Tuesday 26 April 2016

Celebrating the 26th of April - Coffee at the Royal Exchange

Wellington guarding the Bank of England and the Royal Exchange

As today was a workday, celebrations had to be somewhat muted.  However, I celebrated the day nevertheless, first by having my favourite breakfast at the Holborn Dining Room (Eggs Benedict, no less), and later by squeezing in a rendezvous with a friend at lunch time.  We met at the Royal Exchange for coffee and a natter, and walked around the area a bit, gossiping and shopping (Ladure opened an outlet just opposite!).

Since I have worked around there for eleven years, I know the area quite well.  We were lucky in our timing, the sun came out and I - finally! - managed to get some good photos, with a blue sky and all.  It didn't last, though!

Back at the office of course I had to work, but I lightened the load by eating any number of 'bonding beans', a special sort of jelly beans specifically designed for offices - have you heard about them?  I have copied the label pasted on their bean-keg for you, in case you haven't:

Bucky McBeenze’
Original
Bonding Beans 
specially designed
to
foster group cohesion
&
develop team spirit 
Made by the Bucky McBeenze Company in Groovesville, Ohio
since 1879
Company motto: “Buck Up, Says Bucky!” 
 The idea is to gather around the bean-crock periodically with one’s colleagues, chose a bean or two, and start a little conversation about the relative merits of each bean, comparing them by taste, texture, and appearance, thereby forming tasteful bonds with new colleagues.  The beans also provide an opportunity to discover one’s colleague’s’ character, by observing the number and type of beans they chose.

I admit I ate them all by myself, with no noticeable effort to bond, on this occasion!

My afternoon was further brightened by the winter-wonderland outside my window - yes, folks, it snowed!  Big serious flakes, intent on killing spring bulbs and turning central London into a whitish waste.  'Course they didn't succeed, it is almost May, for goodness sake!

After work I explored new travel opportunities - I am contemplating using a different bus stop, to maximise my chances of getting my favourite seat - and finally returned home, happy, cold, and full of plans for the future.

So pip pip and tally ho, and a very happy 26th of April to you!!!!


The Royal Exchange

The Bank of England

One of my heroes




London in all its messy glory




Sunday 24 April 2016

Paris in April - iffy weather but still worthwhile

Spring comes to the Tile Factory - I just love this view
I had a lovely day in Paris yesterday, mooching around with friends and doing nothing much.  The weather was overcast thought it didn't rain, dooming all attempts to do some good photos, as per usual.  But never mind, I am trying to share with friends what experiences I actually have, so it is much more honest and realistic to show things as they are, which in this case was murky.

We went to Chatelet for a quick peek at the plants market, and then walked along the banks of the Seine direction Place de la Concorde (that's where the giant airplane is mounted on a plinth, the last  of its tribe).

On-route we checked whether my now favourate cashmere shop (Richard Grand) had any of their special fabulous stoles in store.  Last year I found one which they had produced 'as an experiment', which is almost twice as heavy as their regular stoles, and did sterling duty on the often unheated coaches that I commute in - I wore it almost every day for a month!  They had not ordered any this year, but did manage to rootle up one from the previous year that had been overlooked, in a beautiful olive green - result!

Just around the corner is the Marche St-Honore where we had a little snack in an Italian restaurant.  Well, it was supposed to have been lunch .... We ordered the cheese platter, enough for two, we were assured.  The face of my friend when it arrived was priceless!  Four two-inch thin slices of cheese, with a few pieces of broken walnut and, it must be admitted, a basket full of excellent bread.  We immediately ordered another plate, this one full of charcuterie, which was more plentiful, but still barely counted as a snack, much less lunch.  But as A. said, you can't expect la Bourboulian standards in the centre of Paris!

Thereafter we sidled up to my Paris club, deftly avoiding the entrance to the Hermes store that is along the way (one of my friends is trying hard not to buy a particularly desirable and hideously expensive shawl - I, of course, am quite immune to the lure of their scarf counter nowadays).

At the club we were rebuked for one of my friend's sneakers, and refused entrance to the main cafe.  We were, however, allowed into the sports bar, which I didn't even know existed, and took tea overlooking the swimming pool where several sporty Parisian were doing the rounds, with the park-like garden in the background.

Thus refreshed we walked over to the Place de la Concorde, ogling the shop window of Maxim's on the way.  I noticed that the Grande Roue, the giant ferris wheel, as still up.  It is usually taken down in February, but will stay up longer this year because France is hosting the European football championship this year - every capsule is decorated with the face of a football player!

The Tile Factory (aka les Tuileries) is just beside the giant wheel, so we went there, too.  Always an amazingly dusty experience, my shoes were still covered in a whitish powder when I arrived home in Oxford.  All sorts of flowers were in bloom, though the daffodils had finished some time ago.  My friend claimed they are still out on La Banne d'Ordanche - I hope they made it through the snowfall that was predicted for Saturday night!

The main disappointment of the trip was that we couldn't find any chicory, a coffee substitute which I favour as an after supper hot beverage, but well, you can't have everything.  I did find a new Les Tresors de Picsou, though, which I read on the way home.

All in all it was a very nice day out.

Nifty car at the club entrance - some cool people are members!


Maxim's shop window display



Temporary facade while they are restoring the Hotel de la Marine


Can you see the faces on the Ferris wheel?



The tulips are out!


Don't recall seeing this water-garden before


The old lady sitting on that chair moved while I took the photo - her head was three inches away from the pigeon

Pigeons are totally respect-less, even the most beautiful woman is just a roosting post for them




Great composition, lousy colours - imagine this photo with a blue sky, please!

Daisies galore

Some sort of prune tree in bloom, gorgeous!

though decrepit

We nipped into the Louvre, this is the view from inside the pyramid, not the goal

More prison bars

Whatever were they thinking when they imposed this contraption on the Louvre?

Having coffee opposite the Gard du Nord we noticed this melting house - apparently underground heating ducts are melting French residential properties all over central Paris

There is a Velvet Underground exhibition on

Personally I would sue!



Monday 18 April 2016

Musings on retirement and work

In the olden days, before I had my current job, I was dreaming of retirement all the time.  Whenever I couldn't cope any more, I would console myself with this dream of eventual freedom from wage-slavery.  Just wait 'til I am 60, I thought, and then I'll live!

So now that the government keeps increasing the retirement age, you would think that I feel cheated and heart-broken.  Not a bit of it!  Instead I am plotting to work as long as possible, hoping fervently that the retirement age will further increase, so I can work as long as possible.  Because now I have a job I love!

It came towards the end of my working life, and after decades of wage-slavery I really appreciate it. A bad job will poison your entire existence, but if you have a good job it gives you a brilliant life! Free entertainment, interesting activities, lovely colleagues, a ready made social life, free tea and toilet paper - what's not to like?  Why can't it always be like that?

People who dream of early retirement are people who don't really like their job, usually for a variety of excellent reasons.  In my opinion most people are naturally industrious, it is the treatment they receive at work that makes them feel like slaves. Like truculent, malcontent, sabotaging, lazy slaves!

Otherwise, how do you explain the industriousness most people develop as soon as they retire?  They travel around the world, take up labour-intensive hobbies, work as volunteers in charity shops, care for old folks, babysit their grandchildren - this is all work, unpaid work at that, and they seem to thrive on it!  And if you try to organise any kind of social get-together with them, it is harder than when they had a job.

You would have thought after a life-time of hard graft they would put up their feet and take things easy, but not a bit of it.  It is almost as though they are determined to finally, after the end of their official working life, work like they like it - not as their idiot managers forced them to.  Sort of like people who set up their own business to be their own boss - except they don't get paid.

So if the government wants to save on pensions and make us work until we drop dead and loving it they should reform the workplace! Do some research and find out what people like and dislike about their jobs, change the workplace, and save tons of money on pensions!

It's not really all that difficult.  Stop infantilising employees by making them follow dumb procedures and work in ways that they, and their employers, know are completely pointless and often demotivating, like health & safety, back to work after illness interviews, annual assessments, endless meetings, rampant jargon, egotistical managers, ill-though-out assignments, motivational training, Human Resources - oh yes, abolish HR altogether; as necessary as a goiter, my father used to say, and just as debilitating.  And the insult, of being referred to as a 'resource' - I am not a resource, I am a human being, and if you don't treat me as one I will limit myself to being 'the resource', and withhold all those qualities and talents that aren't part of the 'resource' I am paid to be, but are probably the best part of me.

Get it into your tiny heads, you people who manage others, that we are naturally motivated to do a good job, and keen to succeed.  But after a life-time of being forced to jump through all sorts of hoops just to be allowed to do our job properly and as we see fit, is it a surprise that we finally give up, and just do time, dreaming of retirement and the day we can leave the Hell-Hotel that most work places are?

Why is it that most places I have ever worked in preferred that I did things wrong their way than right my way?  Why are most bosses so insecure that they cannot abide employees who don't need them to a good job, except to occasionally knock heads together or come up with additional funds?  Why are there so many people in organisations who are allowed to make life miserable for their colleagues, as long as they toe the company line? Why are employees harassed for being off sick, when they work countless hours of unpaid overtime which more than make up for it?

I am sorry this is turning into a rant, and I really must stop, but it infuriates me that so many working lives are blighted, and so many bright self-motivated employees become frustrated unmotivated wrecks, because they are mismanaged by inept bosses who are more concerned about protecting their pathetic fragile little egos than in getting the job done for the company.

In a world where we will have to work ever longer years, the work place must be reformed until it is a place where people actually want to be for reasons other than money - otherwise expect ever lower productivity and miserable workplace atmospheres, full of people who can't wait to escape and are just doing time, increasingly angry at not being able to retire because pensions are so low.

The office shouldn't be a place where people pretend to work, longingly waiting for the weekend and retirement, consoling themselves with the mantra of 'This, too will pass'!  It is not good for the employer who gets low productivity, not good for the workers who basically waste their lives, and bad for society who has to deal with frustrated people who long for a more meaningful existence.

You have read the book 'Bonjour Lazyness, Why hard work doesn't pay' by Corinne Maier? So true so true so true!


Sunday 3 April 2016

Little repair job

Mis-designed cutting board with integrated crumb tray

I spent today playing with my new workshop, after trekking to the hardware store again.  I can see this will become my new Sunday past-time, after meeting my friend A for breakfast at Valerie's.

A few weeks ago I had purchased a nice bread cutting board/frame made of oak, with a special feature - a crumb tray.  This is an interesting idea - you cut the bread on the wooden lattice, and the crumbs fall through the lattice into a tray.  No more crumbs all over the kitchen floor!  

Unfortunately the one I bought is a typical mis-design - the crumb tray could not be removed from the tray.  It could be pulled out, but stopped just short of coming out completely.  So every time you want to empty the crumb tray you have to take the entire cutting board-tray assembly and upend it over the sink to shake out the crumbs, half of which end up on the kitchen floor.

Since I now have a workshop, and tools, I decided to sort out this idiotic contraption.  I pried the bottom off the tray, and the top as well - this is an extremely well-made, sturdy, mis-design!  Then I discovered what stopped the tray from coming out - two tiny, 3 mm wide plugs on either end of the crumb tray.  I snapped them off with a chisel, and then glued everything back together with wood glue.  Some of the top horizontal lattice rods had also come loose, so I glued them as well.  Then I clamped the lot with my newly acquired mini-clamps.  

All clamped up

The tiny plugs that caused all the trouble

That's where the tiny plugs sat

Crumb tray half pulled out of the cutting frame/board


Saturday 2 April 2016

Building a door - Part 1 The workshop


The door isn't looking good!

The trouble with houses is that there is always something to do.  The door to the conservatory is in a seriously sad state, every time I open or close it pieces fall off.  Rather than rely on handymen - my experiences with them have been disappointing, except for my peach of a plumber - I decided to build that little baby myself.  I mean, how hard can it be?

Probably very hard.  I have been thinking about this project every day on the bus for five days, and slowly a plan is emerging.

The first thing I had to do is buy a few tools and turn the lean-to conservatory-cum- utility-room-cum Mouserleum into a workshop.  I re-located six demijohns full of home-made wine into the cupboard-underneath-the-stairs, deconstructed the stationary bicycle - I had bought a new one that folds up - and cleaned up the lean-to a bit.  

Noticing a funny smell I checked the drainage from the kitchen to the sink-hole and discovered a several inches thick cover of fat/soap/grime in there. Cleaning out the sinkhole is my least favourite job around the house, but its got to be done every other year or so.  Nasty smelling stuff in there!

The bicycle gave me much grief, too - build to last though now sadly broken.  The remainder is still lurking in the garden and will need attention soon.  But at least it is out of the lean-to.

I changed into my serious work-suit for cleaning out that sink-hole - the photo below is substandard, but it shows I mean business!

DB in work gear

After cleaning up the rest of the Mouserleum I shifted the furniture around and arranged my worktable.  It is on the small side, but I have another table, with flaps on each side, which can be used to extend the worktop. It still won't be large enough to build the door, I will have to assemble it on the dining room table.  But at least I can prepare all the constituent parts on my new work table.

I also hung up many of my frequently used tools on the wall, and re-purposed a sewing box to keep nails, screws, and similar supplies in.  The screwdrivers and chisels I put into old jam-jars.  Slowly my work-area is taking shape.

I already had quite a few tools, but additionally purchased four chisels, an electric saw, an electric drill, a wood-vice for the table, two heavy duty clamps, a sharpening stone, a spirit level, a carpentry square, and a lignum vitae wooden mallet.

The saw and drill had been left with a neighbour who was out so I couldn't collect it from them, but everything else is now in place.

Tomorrow I shall have to schlep to the hardware store again for wood-glue, little clamps, and a set of wrenches.  I have an old set from before the war, but it is the sort that goes around the whole bolt, and that is no good in a tight space like the bicycle joints I have to demolish.

This door project is going to take some time.  I need to plan and prepare everything carefully, because if I ruin my material I will have to carry another set of planks for 45 minutes from the hardware store to the Little House, and I am so not doing that!

I didn't take many before and after photos of the Mouserleum, because you already know what it looks like - see previous post.  But the door is prominently featured!

In the middle of re-arranging the Mouserleum; notice the sink hole at the bottom of the picture

All the glasses and bottles are now under the table

The new work-space!

I do like a tidy work area!

The round thing is from the deconstructed bicycle, I hope to use it as an anvil, it is heavy duty and quite thick

And here is the door - I have patched it up for 17 years and it really needs replacing