Saturday, 19 December 2020

Saturday December 19th 2020

10:00 The Brussels sprouts have arrived in time for the holidays - hurrah! We sent back the single, individual sprout that Sainsbury's delivered earlier this week, and armed with the 3p refund, we ordered 2 lbs of sprouts yesterday from Budgens, the convenience store in the village. So we won't be "sproutless" for the holidays after all, which is something of a relief!

Budgens (on the right), the convenience store in the village

Budgens have two volunteer delivery men, and  also 2 assistants who process orders from elderly residents, Jo and her sister Lisa, every Friday/Saturday. We pay a £2 delivery charge each week, but we sometimes wonder if this is enough to express our gratitude. So Lois had the idea of including an order for 4 big tins of Quality Street chocolates in our groceries for this week, and inviting each of these 4 guys to hold back one of these boxes each, as our Christmas tip to them. Lois is so kind-hearted - if only I could be more like her! 

a typical tin of Quality Street chocolates: we give one to each of Budgens volunteers
- yum yum !!!

10:00 I look at my smartphone and I see a potato-tomato map of Europe on the quora forum-site. Maybe I'm the only person in the world who didn't know about this distinction, but apparently the countries to the north of the line don't think a meal is a meal if it doesn't have any potato in it. To the south of the line, it's the tomato that's the magic ingredient.


What madness! But I suppose it just goes to show the truth of the old adage first stated by George and Ira Gershwin (1937):

You say tomato and we say potato
We say potato and you say tomato
Potato, tomato
Tomato, potato,
Let's call the whole thing off.... [Brexit ad infinitum]

11:00 We go for a walk on the local football field, and on the way Lois stops off at the post-box on the street corner to post our "very last Christmas card" - it's official !!!! All over till next year!!!

I am experimenting with the camera on my new smartphone, but I fail to get it ready in time to photograph Lois actually putting the last card through the opening in the post-box- the phone makes me type in a stupid pin number for a start: and, if I dither, the screen goes black and I have to put the pin number in again. What madness!!!! I must try and get rid of this feature, it's really annoying !!!!

we go for a walk on the local football field....

I take this picture 20 seconds after Lois stops at a post-box to post what
is officially our very last Christmas card for 2020 - it's official !!!!
Here we see Lois, having posted the card, waiting to cross back over the road 
so we can continue our walk.

12:00 We come home again and Lois starts making four 1-pound jars of apple chutney, using 2lbs of our own cooking apples and loads of cider vinegar, plus one or two other things.

Before lunch Lois makes 4 lbs of apple chutney 
from 2 lbs of our very own cooking apples, and....

...after lunch, she starts putting it into the four 1 lb jars

16:00 Lois is watching a Christmas TV-movie. I hurry into the kitchen and make us 2 honey sandwiches and a cup of tea. We have these on the sofa, while I look at my emails on my smartphone.

Tünde, my Hungarian pen-friend, has emailed me. She is incensed at the comments of Prime Minister Viktor Orbán's Family Affairs Minister, Katalin Novák, who tells any Hungarian women who may be annoyed at being paid less than men for doing the same job, "Don't believe that we women must always compete with men. Don't believe that every moment of our lives we must compare ourselves to others, and have at least the same positions and levels of salaries as others."

Viktor Orbán's Family Affairs Minister, Katalin Novák

Tünde points out that while most Hungarian households need 2 salaries just to come close to making ends meet, Novák herself earns 3 million forints (over $10,000) a month. And obviously, says Tünde, if we look at Novák's opinions, her husband must be earning more than her - and he does - he is a director of Hungary's National Bank.

Novák has praised women's abilities to "bear the burdens of others," and encouraged female viewers to "dare to take responsible decisions," "not give up our privileges in a misinterpreted struggle for emancipation,” and to experience "the beauty and opportunities that arise from the harmony of differences between men and women." (At this point a sick-making video apparently depicts a man handing an item to a woman from a tall supermarket shelf that she cannot reach - my god!!!!)

"We should be glad we were born women, that we can give life, and that we were given the beauty of love and caring for others," Novák said. 

I tell Lois this, because she is highly critical of sexism and the gender pay gap in the UK, and she comments that Hungary under Orbán at least has the virtue of making the UK look good for a change. 

What a crazy world we live in !!!

20:00 We settle down on the couch to watch a bit of TV, an interesting documentary on the making of the iconic Christmas song, "Fairytale of New York" by the Pogues. 

Nostalgic to watch, and we learn lots of things we didn't know about the Pogues. They came to fame as an "Irish" punk/folk group in the 1970's and 1980's, but really only the lead singer, Sean MacGowan, was Irish, and even he had spent most of his life in England. His accent - a mixture of Dublin and London - actually makes him sound like a Bristolian, which is weird. Is Bristol halfway between Dublin and London? [No! - Ed]



And Sean laughs like Bert from "Bert and Ernie" out of Sesame Street: what madness!!!!

Bert (left) and Ernie, at home

The group spent a few years honing the song, and trying to get it to sound right. By the time they got to recording it they had lost their female band-member Cait O'Riordan, who was supposed to sing the female part of the song. So they drafted in English folk-country singer Kirsty MacColl, mainly because she was married to the record producer Steve Lillywhite.  

The record was finally released for the 1987 Christmas market. I had forgotten (although Lois remembers - what a woman!), that the 1980's were not a good time economically for the Irish Republic, and around 100,000 Irish young people moved to the States during the decade. As a result the record's underlying theme of Irish immigrants arriving in New York had become very resonant again.

The video features the New York Police Department's Pipe Band's bagpipe players, supposedly mouthing the lyrics to the Irish folk song Galway Bay. But the producers found out that the band members didn't know the words to that song, or to any other Irish song, so instead they got them to mouth the lyrics to the M.I.C.K.E.Y M.O.U.S.E song, which they all knew - what madness!!!!

It's also nice to hear the proper lyrics. I read somewhere that BBC radio channels have been bowdlerizing the lyrics this Christmas to remove "faggot" and "slut" etc. As far as I know, however, no other broadcaster has followed suit - and certainly it's being shown "as is" on the "Now Christmas" cable-channel that we switch to if there isn't anything else on.

What a crazy world we live in !!!!

22:00 We go to bed - zzzzzzz!!!!




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