Hoaxwind at The Oak (15 Feb 25)

After something of a hiatus (including Covid), Hoaxwind have been performing fairly regularly again and I have been reasonably regular in going to see them but completely hopeless in noting those concerts here. I will try to do better.

The Oak is not a great pub for music due to its "U" shape (with the band playing at the top end of the right arm of the "U") and is sometimes not a great pub for a pub with a very limited choice of beers. This night I was drinking Guinness because there were no cask bitters available.

The right arm of the "U" was full, as usual, so I was standing in the base of it, as usual. The view of the band is not great there and the sound quality is not great either but there is space to stand without being jostled and somewhere to put your drink so most of the people that I knew were in that area. And there were quite a few people that I knew out that night.

Hoaxwind have changed personnel a few times over the years, and a two of the originals were there watching, but their sound and set has not changed that much and we got a series of great songs (mostly) from the late '70s. Obvious highlights included Spirit of the Age and Hassan I Sahba.

It is good to see Hoaxwind back performing regularly and I look forward to seeing them again soon.

Walking 16km for several good reasons

The main reason that I was in London this day was for a National Demonstration for Palestine. The route varies each time and on this day we marched from Whitehall to USA Embassy in Nine Elms.

When congregating at Whitehall at 12pm it was obvious that this was going to be another large march and that the enthusiasm for meaningful peace was undimmed by the length of the latest stage of Israel's genocidal aggression or by the temporary lull while hostages help by both sides are exchanged. Trump's plan to turn Gaza into an American beach resort probably encouraged a few more people out.

As always it was a peaceful march and it was lightly policed because of the anticipation of this. We also has the usual Jewish groups out in support and a (very) few Israel flag waving idiots clustered at one point. 

Having completed the march it was time for the second thing on the to-do list and my younger son and I headed to Peter Jones on Sloane Square to buy a mattress. They had a surprisingly large number on display which made making a selection that much harder but we managed to find what he wanted.

The third objective, which is always there when I am walking away from home, was to walk some new roads to add to my City Strides Life Map, hence the wiggly bits at the start end end of the route. That was another success and I added 22 streets.

The fourth objective was simply to do as many steps as possible and in walking 16km I did just that.

The final objective was to take part in a special Pokemon Go event on that afternoon. That was the lowest priority and out of a possible eight raids I managed just two, which was enough for me.

With all five objectives met it as a productive and enjoyable five hours well spent.

Walking 37km to West Hampstead (and then...)

This was a journey in three parts, it was meant to me two but we will come to that.

I was able to start early on my monthly walk to West Hampstead from the British Czech and Slovak Association social so I could take a very indirect route.

My regular walking friend was also going to the social but had a lunchtime appointment so could not walk all the way with me. We agreed to meet at Waterloo at 4pm which gave me plenty of time to get some distance under my belt and also to tick off a few new roads, that is the wiggles around Wandsworth and Battersea.

As always new roads brings new sights and it was a genuinely enjoyable walk, despite the various no-through-toads that I had to walk down and then back out the way I came.

My friend was running late and I was running later so we changed the meeting point to Vauxhall. From there we walked almost directly to West Hampstead where with just a few minor detours I was able to tick off a few new roads in Maida Vale.

We arrived in West Hampstead almost dead on plan at a shade after 6pm.

Then disaster struck.

My friend tripped on the cobbled entrance to a side road and started bleeding quite badly. With a lot of help from concerned passers by and a resident we were able to staunch the initial bleeding, clean him up just a little and, having got no success from the ambulance service, one of the helpers booked an Uber to  Royal Free Hospital. 

That was immensely useful as being strangers to the area we had no idea where the hospitals with A&E were. As it happens, RFH is just of Hampstead Head and we had walked past there several times, most recently on 21 January.

We got to RFH at 7pm and he had his triage soon after that. What followed was a series of fixes and scans (a head injury is always a worry) and while the treatment was good it was very slow.  Sadly the snacks vending machine was broken so my evening meal was three unremarkable cups of instant coffee.

He was admitted for the final stage of the emergency treatment, stitches, after 11pm and was not due to be seen for some time after that. He was in good spirits (considering everything) and was being closely monitored so I left him in their care and took the last train home, which left Hampstead Heath at 11:45. It was a long night for me and a longer night for him.

His adventures continued. He was discharged from hospital around 2pm and ordered an Uber home. He was tired and suffering from a head injury so he failed to notice that he was being taken to a street with the same name in Croydon rather than Richmond. He did get home eventually, sometime after 3pm. 

The fall put a rather obvious dampener on the evening which was a shame as the 37km in the seven and a half hours before that had been a lot of fun.

Boys from the Blackstuff at Richmond Theatre

I need a reason not to see something at Richmond Theatre so I was always likely to go to Boys from the Blackstuff and in this case I had the very positive reason that I had enjoyed both the original play and the subsequent TV series by Alan Bleasdale in the '80s.

That was more than enough for me to fork out £26 for seat Dress Circle A19.

I do not recall the details of the original series, it was over forty years ago!, but I suspect that this was a companion piece rather than an adaptation. 

Original story or not, it very much had the felt like the show I remembered with a mix of desperation and humour as ordinary people fought for work in Thatcher's Britain.

What was new, or I missed it the first time, was the way that even those that were in work or were employers were trapped by the same system. Nobody was winning.

The most memorable character from the series was Yosser Hughes, with his oft repeated phrase "Gizza job", and he was put centre stage here too which I though overshadowed the other important stories a little. Making this version of Yosser Hughes look like the original did not work for me either and it almost veered into pastiche. Luckily the strength of the other characters and the other stories was enough to keep the "boys" of the title plural.

The staging was impressively simple,  flexible and appropriately industrial. In some ways it was the star of the show when everything else was good. Running a close second was the script that wove the stories of the various characters together to create a single narrative that informed and entertained.

Boys from the Blackstuff was not the Alan Bleasdale classic but it was a very acceptable substitute and a timely reminder of what neo-liberal politics does to ordinary people.

SWLH: Democracy Under Threat?

I go to most of the South West London Humanists (SWLH) discussion meetings but I remain bad at writing them up afterwards, despite always taking notes. 

The exception this time is more an attempt to get back into the habit of posting something that a response to this particular topic; though democracy is something I think and talk about a lot so I was particularly interested in this opportunity to discuss it further.

Oddly, despite my interest in this topic I took no notes during the discussion. I will try to explain why.

The discussion was seeded by a short presentation on the history and status of democracy and we were then asked to consider the threats and opportunities for it. What I felt was missing was any definition of democracy or any argument for why it is necessarily a good thing and without that foundation the conversations were very superficial. 

There was also the false assumption that democracy is ok now but is threatened by people like Trump. Whereas we already have a system where a lot of people do not register to vote, even more do not vote at all, the Government frequently breaks its own laws, media is controlled by a few billionaires with very firm agendas and the judicial system is ineffective because it is swamped.

Yes, we should consider things like maximum terms for elected officials, people's panels and other voting systems but they are all just minor tweaks to a failed system. 

For me, the bottom line is the world is in a nasty state (global warming, poverty, oppression, etc. etc.) and democracy has no answer to any of these and may well have caused most of them. We should judge democracy on the results it achieves for society and not on whether we like the people who get elected or not.

Space rock at The Half Moon

I had never heard of Here and Now or Paradise 9 but a friend said I would like them and other people I knew were going so it seemed like a good idea. One worth investing £15 in anyway.

Lots of other people thought so too and the event was sold out.

The pub being very busy and it being a Sunday meant that my evening meal for the day was a packet or ready salted crisps. Not for the first time. The Young's Ordinary was a welcome accompaniment.

Paradise 9 were led by three guitars with one of them doing the electronic space rock stuff. They only played their own songs, unlike most space rock bands I have seen who play some or only Hawkwind songs, but they had a familiar space rock vibe and I liked them a lot.

Here and Now were similar but different. They were led by two guitars and keyboards. Their heritage is very space rocky going back to '74, includes a splash of Gong and their leas guitarist used to be in Hawklords (he was with them when I saw them in 2017), but they sounded less space rocky than Paradise 9. Indeed I struggled to identify any bands that they did sound like, the odd riff sounded like something from the early '70s but it was a loose connection to the music of that period but nothing more than that.

Most of the people there, certainly those all around me standing at the front, were there for Here and Now who were technically the headline act but it felt like a double-headliner to me, they played for about the same length of time, and I preferred Paradise 9.

Kew Orchids (8 Feb 25)

The Kew Gardens Orchid Festival is very much part of my annual calendar (and their's!) and I like to go early to see what it is like so that I have time to go again, and again, if it looks good.

Being a member of Kew Gardens I can go to the gardens any time for free (and take a guest) and as the Orchid Festival is free the only issue is getting tickets which are now required to manage numbers.

I would normally avoid a weekend but my sister and two of her friends wanted to come up from Dorset to see it so we had to go for a slot at 11am on a Saturday. There was a queue but we got in soon after the allotted time. 

Many people had obviously not been to Kew Gardens before, let alone the Orchids Festival, and initial progress was slow as people stopped to look at everything, even before we got to the Festival part of Princess of Wales Conservatory,

The crowd of people continued as we entered the first section as that is where the main display is. A lot of people were taking photos of themselves and of each other with the cascade of flowers behind them.

Walking slowly was not a great problem as we wanted to see and enjoy everything too. As always there was a mix of colourful flowers and model animals to make the festival fun for the whole family.

A one way system was in operation (again) taking us through to the temperate zone at the far end from where we had come in and here there was more of a focus on the models than the flowers.

Immediately after that we were back in the warmth and back amongst the flowers. The orchids delighted, as usual, in their colour and their variety. 

The final model display, just before the exit, was this spectacular whale shark.

We were a little hampered by people at times (any subsequent visits will be at quieter times) but not that much and it took us almost exactly an hour to complete the tour. An hour very well spent and hopefully yo be repeated.

Macbeth at Olympic Theatre

There were two major versions of Macbeth on in London in 2024 and I chose to see the Ralph Fiennes and  Indira Varma version rather than the David Tennant and Crush Jumbo one. There were various reasons for this including the unusual staging of the first at Dock X and having a David Tennant version of Macbeth freely available on BBC Sounds (something BBC does not make enough of). That decision proved to be good and I absolutely loved Macbeth at Dock X.

Due to its obvious popularity the Tennant/Jumbo version returned to the stage and while I was more tempted this time, it being several months since I had seen a Macbeth, the pricing put me off what was not an urgent see.

Then it was broadcast in cinemas and paying just £20 was a lot more tempting than paying, say, £160 for a much worse view in a much less comfortable seat.

I have not yet found a regular pre-theatre place to eat in Barnes and on this evening I ended up having a plant-based burger in Coach and Horses which did the job.

From the start this was a radical version of Macbeth, staged in the round with a plain white stage and no props. The perimeter was black and in there lurked some of the cast, dressed in black, who provided off-stage voices. This included the three witches who we never saw.

The audience were wearing headphones and I never worked out why.

The final technology was the actors' microphones, an unexpected technology given the small size of the theatre. They were small and discrete and while they would have been hardly noticeable to the theatre audience they were very obvious to us watching in cinemas due to the many close-ups.

This was also a slightly abridged version running for about 90 minutes whereas the radio plays are almost 120 minutes. There is a lot of verbiage in Shakespeare so it is easy to cut stuff without impacting the story but while the text is unnecessary it is poetic and I find it hard to believe that it ever makes sense to ever cut any of it. And, rarely, the cuts here were large enough for even me to notice when some of it had gone.

All that said this was still a might fine production of a mighty fine play. The simplicity of the staging and the good lead performers, as at Dock X, allowed the play the space it needed to shine.