Tudor Parfitt

As he entered the sacred cave, a deafening roar filled the air. It was the dead of night in deepest Zimbabwe. The lone explorer reached for his gun, the beam of his torch wavering as he battled his nerves.

This was Dumghe mountain, the spiritual home of the mighty Lemba people. In this cave lay the secrets of their ancestors. A real-life Indiana Jones was determined to reach into its closely-guarded depths.

The renowned Welsh academic Tudor Parfitt had been told of a previous hapless researcher who had wandered too far down forbidden paths leading to this den of treasures. He had been brutally circumcised by the tribe. Village elders spoke of two-headed snakes which resided in the cave.

Tonight was Parfitt's opportunity to put ancient questions to rest once and for all. He had left the Lemba drinking chibuku - home-brewed maize beer the consistency of porridge - at their chief's hut, their naked women ululating and dancing to encourage the gods to bring rain.

Later, they would collapse into an alcohol-induced slumber, leaving
the cave momentarily unguarded .........

Tudor Parfitt, a Welsh Born Icon, and his Remarkable Quest for the Legendary Ark

Praxis

Myself (thumbing the Ready Rubbed into the bowl of a briar): Praxis is the process by which a theory, lesson, or skill is enacted or practiced. It is a practical and applied knowledge to one's actions. It has meaning in political, educational, and spiritual realms.

Prodnose: OK, so you've had a drumming lesson. Enough already!

Myself: I would prefer to classify it as behavioural intervention to enhance brain health and plasticity, but yes you're right.

Prodnose: If this page took a shower, this is what it would sing: http://www.codeorgan.com/?url=nickbrowne.coraider.com. Meditate on that load of old cobblers.

Among the poetry anthologies

We Used to Be Wives: Divorce Unveiled Through Poetry
Language Poetries: An Anthology
Unsettling America: An Anthology of Contemporary Multicultural Poetry
Intimate Kisses: The Poetry of Sexual Pleasure
Place of Passage: Contemporary Catholic Poetry
American Diaspora: Poetry of Displacement
How Much Earth: An Anthology of Fresno Poets
Christ in the Poetry of Today
Sanctified: An Anthology of Poetry by LGBT Christians
Taste: An Anthology of Poetry About Food
Kindness: A Vegetarian Poetry Anthology
Sweet Nothings: An Anthology of Rock and Roll in American Poetry
Rubber Side Down: The Biker Poet Anthology

All genuine accoring to The New Math of Poetry; no itches here that require scratching in my Amazon Wish List.

Wales the True Taste

Now in its second year, the True Taste Welsh Produce Market is back, bigger and better than before, bringing fresh produce from Wales’s farm gates to Londoners’ plates. The market will be held on Friday 26 February 2010 between 11am and 7pm at Golden Square, London, W1 (just off Regent’s Street).

Launched in 2009 the True Taste Welsh Produce Market featured 12 producers and proved a huge success. London residents and commuters flocked to the one-day event, increasing the footfall to St Christopher’s Place (where the market was held in 2009) by 48% on the Friday of the previous week, and by 63% on the same Friday the previous year.

This year the market has moved to a larger location to allow Londoners to be able to sample and buy produce from double the number of stall holders. Golden Square in the heart of London’s West End will host up to 24 True Taste award-winning producers selling a plethora of food and drink from artesian cheeses and exquisite smoked meats and pâtés, to mouth-watering chocolate brownies and fresh fruit, vegetables and meat from local Welsh farm shops.

I can't make it myself, but I pass the information on as a public service announcement.

In a world where .....

The video above is apparently a computer animation of Gordon Brown's "bullying" from the news coverage in Hong Kong.

It is very possibly the funniest thing I have ever seen. A new action hero is born.

(I start it 35 seconds in by the deft addition of the parameter &start=35 to the URL.)

Head swells; nose runs

Just a fortnight after winning it last, the bomber has come home with the Golden Boot awarded to the week's best rugby player.

I didn't take him on Sunday. "How many tries did you score?" I asked him when I picked him up from school yesterday.

"Six," he replied deadpan.

In another development, the Sunday Express has reported that "the Queen is a massive internet star." The Household must be getting good advice.

I have a stinking cold this morning, but on reflection the ledger is in balance.

Ukraine's Got Talent

Kseniya Simonova is an artist who won Ukraine's version of "America's Got Talent." She uses a giant light box, dramatic music, imagination and "sand painting" skills to interpret Germany's invasion and occupation of Ukraine during WWII.
I've never seen anything quite like this.

Shady URL

Don't just shorten your URL, make it suspicious and frightening.

http://nickbrowne.coraider.com/
is now
http://5z8.info/toosexyfortv.mov_b6l6i_pornnow.

It is your turn at http://www.shadyurl.com.

Bawdy

A friend and I are wandering through the lush gardens of a grand country home. “Wouldn’t it be wonderful to live somewhere like this?” I ask, stopping to admire the view of the house over its lake. “Summer days on the lawn, grand parties, cocktails.” My friend mutters something about having a social conscience, but I’m not listening. “Lazing about,” I continue. “Wonderfully bored.” My friend’s face swivels towards me like the ventriloquist’s dummy in Magic. “Bored? How could you be bored if you had all that?” he exclaims.

I have always fancied being bored on a huge and stylish scale. I’m talking Great Gatsby boredom, with everyone lying around in white clothes and floppy hats, sipping long drinks with cooling names, and being utterly and divinely bored. How sophisticated can one get, goes my thinking, that even when surrounded by the best things in life, it’s not enough? Boredom wins through.

Why not take it easy this weekend? Is another occasional series born - Icons passim?

On Green Dolphin Street

I wandered back into the front room last night after being distracted doing stuff (yes, I'm pretty sure it was stuff) to find a networked new ninja bomber plus pal Jonnie racing some kids in Japan in a Super Mario Wii game while listening to "On Green Dolphin Street" via Spotify.

This is range that would have been inconceivable to me when I was nine. I don't know what effect it will have on them in the long term, but I will be astounded if it makes them dumber, less empathetic, or incurious in general.

Joseph Conrad in Cardiff

78 Cathedral Road to be precise.

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Just passing the information on from here.

The Eccentric Club

From the Royal Diary via Twitter:

On 17 Feb: The Duke of Edinburgh - Patron, will attend a Dinner at the Eccentric Club's newly found Club House, 40 Dover Street, London.

Looking at http://www.eccentricclub.co.uk/ I find that I am delighted by this development.

ZZ Stop

There was a Brad Pitt with a beard,
Who said, 'It is just as I feared!
Angelina (not Jen),
and our tribe of children
Have all built their nests in my beard!'

Apologies to Edward Lear.

Part of an occasional series on face furniture - see Icons passim.

Dick Francis

LEGENDARY Welsh jockey, thriller writer and wartime Spitfire pilot Dick Francis has died at his Caribbean home aged 89.

The writer, born in the Pembrokeshire village of Lawrenny, near Tenby, died in Grand Cayman at the weekend.

Well I never. Dick Francis was Welsh. The first WBI of the new decade is hereby inaugurated.

The Golden Boot

I see from Icons passim that the bomber won his first golden boot back in October. He won his second last weekend and asked me today when we were handing it back how long it was since he won it last.

I found the answer from the blog, so I am recording it here so I can answer the question should it occur a third time.

Ali G in Wales

Hat tip, Chris.

Swansea Love Story

In 2009, Swansea drug agencies reported a 180 percent rise in heroin use, and it’s visible on the city’s streets. Early one morning we meet a young, homeless couple named Amy and Cornelius in a city centre alley. As heroin-addicted alcoholics, they’re smack in the middle of two of South Wales’s most ever-present epidemics.

I haven't seen this yet, I just read about it in Time Out this morning. VBS.TV is the place to go apparently.

The Yellow Drawing Room

Like the Chinese Dining Room, the Yellow Drawing Room was intended to contain some of the more extravagant fixtures and fittings from Brighton Pavilion. It occupies the south-east corner of Blore's new wing at first-floor level, looking out over the forecourt and interconnecting with the adjoining suite of visitors' bedrooms and dressing rooms. The magnificent chimneypiece, designed by Robert Jones, came from the Saloon at Brighton, as did the pair of mounted Chinese celadon candelabra on it. The 'Rock Clock' however was originally in the Music Room at Brighton, as were the pair of Chinese porcelain pagodas on Spode bases, matching a larger set of four. Either side of the chimneypiece stand a pair of chinoiserie tables, one French, c.1780 and originally from the Chinese Room at Carlton House, the other an English copy made by Edward Bailey in 1819 for the Music Room Gallery at Brighton. From the Banqueting Room Gallery came the set of chairs by Bailey & Sanders, and from the Banqueting Room itself came the Spode lamp in the far corner. Between the pagodas stands a centre table with pietra dura top made by Morel & Seddon for the Crimson Drawing Room at Windsor.

The Yellow Drawing Room was redecorated and hung in richly figured yellow silk for the State Visit of the Emperor Napoleon III and the Empress Eugénie in 1855. The imperial couple spent three days at Windsor before moving on with Queen Victoria for a further three days at Buckingham Palace. In the years after the First World War, Queen Mary rearranged the room and installed a fine early nineteenth-century Chinese wallpaper that she had discovered in store. Today the room is frequently used by Her Majesty The Queen and other members of the Royal Family for portrait sittings.

I went to a meeting there yesterday. How cool is that?

Hide in Plain Sight

Not since Barclays Bank in Camden Town became the Jazz Café in 1990 has London seen a new, purpose-built jazz nightclub.

South London, a jazz desert relieved only by occasional oases inside Victorian pubs, has never had one. Until now, that is. The Hideaway, brainchild of businesswoman Frances Strachan, will change all that. Formerly a snooker hall secreted down an alley opposite Streatham overground station, it has been spectacularly transformed into the spacious and smart clubrooom, restaurant and bar launched by tenorist Ed Jones last Friday and diva Mica Paris the following night.

Excellent, and only a short hop away in a cab or on a 57 bus.

Sweet FATV

The FA Cup Fifth Round tie between holders Chelsea and 2008 Finalists Cardiff City will be streamed live on TheFA.com.

At noon on Saturday 13 February, fans will have the opportunity to see the match for free on FATV.

It's the first FA Cup meeting between the two clubs for 83 years. The 1927 Sixth Round tie finished 0-0 at Stamford Bridge, and the Welsh side triumphed 3-2 in the replay. That season, Cardiff went on to win The Cup, beating Arsenal 1-0 at Wembley.

A 1986 League Cup game was the last time the two clubs met. Ninian Park hosted another win for the Bluebirds (2-1), but overall the record between the sides is equal with 15 wins apiece.

This is an interesting development. I am pretty sure that no cup tie has been streamed like this before, so I will be tuning into http://www.thefa.com/FATV.aspx at noon on Saturday.

Can't help but notice that it is immediately followed by the Wales Scotland Six Nations game at 2pm. After that we have to wait until the evening for the next important Welsh event when Nathan Cleverly goes up for the European light heavyweight crown.