor old Molly has taken to sleeping around the clock and she has lost interest in food. She will sleep on my lap and purr away but, apart form a slow wander to her water bowl and occasional accepting a titbit of food, she is finally on her last legs. She is comfortable but I have to make the decision about taking her to the vet next week. I don't think she is in pain but she has lost weight and she is fading away. It does seem she has given up on life but I will monitor her day by day.

Saturday, December 12, 2015

We had our works Christmas party yesterday and it was a great success. It is a sign of  my getting older that I left the others to party on as they headed for Cleethorpes and I headed for home by 6 p.m. The plus side is that I was up at six this morning, walked the dog, tidied the garden, shopped and breakfasted all by 10 a.m. I was invited to attend the local biker venue last night to see 'Bad Manners' by a friend but having seen him thirty years ago he really isn't my cup of tea. However, we have booked tickets to see 'The Choir Boys' next March and plan to see more bands over the next year. Use it or lose it as the club needs our support and I had my fill of stadiums twenty years ago, hence my desire to keep the small venue going.

I still have some presents to buy and post some cards which I will do this afternoon. The presents will be gift cards for M & S, etc... as that's the most common request from family members. Food shopping will be completed next weekend and as always, enough for Christmas itself and not the several trolley loads I have seen lined up at the checkouts. We have had to remove baubles from the tree because the young cats just cannot leave them alone and decorations have also had to be returned to the box. Happily, they aren't interested in the lights so they can remain.
I shall away now as the weather looks 'interesting' out there.


Tuesday, December 01, 2015

I have been a Sherlock Holmes fan for over forty five years. Reading the stories from borrowed library books and then buying my own copies when I earned money from part-time employment whilst still at school. Frequent trips via the Red Bus Rover ticket when I was a nipper to Baker Street to gaze upon the street during the early seventies. This all came to mind when I stumbled across this on the net.

I remember going to see the play at the Richmond Theatre in September 1988. I never met Jeremy Brett although I did meet and have a brief chat with the delightful Edward Hardwicke. I have to admit that Jeremy Brett's portrayal of Sherlock Holmes is, for me, the definitive portrayal of the great detective. For a while I collected Sherlock Holmes stories and pastiches as well as various DVDs including the Basil Rathbone movies. I enjoy the Cumberbatch programmes but in my view he is not Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock Holmes is forever associated with a time, place and particularly a state of mind and imagination. That is not the early 21st century although it is fun to see it done and it is enjoyable all the same. Good escapist nonsense as was the original Conan Doyle stories and escapism is much needed in the current madness of the modern world and an increasingly worrying future.

As I am currently off sick from work I shall indulge in a feast of Sherlock Holmes and some M R James this afternoon whilst enjoying the delights of Vick's vapour rub and Lemsip.