Thursday, January 24, 2008
There's a new blog in town
Go west young man!
Life on the allotments.
Labels: Buckland Brewer, Devon, gardening, North Devon
:: Posted by pete @ Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Isn't Nature Wonderful
Horse hanging out in the neighbourhood.
Cow having a pee.
Big ol' mushroom.
Watched: greedy middle class people taking advice from a women with an ample bosom and a penchant for tight clothes.
Ate: Apple Crumble
Boredom at Work: half-day workshop (sic)
Irritation of the Day: alleged professionals breaking the brand
iPod-alotry
"Come on You Slags - Aphex Twin
"The End and the Beginning" - The Devics
Tenskwatawa" - Songs: Ohia
"Little Eyes" - Yo La Tengo
"When Did You Stop Loving Me, When Did I Stop Loving You" - Jeff Parker
"Off To Mars" - Mike Ladd
"Part 2" from The Three Cornered Hat - Manuel De Falla
"The Incredible He Woman" - Stereolab
"Stratum" - Rod Cooper
"Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds" - The Beatles
"My Heart Might Stop" - Black Heart Procession
Brandenburg Concerto No.4 - J.S. Bach
"Annabelle" - Gillian Welch
"Mickey's Mother" - Arnold
"Russian Orthodox" - Delgados
"Schon Sehr Viel Telefuniert" - To Rococo Rot
Labels: Buckland Brewer, daily bollocks, iPod
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Civic Duty
Civic planting in Barnstaple.
On this evidence, the police in Tampa might not make it on to CSI.
Our local village shop on TV. Click on "Latest Edition" and scroll to 19:10. Lack of local customers hurts, but closure of the Post Office will kill it.
Got your free Radiohead yet? How much did you pay?
iPod-alotry
"I Shall Be Free" - Bob Dylan
"Bittersweet Me" - R.E.M.
"Time to Find Me (Afx Fast Mix)" - Seefeed
"Chronology" - Ornette Coleman
"Djed (Bruise Blood Mix)" - Tortoise
"Song Meat" - Subtle
"Simple Halo" - Shipping News
"Chorale" - Spring Heel Jack
"Saint Stephen" - Grateful Dead
"Wren's Nest" - Vic Chesnutt
"Rockstar" - Sebadoh
"Love is Like Jazz" - The Magnetic Fields
"For Lack of Better Words" - Orso
Labels: Barnstaple, Buckland Brewer, daily bollocks, North Devon, police state
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Fields, Birds and Pistols (and Femdom)
Hey, kinky linky link (nsfw)
16.16km on the Tarka Trail - Puffing Billy to Bideford - at a clip of 23.3kph. Not bad for an out-of-shape, bloated 49 year-old.
Cows in green fields, unconcerned about Foot-and-Mouth disease, but they ought to know that animals can now be moved to abattoirs.
The Sex Pistols say a dirty word on TV.
...[Pistol Glen] Matlock is the first person without an Oxbridge degree to have used the word [fuck] on television, an irony only if you have peculiar views about the value of an Oxbridge education and/or swearing.
Meanwhile ex-Stone Rose Ian Brown praises the 70s (and the Pistols too boot):
There was no Walkmans, videos, Nintendo or Xboxes, no internet, no mobiles. No computers. No DVDs. There were only three TV channels. They cry laughing. But it made us hungry and thoughtful. And we had great things like the Sex Pistols.
Swallows: either preparing to migrate south for the winter or crap on the car.
Labels: blogosphere, Buckland Brewer, cycling, daily bollocks, farming
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Love is Like a Bottle of Gin
Police State Update: Proof positive (yet again), that judges are fecking out of touch with reality.
Drink irresponsibly: gin is "low" in calories, y'know.
Ah, Almaty.
BBC-South West was filming at the Village Hall last night for "Inside Out" about village shops.
Meanwhile, the BBC drops climate change programme due to lack of balance.
Rock Parque
The Big Match.
iPod-olatory
"Yasmin the Light" - Explosions in the Sky
"Soul Sucking Jerk" - Beck
"Love is Like a Bottle of Gin" - Magnetic Fields
"Connected by a String" - Devics
"Hindenburg" - Town and Country
"Keito" - Ali Farka Toure with Ry Cooder
"Piazza, New York Catcher" - Belle & Sebastian
"Not Fade Away/Goin' Down the Road Feelin' Bad" - Grateful Dead
"Robot Chant" - Mogwai
"Just Stand Back" - Low
"Easy Money" - King Crimson
"Shudder/King of Snake" - Underworld
Labels: Buckland Brewer, climate change, gin, iPod, kazakhstan, police state
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Adults 20p
Come one, come all
Come short, come small
Buckland Brewer Village Fete. Bric-a-brac. Games. Morris men. Brass band. Rescue greyhounds. Cakes. Ice Cream. Bouncy castle. That sort of stuff.
In the summer that wasn't, the sun shone.
Labels: Buckland Brewer, Devon, fete, North Devon, summer
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Hunter Gatherer
Humankind has progressed. We can build greenhouses from the most basic and unreadable instructions.
This...
becomes this.
(ill-matching buckets optional)
Labels: Buckland Brewer, gardening, North Devon
Monday, March 12, 2007
Dog ate my blog post...
Top ten reasons why this blog hasn't been updated:
10. Down the Coach and Horses winning the pub quiz.
9. Shopping at the Pannier Market. Just what is a Pannier Market?
8. Drying out from the non-stop rain.
7. Planting basil seeds.
6. Painting the kitchen.
5. Watching Tottenham Hotspur blow two goal leads.
4. Assisting the local Constabulary with their inquiries.
3. Planning the vegetable plot.
2. Attending a committee meeting of the newly formed village Gardeners' Club (and designing the club website).
1. Too busy dressing up statues in Barnstaple.
Labels: Barnstaple, Buckland Brewer, North Devon
Monday, January 22, 2007
Gridlock
A day off.
Took some cardboard to the recycling centre. Got stuck in traffic. Other than tractors, around Torrington every car has at least three Border Collies on board. Speaking of cardboard...
Other excitement: setting light to the previous owners' precious climbing vine. Without intervention it would have eaten the back of the house.
Finally, a Hitchcockian scene the other morning. They eats tyres, y'know.
Labels: Buckland Brewer, North Devon
Monday, January 15, 2007
Meet the Neighbours
As it finally stopped raining and blowing a force 9 gale yesterday, we took ourselves for a wee sunday stroll. It took us around some of the farms surrounding the village. Lots of not-so-nice smells, a couple of barking hounds, bleating sheep and these little dawgies. They are heffers, in fact.
This is looking back to the village on the return leg. Note the large pool of water. Has it been raining? Is Arsene Wenger a French tosser?
Apart from livestock, sprouts are grown less than a mile from the village. Now, that's a gas.
Look carefully and you can see Exmoor.
No sprouts, but that's Dartmoor in the distance. Allegedly you can see Bodmin Moor too on a clear day.
Labels: Buckland Brewer, Cows, North Devon, Walking