The Best of the Best of the Best

I’ve been reading a book that I found in our joint Kindle library called “Quiet” by Susan Cain, which is about introverts and how powerful they can be. It perked my interest because a large part of me is introverted. I have written a post about this:

Inside My Head 

I wouldn’t say that I am fully introverted because, as the post above says, there is an extrovert inside of me. Apparently this makes me an ambivert – somebody who loves being the centre of attention sometimes but also craves isolation. I would say that I am more of an introvert (probably about 70%) and the book above kind of confirms that. It’s a very interesting read and I can see myself in it. 

The writer of the book claims that the world has become driven by extroverts and, being an introvert herself, finds it a challenge to thrive in such a world. The whole point of the book is to shine a light on what makes a person an introvert and how such a person can succeed and flourish. It's too late for me because I have retired and am very happy now that I don’t have to unleash the extrovert into the corporate world when required (even though I often did).

Do we live in a world driven by extroverts? 

I am not so sure. I do believe that America in particular is more of an an extrovert-driven country but I’m not so sure about the rest of the world. I have worked and visited many and varied countries both as a tourist and as a worker and the corporate environment is not the same as it is in America. 

I have also been to the United States both as a tourist and as part of my job and I have witnessed this trend myself. I don’t want to generalise but a lot of corporate Americans that crossed my path seem to be extroverts who love to be the centre of attention. As a tourist, I got this too. Here is an example. 

I found myself in a theatre somewhere watching a hypnotist. I had seen a hypnotist in the UK and when he asked for volunteers from the audience, the majority of people were very reluctant to do so, with most, including me, trying to shrink in their chair, hoping it would swallow me up. Eventually the hypnotist ended up picking on people, that is, almost pleading with them to volunteer. In America, I found myself on the front row and having seen the hypnotist in the UK, was dreading the fact that he might see me and invite me on stage to humiliate myself. Worse, he might detect that I am English and that would be that. He walked out on stage and started his act and then looked at the audience. I swear that he was looking at me, directly in the eye, as the words came out of his mouth. 

“Can I have some volunteers from the audience please?”

I didn’t have to worry. 

Hundreds of arms shot up, and people started clapping and cheering and whooping in the way that Americans do. Many were disappointed. I was relieved. 

The guy behind me was very upset because he wasn’t picked. 

“AM I INVISIBLE?” he yelled at anyone who was willing to listen, his disgust plain for all to see. His words fell on deaf ears because there were other people complaining too. 

I am sceptical about hypnosis and when the hypnotist convinced a guy that he was Michael Jackson and a woman that she was Madonna, I didn’t believe it. To me these people were seeking attention and when he got them to sing a “duet” before snapping his fingers and releasing them from their trances, I almost laughed – not at the fact that their attempts were funny; I thought they weren’t hypnotised at all and simply wanted to show off. And it worked because both of them loved the rapturous applause they received, with the guy even bowing as if he were a rock star.

When I was working in Atlanta, the people were all very friendly and I even got my own little cube to work in. My aim was to perform a critical upgrade of the operating system and database and all I wanted was to let the introvert take over and settle down and get on with my job undisturbed. That couldn’t happen in America. Loads of people popped into my cube and introduced themselves. Some wanted to talk to the British person, others were just adding me to their already massive social circle by inviting me for lunch or even dinner. It was easy for me because I am British and as such, they were fascinated by my European and British heritage as well as my accent. The extrovert took over a lot more than I expected him to. In fact, on a separate occasion, I had to give a course there and I dreaded that because I am afraid of public speaking and in a country where public speaking seems to be a corporate requirement (certainly in my experience), I figured that the job would be so much more difficult. 

You can read about that here:

Fear (Part Three) – Public Speaking

I know that I am wrong in my generalisation that Americans are all extroverts. Clearly they are not. I have met many introverts on my travels over there. However, I am aware that self-improvement is something that was born across the pond and I think there is an expectation to be the best of the best – as illustrated in this clip:

In fact, Susan Cain’s book introduces a real live motivational speaker called Tony Robbins, who claims that everybody has a sleeping giant within, a powerful alter-ego that can take over and make you evolve into that person by focussing on the right things and “unleashing your power”. He plays in front of huge crowds and here is a taster of what you would get if you were to attend one of his events:

We don’t get many people like that in the UK, nor, in my experience at least, in the rest of the world. I’m not saying that Tony Robbins isn’t good at what he does at all. Helping people to find inner strength is a laudable quality. It’s just the whole showbusiness aspect of it I am highlighting. In the book Susan Cain says that she attended one of his events and, as an introvert, felt way out of her comfort zone. Tony Robbins was bouncing around the stage like the rampant extrovert he is, and he had his audience captivated and screaming and whooping in the way that only Americans do. It was more like a rock concert than a motivational therapy session. 

While this concept exists in the UK, we are more laid back and much less likely to be taken in by desire to be the best of the best. Some people are, don’t get me wrong, but over here we are a reserved bunch who laugh and make fun of such things. I have worked with Mr Motivation (or Mr Motivator), an old nemesis of mine, who demands that I try to be the best of the best. You can read about him here: 

The Art of Underachievement 

Every acolyte of Mr Motivation I have met is an extrovert. Introverts like me can succeed and climb the corporate ladder but we do it in our own way. The conversation I had in the above post is based on a real one where I told this particular Mr Motivation that in the end that you should play to your strengths, and, as I hope that Susan Cain concludes by the time that I have finished her book, it is absolutely fine to be an introvert with different desires and ways of working. You will succeed in your own way even if you are an introvert and don’t want to spend all your time looking for power and influence in an extrovert-driven existence. 

You don’t have to be the best of the best of the best. Nevertheless, as an introvert, you still can be if you so desire. 

Plastic Analysis

Welcome to a wet and miserable South Manchester where the rain is drizzling down and making my cats wet. You may think this is funny but it isn’t. Off they go outside through the cat flap and spend their time wandering around getting soaked before having a dig in soil and then coming back in, leaving a trail of dirty footprints on the kitchen floor, the windowsills and, arguably worst of all, the clean trousers that I put on this morning. To add insult to dirt, they shake like a dog to let me know how it feels to be outside at the moment. 

The good news this week is that my favourite band of all time, the Canadian band Rush, have extended their tour to include Europe and, in particular, Manchester where they will be playing at the brand new Co-op Arena. There will be a post about Rush coming soon (if you are interested) but the great news is that I managed to get a ticket despite the gig being pretty close to being sold out. Such is their popularity that they have added a second date in Manchester. I have to wait until next year but I already know it will be one of the gigs of 2027 for me. 

Let’s dive into a silly Sunday Stealing survey. 

Silly Survey Questions …

1. Did you/will you have coffee or some other form of caffeine today? 

I will have a cup of decaffeinated coffee later today. I stopped drinking caffeine around 2016 after I realized the effect it had on me. My boss asked me to come in early one Friday to fix something and because I succeeded he decided to reward me with several large mugs of what I can only describe as a nuclear caffeine bomb. I have to say that it tasted delightful but a couple of hours later I was so wired that I didn’t know what to do with myself at all. I’ve heard of the phrase “climbing the walls” but I was more like Spider-man; I honestly thought I could walk on the ceiling. I can’t imagine what I was like to talk to. I decided to eliminate caffeine that very day and that includes in tea. 

There are some places where the concept of decaffeinated coffee is as alien as Mork from Ork. A couple of years ago, I went to Amsterdam for a university reunion and at breakfast in a lovely café I asked the waiter for a decaffeinated coffee. He looked at me as if I had just grown a second head and, in a delightful Dutch accent he said “Decaffeinated coffee? We only have NORMAL coffee!” 

I sometimes indulge in coffee made from decaffeinated coffee grounds when I want to treat myself and that brings back memories of decent coffee from my past. 

I have to add finally that while I like coffee, I prefer tea (the decaffeinated variety). 

2. Who did you last have a text conversation with and what was it about? 

It was to my eldest son who was asking for my sister’s phone number so that he can invite her to a big party he is having later this year. 

3. Are there regular trains in and out of your town/city? 

There are hundreds of trains in and out of my city per day. Manchester has two enormous railway stations called Manchester Victoria and Manchester Piccadilly, as well as several smaller ones in the city centre. I can catch a direct train to most other UK major cities from there. For example, trains run to London two or three times and hour and it takes about two hours to travel the 200 miles between the cities. 

The local light railway or trams, called Metrolink, also has a station at each railway station making it easy for most Mancunians to get to the stations from the suburbs and surrounding towns.

4. Have you ever been hospitalised due to dehydration?

I have never been hospitalised. I drink lots of fluids so I rarely get dehydrated. 

5. Someone texts/IMs you just as you’re about to go to sleep. Do you reply? 

It depends on who it is and whether it is urgent. I will ignore it unless it requires my immediate attention. 

6. Do you grind your teeth?  

No – but Mrs PM does. She has woken me up doing it in the past. 

7. When you listen to music with headphones, do you keep the volume low enough to hear surrounding noise, or do you blast it?

It depends on where I am. I have a pair of earbuds and when I am out walking in the morning, I have it on a very low volume so that I can hear what is going on. However, if I am walking on a main road, I usually turn up the volume a little to lessen the impact of the engines of buses, cars and lorries. If ai am in a park I have the volume as low as possible.

On trains, trams and aircraft, I have the volume a little higher to lessen the impact of the engines of the vehicle I am travelling in. 

In a car, I don’t use my earbuds. 

8. Are you wearing nail polish?

Absolutely not. I have never worn it and I never will (unless for some crazy reason I decide to become a rock star or an actor in my old age – and even then I will only do it if I am paid a lot of money to do so). 

9. Do you have an ice maker in your refrigerator door?

No, sadly. I think it would be a useful thing to have. Mrs PM’s dad has one and in the summer it is quite useful. We (or should I say Mrs PM) plan to have a new kitchen in a year or two so we may consider it then. 

10. Do you have a friend named James?

Yes – I have several friends called James. One of my oldest friends, who I met at university, is called James but I haven’t seen him for about twenty years sadly. Closer to home I have an old workmate who I still keep in touch with called James. 

Oddly both of them insist on being called James as opposed to Jim.  I used to work with a guy called Jim and I used to call him “Jimbo” with the emphasis on the “BO”. Why? Because one of the first things he said to me was “Don’t call me Jimbo!”. It’s an unwritten law amongst a lot of blokes that if you react negatively to a name or a nickname then that name will stick. I discovered this to my own cost many years ago and occasionally I have to deal with old friends who still call me a nickname from a few years ago because I objected. 

Word Up!

Welcome to South Manchester where it has been absolutely throwing it down today in a way that is typical of my least favourite season. I can’t wait for winter to be over. 

You may have heard about a royal scandal this week and, of course, it happens to involve Andrew Mountbatten-Windsor, the Andrew formally known as prince. He was arrested this week for allegedly releasing material to Jeffrey Epstein that he shouldn’t have and the picture of him looking totally distraught in the back of a police car has made headlines worldwide. The last time a member of the royal family was arrested was back in the 17th century and that man was King Charles I. While Andrew was in custody, police searched his homes for evidence and while he has been released, it’s not looking good for him. 

The Epstein files are causing a lot of turbulence in the UK at the moment with this arrest and also the former UK Amabassador to the US, Peter Mandelson, has had to resign and give up his peerage. That is another chapter that will be reopened soon, I think. 

It’s little wonder that in America, there is surprise and irritation that more is not being done over there because there will be far more people who will be more than a little concerned. 

Anyway, enough of that. Let’s have some Sunday Stealing silliness. 

Word Association. Share what comes to mind when you hear the word ...

1. Biscuit

Custard Creams

In the UK a biscuit is the equivalent of a US cookie. What Americans call a “Biscuit” is more like what we call a “scone”. 

A custard cream is a variety of English biscuit that I used to love as a child. It is basically two small biscuits with a very sweet light yellow cream in the middle of them. They are still very popular today and I haven’t had one for years. I think the last time was when I used to work because people randomly used to bring in packets of biscuits for others. At home we rarely eat biscuits which is a good thing for my teeth and weight I guess. 

Having said that, I might just treat myself to a packet when I go shopping this week. 

2. Crayon

Wax

I haven’t used a crayon since I was a young child. We used to have wax crayons and use them to either colour pictures in a colouring book or just use them to draw stuff. 

The second thing I thought of was “crayon eaters” and this is a term used to describe people who struggle to think for themselves and just gobble up rubbish that certain politicians tell them no matter how ridiculous it is and support these charlatans no matter what. For example people who love the Orange Goblin in the White House despite the fact that he blatantly lies and is a convicted felon. 

3. Warmth

Cats

My cast, Ziggy and Star(dust), have the uncanny ability to find the warmest spot in the house. It’s usually a human hot water bottle, and they have two to choose from (me and Mrs PM). Star(dust) in particular will lie so close to my leg that Mrs PM says “She has become one with your leg”. 

Both of them do it though as you can see from this picture.

4. Flip

Flop

When I say flip-flop I don’t mean those used in electrical circuits. I am talking about what Australians call “thongs”, which are very uncomfortable rubber sandals that people wear on beaches and in hot climates. 

I hate wearing them because they irritate my toes. I prefer proper sandals. 

Incidentally, in the UK, “thongs” are extremely skimpy swimwear like this. 

And no – I never have and never will ever wear them myself. Mrs PM would never allow it. 

5. Slush

Winter

In Manchester, it rarely snows. We are far more likely to get rain in the winter. However, when we do get snow and it is followed by rain, the settled snow starts to melt and becomes a sopping mess of half melted snow called slush. We have had some this winter actually and I think it is worse than snow because it is wetter. I hate snow but I hate slush more. 

6. Wing

Holidays

You may think that is a bit of a stretch for word association but when I go on holiday I usually fly and on short flights I like to sit by the window and look out over the wing. 

7. Candle

Scent

Mrs PM used to buy (and be given) scented candles as a gift. I think as far as presents go, they are a bit rubbish – just my own personal opinion of course. Granted, they can smell nice when lit, but sometimes the smell is just overpowering. She is less inclined to buy them these days but she does get the odd one as a gift. 

                                                    

8. Cinnamon

Stick

I like cinnamon and Mrs PM uses it sometimes when she is trying new recipes. I don’t think that I have ever used a cinnamon stick personally, because we tend to use ground cinnamon instead. However, the phrase is quite common and I know people who buy cinnamon sticks for cooking. 

Love - With a Capital S

Welcome to a chilly and rainy South Manchester where the dreary temperature of 6°C doesn’t even begin to compete with the 33°C of Malaysia and 24°C of Hong Kong.

Yes – I am back from a two week jaunt to the Far East where we spent ten days in Malaysia (Kuala Lumpur and Penang) and four days in Hong Kong. The jet lag is just about over now but the weather in Manchester will take some time to get used to again. 

Let’s wade gently back into the land of bloggery with some silly questions from Sunday Stealing.  

Things I Love Beginning with S 

1. Spain. 

One of the reasons I started to try to learn Spanish is because I love Spain. 

I first visited the country back in the mid 1980’s when myself and two mates travelled there on Interrail from Paris. We visited San Sebastian in the north, Vigo in the west before heading (via Portugal) to Sevilla, Madrid and Barcelona. Perhaps the first word I learned in Spanish was cerveza (beer). Since then I have been back countless times, visiting most areas of this magnificent land. I’ve also been to the Balearic Islands (Majorca, Ibiza and Menorca) and the Canary Islands (Tenerife, Gran Canaria and Lanzarote). 

We are going back in May to Nerja on the south coast and I am really looking forward to it. My Spanish, although pretty poor, is getting better and I quite enjoy stumbling through sentences when talking to Spanish people. When they speak back though it is a struggle. I soldier on. 

2. Saturday

When I was working, Saturday was the best day of the week because I could have a lie in and enjoy a day that didn’t have work at all (apart form the odd exception of course). Saturday is typically a great day for sport (football, rugby and cricket) and I can relax and have fun. One of my old pals, who retired before I did, told me: “every day is like Saturday, Dave”. And now that I am retired – he’s right – well sort of. 

It is still a special day because Mrs PM still works and it is the best day for us to get together and do something interesting. 

3. Sea

I live on an island and no place here is too far away from the sea. Manchester is 40 to 50 miles away from the nearest coast so if I want I can easily get there. Mrs PM comes from Blackpool which is a big holiday resort on the west coast of England and I get to see the sea whenever we go to visit her parents. 

However, I like to sit watching the sea in sunnier places than north west England (mainly because it can be quite cold here, even in the summer). Whenever we go on a beach holiday I like to just sit there and contemplate life as I listen to the gentle sea or ocean lapping against the beach. It is very mindful and relaxing, especially as the sun goes down.

 4. Star Trek

I am a geek and a lot of the people I used to work with are also geeks. On one trip to Muscat in Oman, I was sitting in the hotel bar with such a person. The conversation was one of the most nerdy that I have ever been involved in. It wouldn’t have been out of place in The Big Bang Theory.

PM: What are you talking about? There is no way that Star Wars is better than Star Trek!

Geek 2: Are you insane? Star Wars is far more successful than Star Trek. People who like Star Trek are weird!

PM: Weird? Bloody hell – weirdness is a sad movie that had Jar Jar Binks in it! 

Geek 2: Okay that was a mistake. But what about Wesley Crusher? And NEELIX! If you think they are great characters you have no taste. Well that’s obvious because you prefer Star Trek.

And so it went on. And I am sure people started staring at us, rolling their eyes and shaking their heads.

And worse, nobody won the argument because secretly we BOTH like Star Wars and Star Trek. 

I’ve loved Star Trek since the original series and, while not everything is good (let me mention Neelix and Wesley Crusher again – I agree with Geek 2 about those two terrible characters), the best bits of Star Trek are far better. 

Star Trek II: The Wrath of Kahn and Star Trek: First Contact are far superior than any Star Wars movie in my opinion. 

Talking of the Big Bang Theory, I love this scene – and yes I know it involve Wil Wheaton (Wesley Crusher) but I have long since forgiven him (mainly because of this scene!):

I have to say that I have never been to a science fiction convention and if I did go, I wouldn’t get dressed up. Nor do I ever plan to learn Klingon:

Qapla’Ha’qu’ ghajbogh wanI’vam.

I can use Google translate!

5. Summer

As I sit here in a rainy city in north west England in the middle of winter, my positive mind is already searching for summer. I had a taste of it in Malaysia and Hong Kong and I can’t wait for May to come along. I live in England so we can’t guarantee that we will have a good summer. I do know, however, that I can and will jet off to Europe to enjoy the warm weather, the sunshine and long days. Last year in the UK we were lucky because we had four or five heatwaves here, which meant that I could enjoy all of those benefits from the comfort of my own home. 

Summer is only a few months away and I can’t wait for it. 

6. Sunday Stealing, of course!

It’s fun and silly!

Top Ten Enya Songs

 

Every year, Spotify provides me with a summary of what I have been listening to the previous year providing me with the album I’ve listened to most, the artist that has been most prolific in my sphere of choices and the song I have listened to most. 

If you are a regular reader of this blog you will know that I bang on about progressive rock and heavy metal and so you might be forgiven for predicting that my top songs, albums and artists would be from those genres every year. 

However, I like a lot of music out of those genres and when I was working, I used to listen to music that didn’t break my train of thought or draw me off into a universe surrounded by the music as a soundtrack at the expense of actually doing the work I was supposed to do. I therefore opted for something more soothing, ambient and pleasant and set up a mellow playlist of songs that would accompany on my creative voyage.

And that is why in the years 2023 and 2024 the artist that I listened to most in those years was Enya.

I was surprised to be honest, as might you be, dear reader. 

Was I disappointed? Not at all. I think Enya is a genius and although she is not prolific, the material that is out there is just wonderful. I would be quite happy to sit in a darkened room with a blazing fire in the middle of winter listening to her voice and music for a couple of hours. It is soothing, deep and ethereal and very tuneful. 

My most listened to artist of 2025 was Devin Townsend and that was because I no longer work and can therefore indulge myself. If you haven’t heard of him, the style of music he produces (according to Wikipedia) is heavy metal, extreme metal, progressive metal, alternative metal and hard rock. I would also add progressive rock to that list. But the one word that is missing from that list is ambient because Devin has also produced Enya-style ambient music in his back catalogue. I recall seeing an interview with him and he listed Enya as an influence because of the way she produces music. 

Here’s what he said:

In my life I think I’ve probably bought six copies of that record; I fucking love that record. And in fact, when I first heard ‘Orinoco Flow’ on the radio I remember thinking that it sounded so different from anything else – it’s like a women’s, new age-y choir, and the amount of echo and reverb; I was like, "I want metal that sounds like Enya", and I think I’ve spent most of my career working towards that end! 

I discovered Enya long before I discovered Devin Townsend and perhaps that mutual love of her music and the way she makes it is what drew me towards Devin and what he is trying to achieve. 

Here are my favourite Enya songs and if you haven’t heard her music, I would dive into it and see what you think. The list is biased towards Shepherd Moons (my favourite album by Enya) and Watermark but the later albums are very good too. Let’s dive in:

10. The Longships (from Watermark – 1988)

Longships are Viking warships and they ventured across rough seas to invade the British Isles, including Ireland, in the 8th and 9th centuries. It wasn’t just my country that was invaded; their people ventured further west, east and south as well. I can imagine that if there were drones around all that time ago, this music would have been playing as the drones swooped over a fleet of longships on their way to England.

9. The Memory of Trees (from The Memory of Trees – 1995)

This song has appeared on my playlist as I have walked through a small wood near to where I live and immediately adjusted my mind from its chosen path to focussing on the trees that surrounded me. It was a great little diversion because it was one of those cloudy but sunny days when the suns rays were broken up through the branches. 

8. A Day Without Rain (from A Day Without Rain – 2000)

Manchester has an unfair reputation for being one of the rainiest cities in England, which is good going given that it rains a lot in the UK. In Ireland, where Enya is from, it rains even more and so I imagine a day without rain is as good a day over there as it is here. That said, it isn’t that bad and sometimes a rainy day is quite welcome because it has a beauty of its own. This song provides the perfect soundtrack for a day when the rain has just stopped and the suns rays are glistening from the branches of trees. 

7.  Wild Child (from A Day Without Rain – 2000)

I think if I wrote a song called “Wild Child” it would be a lot heavier and more geared towards the partying days of my youth. Conversely Enya’s song is more uplifting and whenever I’ve heard it on my playlist I’ve thought about being on holiday, i.e. removing myself from the mundane drudgery of work and being free and “wild” in a beautiful place. 

6. Watermark (from Watermark – 1988)

Watermark is the first song on the album of the same name and I think it is absolutely beautiful. Again, like most Enya songs it provides the perfect soundtrack for walking in beautiful countryside on a sunny day. Bliss. 

5. Orinoco Flow (from Watermark – 1988)

This is the song that made both Devin Townsend and me huge fans of Enya. In the UK it rocketed to number 1 and made Enya a huge star. It is probably her most famous song and at the time of its release there had never been anything like it in the charts. I’m glad so many people liked it and it still holds a place in my heart even though it is not my all-time favourite.

 4. Lothlórien (from Shepherd Moons – 1991)

Lothlórien is a beautiful song and I would love to be able to play it on a piano, if I ever get to the point where I’m not hitting the wrong keys. One day I may be able to do it justice. If you want to know, Lothlórien is one of the realms in Middle Earth that is ruled by Elves. I didn’t know that until I looked it up. I assumed it was a Gaelic word. 

3. Shepherd Moons (from Shepherd Moons – 1991)

As I said, Shepherd Moons is my favourite album by Enya and the title track is the opening song. I bought it back in 1991 and when I heard this song it almost moved me to tears. It is another magnificent piano piece but this time accompanied by Enya’s beautiful and haunting voice. I like listening to this song at night if I am on holiday by the sea. I have fond memories of seeing the moon reflecting off a still ocean while listening to this through headphones. Wonderful. 

2. Only Time (from A Day Without Rain – 2000)

I love the sentiment of this song and it always makes me think about how time flies, especially as you get older. In the video Enya is walking slowly through the various seasons as she sings and I can see the seasons slowly drifting by myself. Of course we are in winter now (which I hate) but it won’t be long before time drifts on and summertime is here. That makes me feel content. 

1. Caribbean Blue (from Shepherd Moons – 1991)

This is another song that I play a lot when I am on holiday by the ocean. If I am going for a walk on my own along the promenade, I usually make a special effort to play Caribbean Blue as I look at the blueness of the sky and the ocean, especially if there aren’t many people around. Back in the early 1990’s I made a video of my holiday in Greece and used this song as a soundtrack to a walk that we took and it fitted perfectly. I love this song because it brings back so many good memories of holidays to Europe – oh and also in the Caribbean (when I visited the Bahamas and Barbados). It has a really special place in my heart. 

Quince

Welcome to South Manchester on a bright, sunny but cold day. This time in just over a week, I’ll be on my way to Malaysia where I am informed the temperature is more like 30 °C to 35 °C (86 °F to 95 °F). I can cope with those kinds of temperatures and I’ve been to Singapore a few times (where the climate is roughly the same). 

I’m looking forward to it. 

In the meantime, here is a quick dive into this week’s Sunday Stealing. 

 Three things I love (Remember, these are things, not people):

1. Rock music

I’m going to say “rock” as opposed to the subgenres like progressive rock, heavy metal, psychedelic rock etc. I would add that progressive rock is probably my favourite subgenre but I like most other types of rock music. 

2. Where I live

Manchester is a wonderful city and I am delighted to live here. It is a good base for travelling around the UK, being close to Wales, the Lake District, the Peak District and Yorkshire where the scenery is wonderful. It is easy to get to Birmingham and London by train, a mere two hours to London in fact. My house is also in a good district in the city, about five miles south of the city and within half an hour’s drive of the Cheshire countryside. I also love my house. 

3. Travelling

Travelling is wonderful for the soul and very therapeutic. I have travelled extensively and already have plans to go to Malaysia, Hong Kong and Spain this year, with another destination as yet unplanned in September with a possible university reunion in a European city squeezed in sometime too. 

Three things on my desk:

1. My laptop

2. My printer

3. A mini Groot light. 

Three things I can't do:

1. Play guitar

I would love to be able to play the guitar but sadly it is not to be. I chose to learn the piano because it gives me more options. Until the age of 16 I could play the trombone but I’m not sure that I could now. 

2. Sing

I have a synthesiser and it has a microphone that you can use to add vocals to a song. Last year, I used the synthesiser to produce a very crude version of “Just Can’t Get Enough” by Depeche Mode and record it using a DAW (Digital Audio Workstation) on my laptop. It wasn’t good but it did sound like the song if you were being very kind. Really it was just a practice to help me get used to the concept of recording music on a computer so, as bad as it is, the experiment was a success. That is until I tried to sing the lyrics and add it as an extra track. I decided to use my pure vocals rather than adding effects to my voice using the synthesiser. As the words left my mouth they sounded wonderful. They were in tune (according to my ears) and I thought that Dave Gahan, the lead singer of Depeche Mode, might say “Not as good as my voice, Dave, but pretty bloody good”. 

And then I played it back. 

MY VOICE SOUNDED DREADFUL!

The notes were okay but the tone of my voice was so bland, banal and boring that I was absolutely shocked. It didn’t sound like the angelic vocals that came out when I recorded it. 

Note to self. If you are going to make music, Dave, DO NOT SING! 

Make instrumentals or get somebody who CAN sing to do it for you.  

3. Ride a motorbike

I have a friend who loves his motorbike and has often asked me to get on the back of the thing “for a ride around the country roads in Cheshire”. It would terrify me so I have always refused. I never saw the point of riding a motorbike because although, apparently, the experience is “exhilarating” (as he described it), to me at least it just seems dangerous. I am delighted that I can’t ride a motorbike and I will never ever get on one. 

Three things I'm good at:

1. Maths

I always found maths quite easy and I was so good at it that I took my O-Level a year early and acquired an additional “advanced” O-Level before going on to get an A-Level too. When I went to university, I studied Computational and Statistical Science but a large portion of that, at least in the first two years, was maths. I know it is something that a large number of people struggle with but to me it is not that difficult. I am such a geek because I find it absolutely fascinationg.

2. Programming

I wrote loads of computer programs for over forty years and I was told that I was good at it. These programmes ranged from supplying the relevant data to display flight data on monitors in airports to controlling the flow of edible oil through various processing plants; backing up a crucial database without shutting down to routing vital messages from several incoming sources to several outgoing sources. And that’s just off the top of my head. There are lots of airports around the world where you can see the fruits of my software creation. 

I have a logical mind and, as many programmers will tell you, as long as you know and understand the algorithm, you can get most things to work. Sadly, the rise of AI has eluded me and, currently, I have no desire to dive back into the realms of computer science because I want a break from it. That said, I may consider diving back into it as a hobby in future because I am quite interested in exploring the world of AI. 

3. Ranting

I am trying my best to retire from ranting, having been called a “grumpy old man” and a “weird curmudgeon” (amongst other things). At work, people used to push my buttons on purpose because, apparently, I made a lot of people laugh. It was always good natured and I always tried my best to make it slightly humorous. I think it worked. The problem is that these days I start to get angry because the world is devolving. I am planning a (non-ranting) post on this in due course – but trying to do so without actually ranting is proving very difficult, if I’m honest.  

Three things I want to accomplish:

1.  Learn to play the piano 

Playing the piano is a good retirement project that I am currently enjoying. It is really a stepping stone to trying to create and record some digital music and record it on the computer. A retired mate of mine does this now and has released his music on Spotify. I will never be as good as he is but I don’t really care. I am doing it for fun. If you want to look up my mate, his "artist" name is Methyl Orange. 

2. Write a novel

I am currently (and very slowly) writing a novel. I don’t plan to get it published (as I am not a good writer). Nevertheless, to actually finish one and be happy with it would be very satisfying. 

3. Speak a language almost fluently

I am currently trying to learn Spanish, French and German and I am improving at all of them. I know really that I will never be fluent because you really have to immerse yourself by living there for a while. It’s still a goal though and if you don’t have a goal you will just stop. 

I’m getting there – slowly. 

Young Guns

Welcome to a bright but cold winter day in South Manchester. The UK has been battered by a storm called Storm Goretti (named by the French Meteorological Office) which struck the other night bringing 100mph hour winds and tons of snow to various parts of the country. Thankfully it travelled south of Manchester and the only sign that we had here was a slightly breezier day and a little rain. In the UK, we are legendary in our ineptitude at being able to cope with adverse weather conditions. Whenever a storm arrives or we have snow, the whole country comes to a standstill, and such is the case with this new storm. Locally (within about a fifty mile radius) we are okay but the rest of the country is struggling to cope, with power cuts, blocked roads and transport problems. Hopefully things will improve soon. 

This week’s Sunday Stealing takes us back in time to childhood. In my case this is about five decades because I was born in 1962 and grew up, really, in the 1970’s. I guess it will vary from person to person. To be honest, I don’t recall much about the 1960’s apart from England winning the World Cup in 1966 and Neil Armstrong setting foot on the Moon in 1969. I was only three years old when England won but I vaguely recall my dad being ecstatically happy about it. The Moon landing was different because my dad told me that this was an important moment in history and as we watched it on TV he told me that I should remember this - and I do.

By the way. the photo above is me when I was twelve years old. That was over fifty years ago and makes me feel really old

Shall we dive in, anyway? 

1. Tell us about a time when your family got a newfangled invention (your first air conditioner, colour TV, VCR, microwave, computer, etc.).

My dad, like me, was a lover of technology and gadgets. I think if he had had the opportunities and educational chances that I had he may have been the first person in my family to go into further education but instead he had to make do with succumbing to the demands of the working-class principles of the day. He left school at fifteen and immediately got a job in a factory. He was a well- read man though, my old man, and he always had his nose in a book. Whenever he saw something shiny and new advertised on the TV, he would make a mental note to save up his hard-earned money and buy it. 

For this reason, we were one of the first families where I lived to get a colour TV and a VCR when they were released. I remember seeing him walking up the street carrying a box. I ran up to him and, knowing his love of gadgetry, I asked him what he had bought. He smiled and said “Come home and see; we can set it up.”

It was a VCR and I had heard of them but never thought we could afford one. The two of us set it up and worked out the controls and how to record on the timer and then played with it for weeks. We had quite a few tapes and gradually he started building up a library of his favourite shows. My mates wanted to visit just to see it in action. I loved it because you could pause TV programmes and step through them a frame at a time, which made watching football on Match of the Day really interesting. 

2. Is there a particular song that sparks a childhood memory?

There are hundreds of songs that spark childhood memories. Here are a couple:

I loved this song and my dad hated it. I was only about four at the time but I remember hearing it on the radio at Christmas while sitting in front of a coal fire at my Grandad’s house and then jumping up and down singing “She’s giving me Good Vibrations” much to the amusement of my grandparents. I still love the song today. 

This is the first song that I really loved. The Sweet were a British glam rock band who were massive in the UK in the early 1970’s and this song reached number one, which meant that it was played everywhere. My parents and grandparents hated it but we as kids loved it. I have a vivid memory of attempting to dance to it at a school disco with my mates when I was about eight years old. 

Fast forward to 1978 when I was about fifteen years old. I used to do a paper round and had to be up at the crack of dawn. My dad worked shifts in a factory and he would wake me up at about 5:30 am and I would drink coffee while listening to the radio in order to wake myself up. Baker Street was released in the winter and I recall loving it before setting off to wander the streets with a bag full of newspapers in the darkness before the whole of Walsall woke up. I recall loving the tranquillity and peace of dark silent streets as people were gradually waking up to greet the new day. I did briefly consider becoming a postman for that reason and I think if I ever get bored in retirement (as unlikely that this is) I might just think about early morning deliveries. It is very mindful and relaxing. 

3. What is something an older family member taught you to do?

My mum taught me to cook a lot of basic things as well as useful household chores. I am not a fan of cooking now but thanks to my mum I can make a variety of things even without recipes should the need arise. This came in very useful when I left for university. A lot of my mates there were hopeless in the kitchen. In fact, there are lots of mates of mine even today who can’t cook (or maybe that is just an excuse). I certainly encouraged my own lads to cook and now they are both very good. My youngest son's Brownies are delightful (and I have just finished off the batch he made us for Christmas).  

4. Back in the day, what name brands would we have found in your family's kitchen?

A lot of brands have survived from when I was a child and some have fallen by the wayside. We used to have Heinz soup for example.  A few weird things existed though like powdered mashed potato. We had a brand called Smash with the slogan “For mash get Smash”. It had a funny advert though:

Thankfully, we peeled potatoes with our metal knives, boiled them for twenty of our minutes and smashed them all to bits because Smash was horrible in comparison. 

Another disgusting thing that my mum used to buy was condensed milk which came in a can and looked vaguely like normal milk – except that it was thick, sweet, sickly and tasted nothing like milk at all. In fact, there was a Saturday morning kids show called TISWAS (Today Is Saturday Watch and Smile) where they used to take the mickey out of this foul substance by pretending that “condensed milk sandwiches” were a good thing. 

5. As a child, did you collect anything (rocks, shells, stickers, etc.)?

Yes I did. I started off by collecting cigarette cards. My dad was a smoker (as were most people back in the 1960’s and 1970’s) and with each packet of cigarettes you got a little card with a picture on it and you could collect them all and add them to a little booklet. I gave up eventually and started collecting football programmes. My dad was a regular at Walsall football club and every time he went to a game he would buy a programme. I started collecting them in 1973 and I carried on through university and for the first couple of years of work. And then I stopped apart from buying the odd one at more recent games. I actually still have my collection in the loft. I don’t think they are worth anything but certainly the nostalgia factor is still there. I even dug one out for my next door neighbour recently because he knows a former professional footballer who played for Port Vale against my team, Walsall, in the 1970’s and I have a football programme with a photo of him in it and his name on the team sheet. Apparently he was pleased to see his name and face in the programme. 

Here is an example of one of the first programmes I collected: