Partying like it's 1984


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You've found Russell & Carol. We're lucky enough to live in a beautiful part of Cornwall with Astra the rescue dog and a lot of computers. We sometimes get around to blogging about things which interest/enrage us.

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September 2019

Slips in sneakily.... back to The Mexico, and an especially lovely week in the middle, entertaining Shaun & Carolyn & Ellie... tomatoes still going well and runner beans great, sweetcorn coming...

August 2019

August arrives bringing a welcome return for Sarah and Kenny....

July 2019

Amazing summer, grateful to be in the slightly cooler coastal climate of Cornwall as Heathrow claims a new highest temperature. Has been - very - hot, enjoying opening all the doors & roof, Thalictrum looking glorious. Extraordinary TdF. Lovely BBQs with friends. Final?! snagging... And ends with a storm!

Some of our pictures

Bees and EchinopsBeautiful white rhododendronVista @ GodolphinRussell and Astra Camel Trail - Padstow, 2014EuropeVisit to St Michael's Mount with Carl - April 2009Detail from the painting "Cornubia, Land of the Saints" by John MillerEllie and Astra

Weather at Hayle - Foundry End

Weather at Hayle - Foundry End - about a mile west of Angarrack as the crow flies


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Life, death and vanilla slices Biblio 5 years 14 weeks
The Lie of the Land Biblio 8 weeks 22 hours
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Recent posts for Russell

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Neo-Liberalism at its finest...?

So, the top man at Thomas Cook trousers £15m in 'hard earned and decent' (my sarcasm) bonuses over the last couple of years and now Thomas Cook is in dire trouble and planning to lay off thousands.  Well thank goodness for Free markets.  Nurses, teachers and other public servants must have their pensions cut, but goold old chief executives must have huge payouts even in times of trouble.  We're all in it together of course....


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Gaza Flotilla II Underway

Many brave people are going with the Gaza Flotilla II assembling in the Med right now.  The Zionist Entity has made its usual revolting attempts to stop the ships before they sail and smear the people but the ships are going.  Shame on Greece, Cyprus, The USA, Canada, France and Australia for telling their citizens not to participate.  Interestingly The Zionist Entity is claiming that people on the flotilla entering Gazan waters 'will be treated as individuals having attempted to enter Israel illegally' (Jerusalem Post) thus demonstrating that they consider Gaza to be under the authority of the Zionist Entity...

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Oh FFS religionists again...

I nearly choked on my old man's sherry recently when I read about a 'science' teacher in the USA (where else?) who liked to add christian commentary to his science lessons basically saying the science he was teaching was wrong and that his religious view was correct.  He had been sacked it seemed and there was a 'reinstate him' movement from the concerned kids who were praying for him because they now believed science was unreliable.


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Cyrus the Great of Persia - the first Christ of the Judaeans

"And when no elite existed, one could always be imported from elsewhere. Cyrus [the Great, founder of the Achaemenid Persian Empire], even as he flattered the Babylonians with the attentions he paid to Marduk [Babylonian God], had not ignored the yearnings of the city's deportees, exiles such as the Judaeans, brought to Babylon decades previously - for the Persians had recognised in these wretched captives, and in their homesickness, a resource of great potential.

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The UK Surveillance Society

"If you've nothing to hide you've nothing to fear" is the mantra of the proponents of the surveillance society. It's rubbish of course as we all have things to hide such as our bank account or credit card details! Privacy International's 2007 survey gave the UK the lowest privacy ranking in the EU putting it in the 'endemic surveillance' category alongside Russia and Singapore. So do we good citizens actually need to worry?


Recent posts for Carol

Cottage at Kynance Cove

Cottage at Kynance Cove

This little cottage is presently unoccupied. It's right by the beach at Kynance Cove, the Lizard, Cornwall, and looks out to sea.

Amazing wild flowers, loads of montbretia.

2007 Erasmus T

Protect ALL of the people from the will of SOME of the people. Democracy not electoral dictatorship, majority rule within framew

In 1997, when I tutored on the Constitutional Law course at Liverpool Uni and was only ever a chapter of the book ahead of my students, the chapter on “Conventions” floored me. Coming from Germany, this way of securing democracy seemed positively insane.

Poem - Ech day me comëth tydinges thre


Ech day me comëth tydinges thre,
For wel swithë sore ben he:
The on is that Ich shal hennë,
That other that Ich not whennë,
The thriddë is my mestë carë,
That Ich not whider Ich shal farë.

Poem - Somer is y-comen in


Sing cuckóu, nou! Sing cuckóu!

Sing cuckóu! Sing cuckóu nou!

Somer is y-comen in,

Loudë sing, cuckóu!

Growëth sed and blowëth med

And springth the wodë nou

Sing cuckóu!

Ewë bletëth after lamb,

Lowth after cálve cóu;

Bullok stertëth, bukkë vertëth,

Merye sing, cuckóu!

Cuckóu, cuckóu,

Wél singést thou, cuckóu,

Ne swik thou never nou!

Poem - Miri it is while sumer i-last With foulës song


Miri it is while sumer i-last

With foulës song;

Oc now neghëth windës blast

And weder strong.

Ei, ei, what this night is long,

And Ich with wel michel wrong

Sorwe and murne and fast.

Poem - Foulës in the frith, The fishës in the flod


Foulës in the frith,

The fishës in the flod,

And I mon waxë wod;

Much sorwe I walkë with

For beste of bon and blod.

Poem - Westron wynde, when wylt thow blow The smalle rayne downe can rayne?

Old poem - mediaeval or even older.

'Westron wynde, when wilt thou blow,
The small raine down can raine.
Cryst, if my love were in my armes
And I in my bedde again!'


Westron wynde, when wylt thow blow
The smalle rayne downe can rayne?
Cryst yf my love were in my armys
And I yn my bed agayne!

Quoted in The Lie of the Land

The Lie of the Land

Craig A.  2017.  The Lie of the Land.

The Lie of the Land is another "state of the nation" novel,
this time inspired by the recession that began in 2009 and which
continues to the present.

One day, just before the recession became public knowledge, my
husband came back from a meeting in the Treasury, very pale. He had been
told what Liam Byrne, the then Labour Cabinet Minister, said in the now
notorious note declaring that "there is no money left." This is why my
novel begins with the words: "There is no money left, and the Bredins
cannot afford to divorce." It is about the interplay between what has
been happening on the national stage, and an entirely private quarrel
between two very different people, who in a sense represent the city and
the country.

Found on film: the last survivor of the final slave ship from Africa to the US

Found on film: the last survivor of the final slave ship from Africa to the US

Her name was Redoshi. They took her from Africa, and probably forced her to become a child bride so she would fetch a higher price in the US as one half of a “breeding couple”.

The overseers beat her if she failed to understand English. She passed on the language of her African homeland to her children and grandchildren anyway.

Even as an old woman, she kept the memory of home alive, decorating her Alabama yard as they did in west Africa, keeping the old spiritual beliefs beneath her Christianity.

Poem - The Last Time

Through hazy years and memories faded, I see a glimmer of your smile,
how I wish I'd changed my plans and stayed with you a while,

will you be ok I asked, as we parted ways that day,
you told me not to worry, that all would be ok

I wish I'd held you longer, I wish there'd been a sign,
I wish I'd known as we said goodbye that this was the last time

last time I'd hear your voice, last time our eyes would meet,
the last time I'd feel whole again, the last time I'd be free

Free to laugh without constraint, that lightness now diminished,
the joy in every moment curbed, the day your story finished

Free from the torment of things unsaid, of leaving you behind,
of every way I hurt you, of wasting so much time

Time I took for granted, time I thought we had,
time to do all the crazy things that we'd always planned