Here’s a little tune that’s been running round my head in various forms for a while. Guitars (all 3 of ’em) are me, direct into GarageBand and ‘amped up’ using the wonderful BIAS FX amp simulator from Positive Grid. Drums are GarageBand, and bass is a midi bass track programmed by me (3 notes, easy now). Tagged as a ‘Demo’ because I want it to go somewhere else, but not sure where.
Just a quick demo using Garageband and my lovely Yamaha THR10X (and my first real attempt at programming drums in Garageband rather than using the clever built in loops).
Oh America. I was kind of counting on you…
Well, well, well.
I never really used to take too much notice of politics. In the late 90s and early 2000s it was very easy to let it all wash over you, as the various parties seemed to do their utmost to blend into each other. All our politicians were a bit sleazy, you wouldn’t trust any of them further than you could comfortably throw them, and one was invariably as bad as the next.
But then our very own live action Iggle Piggle thought it would be a great idea to put to bed, once and for all, the silly idea of the UK leaving the EU. Because no-one in their right mind would possibly vote to leave, right? ‘Cos that would be madness, and unsettling, and probably quite bad for the economy and the very make up of our culturally rich and diverse country, right? Right?
I stayed up to watch that result. I don’t think I’ve had a more subdued, depressed day at work as I had on the 24th of June, 2016. After not very much sleep at all, I woke up feeling decidedly out of place. 52% of my fellow countrymen had voted in a way that felt so completely at odds with the way I felt, and, more importantly, at odds with how I was sure the rest of the country felt. Sure, that is, until that overnight TV-watching marathon as I sat, astounded, as result after ridiculous result came in. The “drip, drip, drip” of a country sleepwalking into a massive mistake.
So now we wait. 5 and a half months on, and the pound is worth 20% less than it was, Mac’s are a couple of hundred quid more expensive, and Toblerones are a distinctly silly shape. Oh and Marmite went missing for a day or two, but came back, albeit slightly costlier.
But nothing’s really changed, has it? Those of us that voted remain watch with dread as we wait to see exactly what a Brexited UK will actually mean. When will Article 50 be triggered, and what will it really mean? I don’t know, but more worryingly, it seems like the government doesn’t have a clue either.
So, as I get to the end of this post, I’m quickly starting to realise that I don’t really have a point. I think I’m just going to go and stare at my favourite tree, and hope things start to make sense soon.
Stop pretending you don’t care. Just vote remain. It’s boring, there’s nothing awesome about it, but sometimes you have to take a break from useful productive work to stop idiots breaking things.
From Why I am voting Remain by Ben Goldacre
One summer evening, about 3 and a half years ago, middle child “accidentally” joined a football team. There we were, having a family game of boules in the park, when James spotted a group of boys his age playing football and made interested noises. We wandered over, asked if he could join in, and the rest, as they say, is history.
3 seasons later and we’re about to step up to the slightly scary world of 7-a-side. James has received the “Most Improved” award twice, and the team have progressed from being the league’s whipping boys in their first “character building” season to making a decent match of it most of the time.
The reason for this post is to try to pass on some of the lessons I’ve learnt as a “Football Dad” over the years. Maybe your 4 or 5 year old is showing interest, and you want to know what you’re letting yourself in for. Well, read on…
1. Make sure it’s fun.
No, not for you. You’re probably not going to enjoy the cold / wet / hot / dull training sessions and you almost certainly won’t enjoy the early weekend mornings on match days. That’s not the point. Make sure it’s fun for the aspiring footballer. If they’re not enjoying it, try to find out why and see if there’s anything you can do. Is it the position they’re playing? Maybe some issues between the kids in the team? Do what you can to sort things out. Remember, though, that you’re going to have hard sessions now and again – training sessions where everything goes wrong, or matches where you just don’t get to touch the ball and end up losing 12-nil. It happens, but if there is no enjoyment at all, week after miserable week, maybe (just maybe) football isn’t for your child.
2. Prepare for the weather!
Your child probably won’t care about the weather very much – they’ll be keeping themselves warm enough, thanks, running around on the pitch. You, on the other hand will be stood still for the most part, with just some occasional nervous pacing to keep your extremities from falling off. Warm coat, gloves and a hat for the winter, and a flask of a warm caffeinated beverage will make you the envy of the touchline.
3. Winning 10-nil teaches ’em nothing.
They’re playing to learn at this age. If your team is beating the opposition easily, don’t be surprised or disheartened if your best striker gets put in defence or in goal, or vice versa. Winning easily doesn’t add anything to the kids – and although the odd “easy win” may be good for the morale, they won’t learn very much, if anything at all. The best games are the ones you win (or lose, it matters not) 5-4 in the dying seconds. They’re the ones the kids talk about and they’re the ones they get the most out of.
4. Let ’em get on with it.
Tricky one this, and I fall foul of it most weekends. Don’t stand on the touchline barking orders at your child. Let the coach do that – that’s their job. You are there to support and encourage. “Well done! Keep going! That was excellent!” are all perfect. “Get goal side! Mark number 6! Pass to Wayne!” are not. At best you’re doing their thinking for them and at worst you’ll be one of about 17 conflicting voices. More often than not, the poor kid will freeze or hoof the ball out of play, just to stop the shouting.
5. Don’t take it so seriously.
They’re kids and they’re there to have fun. They’re going to mess around, be stupid, and generally make it look like you’re wasting your precious weekend, but you’re not. Remember number 1 above, and that you’re there for the kids, not necessarily your own amusement. Try not to be too scathing when it looks to all the world like your footballer is pirouetting between the goalposts (yes, he probably is – it can get boring in goal) or just chatting to his mate in defense (again, yes, he probably is – let the coach deal with it).
What better way to celebrate your new trophy…?
Intentionally ruined when the newer, bigger house was built at the top of the hill, Old Scotney Castle is now just a rather extravagant garden feature. Where you or I may have a gnome, the aristocracy have castles…
Or out of the room, and running that 5K route again.
Thanks to some motivational speaking from Mrs H, the running has started again. Things took a bit of a hit from November through to March really, as illness and good old fashioned lack of motivation took their toll. One run in January and another in February didn’t really do much to maintain the level I’d got to, sadly.
And so I’m almost starting again. 5 minutes running, 3 minutes walking for a week, and tonight’s effort was 6 minutes running, 3 minutes walking (except it felt quite good tonight so it was actually 6 / 3 / 6 / 3 / 10)
Damnit. It must be that time of year. 3 days off work in the last 2 weeks, and no running since October 29th (2½ weeks ago). But today I went swimming with the family (splashing about, no proper lengths or anything), and I didn’t die, so that’s a plus.
So the plan is to get back into the running in the following week, probably stepping back to the 15 mins run / 2 mins walk level.