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42 or the meaning of life: Part One

My first stark image of the day would have to be the nuthatch I spotted whilst cycling to work, after having dropped off my boy at school.

‘Fall Colors Nuthatch’ by Lara Ellis

In what way is a nuthatch symbolic? Well, we have to go way back, back around 32 years in fact to Mark as a mere ten year old, fascinated by animals and, with his grandmother’s guidance, learning about the animal world through books and forays into the local area.

The guidance was not so much hands-on as spiritual, based on the fact that my grandmother was bed-ridden at this time, a result of being diagnosed with TB when she was just three years old. At that time, the solution was that the patient should get as much bed rest as possible, a total contradicton to today’s advice. My grandmother was ill her entire life, using a walking stick in my early years, a wheelchair from my being about five or six and becoming confined to bed, with frequent stays in the hospital, as I turned ten, finally dying at 49, when I was only twelve years old.

However, she remains a massive influence in my life, governing certain decisions I make today and responsible for many of my life values (for good or ill).

On a grey day in Burnley, at ten years old, I asked my mother if I could buy a print, which depicted a nuthatch on a tree. It cost £5.00 and my mother thought I could spend my money on something more reasonable for a boy my age, like Lego, for example.

But I was determined and not suprisingly when I returned home with my prize (bought with my own spending money, I might add), my grandmother naturally loved it. It went up on my wall the same day and remained with me for many years before going the same way as much of my stuff when I was foolish enough to store several boxes in our damp, dark cellar, whilst I travelled around the world.

So the nuthatch was a symbol on this day, my meaning of life day, when it reminded me of my grandmother and all that she gave me, still gives me and how I can never truly thank her for it all.


Bits and bobs (no spoilers)

Well hello all you ‘we don’t need you Brits any more, we’re off our own now’, you think it was a wise idea?


I remember reading somewhere that if we pooled the money from all the nations of the world together in one account, the world would all have the same living standards as Portugal have today.

That’s a dream, a dream I would dearly love to happen (and yes my standard of living in Sweden is way way above Portugal).

There’s been a  few little shots fired off in my direction that almost feel like anonymous LJ comments, such is the ‘I’m not going to mention you by name but make sure you know it’s you’ tone. Give it a rest. If you want a fight come out and we’ll get to it. I’m with Solo, I prefer a straight fight to all this hiding around. Now is not the time to be juvenile, that stuff is for kids (hence the term).

I’m listening to and thinking about a lot of music at the moment, due to a project in process. How would you go about putting together 13 songs that said so much about your life?

I watched the first half of the new Andromeda Strain, last night. It was okay but I’m not really rushing in to watch part two. Then again I don’t remember it grabbing me the first time around either…

I totally gave up on Medium after the third season. After being pushed to watch the program (by those in the know), I stuck with the first two seasons and enjoyed them. I have to say on the whole the third season was akin to pulling teeth. If someone really really disliked the third season, is there any argument for watching the fourth?

There’s been lots of raving about Russell T. Davies’ latest Who episodes and while I agree they are some of his better work, I am not a fan of the man and still maintain that Moffat’s two were the best in this series.

Think that’s about that for now…

Any questions?