tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23282643.post5559711445855229660..comments2023-10-12T15:59:35.120+01:00Comments on radiogandy: Y at Burton Joyce - me messing abouttracyjameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00914991294683176018noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23282643.post-78260148544551460722007-08-24T13:02:00.000+01:002007-08-24T13:02:00.000+01:00Thanks AnonymousRob for ruining my little deceit (...Thanks AnonymousRob for ruining my little deceit (see later). I wasn't far off about the size, I think? But I would never have thought of fooling anyone into thinking that someone would tattoo a pig!<BR/><BR/>I don’t feel I have enough info on RG Picture 1. <BR/>Is it a sculpture or objet trouve? Whatever, I like the resemblance to a rather amiable dinosaur.<BR/><BR/>I certainly think you should take a Thermos of coffee on your trips out. We have one you could borrow which holds nearly a gallon. You would need another shoulder bag or rucksack to carry it in, of course. <BR/>Already I can picture you in drag as Mother Courage. Not a pretty sight.<BR/><BR/>No doubt that 'War Horse' was, as you say, 'previously in an infinitely better location'. From the photo I would not have realised it was a Frink (nor the Walking Lady). It looks previous, almost Napoleonic. <BR/><BR/>All right, I have to come clean. <BR/>The Ravi Nahindra story was a spoof. I thought I had possibly given too many clues. Perhaps in future I should use inverted commas or “as Ianni Armano says in ‘Appropriate Title’:…?<BR/>It is something I have long practised, without malice or ill intent (probably most successfully in the 70s in an after dinner speech at a Sutton-in-Ashfield Round Table Charter Night when I spoke of and recited a ‘recently discovered, long lost epic poem about the Miller of Sutton’ and was afterwards asked by the chairman of a Derbyshire Table “Would you speak at our Charter Night? If not I’ll get George Brown (the frequently tired and emotional deputy PM of the time). <BR/>It is something which perhaps comes from reading Beahcomber (as a child) and later such as Spike Miligan, Craig Brown and Armando Iannucci, and also from watching ‘Drop the Dead Donkey’.<BR/><BR/>I suspect the secret of foreknowledge, premonition, astrological predictions, or whatever, is that one remembers the cases where they are correct and forgets the larger number that are complete rubbish.<BR/><BR/>I think you have captured what you essentially intended of the wind-surfer. Just a pity (for me) it is not more contrasty; but without evening sun or powerful floodlights there is a limit to what can be done about that, isn’t there?<BR/> <BR/>I like the shire horse. They always look so calm. <BR/>Echoing your experience, my mother used to recall, with affection, riding bareback as a small child on a plough horse on her uncle Harry’s farm (at Berry Hill? He had almost every farm around Mansfield in sequence from about 1910 to 1960). It seems that Gladys virtually had to do the splits and, the beast’s hair being so smooth and slippery, exert a great effort of will to stay on board by hanging onto its mane.<BR/> <BR/>Re computer chairs etc: ergonomics is (are?) a wonderful thing and I am sure Tracy is right! You have made me think that probably my monitor should be 6” higher; I shall have to see what can be done to raise it (it is not practical to cut a hole in the floor).<BR/>Dan has said he will bring me a new(ish) monitor but has meanwhile suggested that I try unplugging from the computer and replugging (a variation on the classic repair technique beloved of computer technicians of pulling the plug from the socket and shoving it back in again).<BR/><BR/>After the disappointment of last week I gave Robbie Coltrane a miss. But, although I thought it a complete waste of time, I have top be honest and tell you that the Observer’s TV critic, Kathryn Flett (with whom I agree more often that not, even though she can’t spell her own forename properly) thought it charming – “…what a leisurely treat it was in the company of a (National) Treasure.”. <BR/>But I presume she’s a Londoner and therefore unaccustomed to provincial and rural oddities.<BR/>I did watch Rick Stein with the usual mixture of enjoyment, scepticism and revulsion. The soup which started with ‘a pile of lamb fat in the bottom of the dish’ sounded particularly foul. I would much prefer to eat rabbit (if not fox) droppings.<BR/><BR/>Checking a spoelling in the dictionary I came across the word 'assoil'. It is a verb but I am sure I shall find use for it as a noun.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23282643.post-32037189152411001452007-08-24T11:15:00.000+01:002007-08-24T11:15:00.000+01:00Hi RG and others. Thanks for making representatio...Hi RG and others. Thanks for making representations to the Chairman on my behalf; maybe I need to grovel to him but, then again, I might as well buy him a pint. I'm sure he deserves at least one for his EPS work.<BR/><BR/>I believe I have solved the cement-mixer lorry mystery! But first, a Have I Got News For You type of question.<BR/><BR/>What links Chatsworth, radiogandy, an Irish blog by someone living in Basel, Art Basel 38, and Copenhagen? The answer is.....<BR/><BR/>Flatbed Trailer, a sculpture made from Corten Steel, measuring 4.6x22x2.6m (just for Bungus - no 50p piece needed), by Belgian artist Wim Delvoye and currently on show at Chatsworth. It was shown at Art Basel 38 and pictures can be found on www.kopenhagen.dk/billeder/reportage/art_38_basel_public_art_projects<BR/><BR/>There's also a picture on www.irishblogs.ie/search/basel<BR/><BR/>Anish Kapoor's Sky Mirror was also at Art Basel 38.<BR/><BR/>Wim Delvoye is, says Wikipedia, "...a Belgian conceptual artist known for a number of unconventional projects..." which includes tatooing pigs (and why not?). They show a rather good snap of his gothic excavator.<BR/><BR/>How educational is this blog getting?????<BR/><BR/>Enjoy.<BR/><BR/>RobAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com