Monthly Archives: September 2016

September 2016 garden diary

dandelion

Top tip: this is a good time to use lawn weedkiller. All those dandelion parachutes that germinated during the summer will be developing their strength before Winter sets in – and will get established very quickly next Spring. Zap them now and stop them in their tracks. But be sure to give the weedkiller bottle a good shake; otherwise the mixture may be too powerful and you may end up killing grass as well as weeds!

orchids

Our orchids are resting at the moment, near the kitchen windowsill. They need to be watered once a week – preferably with rainwater, though that’s not essential. The key thing is to keep them damp; but not soggy; so, if using tap water, for instance, let the water run right through the pot.

I discovered some caterpillars on a potted rose. The rose is a fairly nondescript specimen, occasionally producing smallish, pale white blossoms. I’ll persevere, though, and see what happens. I’m going to prune it soon, but in the meantime I’ve discovered that some caterpillars have been chomping away at quite a few of the leaves (doing some pruning for me …). My immediate thought was to pick them off and dispose of them; but then I became curious as to what species they were. So I let them live … and did a bit of Googling to try to identify them.

moths2


moths

moth3It turns out they’re caterpillars of the Figure of Eight moth (Diloba caeruleocephala). They fly in late September … which is precisely what seems to have happened since I took these pictures at the beginning of the month. The Figure of Eight moth itself is distinguished by what looks like a number eight on its wings. Unfortunately I missed any in-between stage. Did they weave a cocoon, like butterflies do? I don’t know. They seemed to suddenly disappear. Perhaps they dropped to the ground?

A good excuse for some further research. Apparently there are no less than 2,400 species of moth in Britain, a figure that I found rather amazing …

Verbena Bonariensis – single specimen of one of Lynn’s favourite flowers (hopefully, lots more to come!)
verbena-arboriensis

Sedum Spectabile
sedum

Ornamental grassMiscanthus Abundance
grass

Mint – bumblebee hard at work, preparing for Winter
mint

Who’s been eating our Cactus?
cactus

Conkers!
conkers

 

 

 

Image credits:
Dandelion – by Greg Hume (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

Figure of Eight moth – by Dumi (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0) or GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html)%5D, via Wikimedia Commonsari

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Tony Blair, bread pudding and me

I must admit, I didn’t expect an interrogation by world-renowned TV interviewer John Humphrys to come between me and my daily ‘fix’ of bread pudding – but that’s what happened.

breadpudding

Ah, I tell you, the lure of bread pudding is irresistible to those who become addicted to it. Habitual ‘users’ can easily become trapped in a downward spiral, perhaps beginning with a chance purchase in a moment of weakness, then progressing to more frequent consumption as the product takes a hold on the user’s appetite and finally ending up with an intense craving, which can only be satisfied by more and more frequent ingestion.

And so it was, on that fateful, overcast lunchtime, as I made my way, accompanied by two similarly-addicted schoolfriends, down the (ironically?) steep hill from Caerphilly Grammar Technical School For Boys to our ‘fixer’, the lady who served behind the counter at a cafe opposite Woolworths in the town centre.

However … when we were about half way there, our attention was diverted by a small group of people who’d gathered to watch a film crew setting up a camera. It looked as though they’d just arrived. Torn between our need to satisfy an intense desire for the moist texture and sugary, sultana-strewn delight of our daily portion of bread pudding, and our natural nosiness, we opted to join the group. A young man mikein a smart suit stood in the middle, wielding a large, intimidating microphone.

“Now, which of you is prepared to be interviewed?”, he asked. “Not me!” was my immediate thought, just as one of my friends pushed me so hard from behind that I fell right in front of the dapper reporter. “Ah, a volunteer!”, he said as I stood up and brushed myself off and he thrust the mike right in front of my face.

This was John Humphrys, who (as it happens) was just embarking on a career trajectory that would see him build a glittering reputation as an award-winning broadcaster, filing historic news reports and becoming a nationally-recognised newsreader, quiz show host and anchor man on the BBC‘s flagship national radio programme, Today, a position which he still holds ‘today’. He reported on the dramatic resignation of Richard Nixon, on the execution of Gary Gilmore and he really made his name (as I recall) with his interview with Ian Smith, at the time of the ill-fated Rhodesian UDI (Unilateral Declaration of Independence) in Rhodesia. He’s conducted very many memorable interviews, including this one with Tony Blair.

Humphrys’ interviewing style has sometimes attracted criticism, as certain politicians have found his line of questioning too abrasive. They’ve even queried his impartiality and by inference that of the BBC itself.

Anyway, here I was, with the mike strategically positioned, as Humphrys looked me straight in the eye and said: “So what’s your opinion about the proposed change of the spelling of the name of Caerphilly to the Welsh spelling?”

As this was the first I’d heard of said proposed spelling change, I was a bit taken aback. If he’d asked me about the tactics currently employed by the Cardiff City manager, what I thought of the new Beatles single or whether long hair (like mine) should be banned at school, my opinion would have already been formed.

But herein lies the problem with all these interviewers: they may not be partial, but they do set the agenda. And in that sense any such interview will always be driven by the bees in the particular interviewer’s bonnet. There is always a tug-of-war in such encounters, the interviewee wanting to steer things in a direction that will show his or her political policies in the most positive light, help sell a book, perhaps, or try to re-write history, the interviewer determined to bring a deeper truth to the surface and see through any smoke-screen.

John Humphrys was faced with the accusation that the BBC is biased in an event called intelligence, and put up quite a strong defence.

“We-ell”, I said, stuttering in my first and last major TV interview, “I suppose if the pronounciation [note spelling] is the same, it won’t make much difference really”.

That single sentence reply seemed to satisfy Mr Humphrys. No follow-up that would see me fall into a trap that he’d set. But having researched his career path, I’m fairly sure I was his first-ever interviewee, as I’d never seen him on TV previously despite having been a regular viewer of TWW on which channel the piece appeared that night. After all, the camera was set up at the top of the town, and they’d come over the hill from Cardiff. So maybe I was the first in a very long and distinguished line …

And so we continued our journey to the cafe and polished off our customary slices of bread pudding. “Navvies wedding cake, they call it”, the lady behind the counter once said (and she was right).

Next morning, my appearance on the box was referred to by headmaster Mr Bell-Jones at the end of Assembly. I suppose in the current school environment I would have been congratulated caerphillyprofusely and made to feel as though I’d achieved something utterly wonderful. Not so in my case, as ‘Ding Dong’ announced that “… one of our boys, Richard Fox, appeared on television last night. It’s a pity that he pronounced the word ‘pronunciation’ as ‘pronounciation'”.

Caerphilly never did change its official name to the Welsh spelling (Caerfili); I recovered from my bread pudding addiction, graduating to tinned sardines; and of course I always remember how important it is that, whenever I pronounce pronouncements, especially in TV interviews, they absolutely must be delivered with the correct pronunciation.

Well, you live and learn …

 

 

Image credit: A slice of plain bread pudding, by Roly Williams (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons.
Microphone, a different viewpoint, by Vikramdeep Sidhu from Jhajjar, India (Ready to Jam) [CC BY 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

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