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Batman and the Pavilion Proxy Paradox

I tend to be out of the country during elections. This is good as it means I miss most of the pre-election razzmatazz. It is less good because I have to go to some lengths to exercise my franchise which is something I feel I should do.

Fortunately, I have the option of appointing a proxy who can vote for me. I am in the happy position of having Green MEP, Keith Taylor, as my proxy which means that not only does he have to schlep down to the polling station for me, but he is ideally placed to advise me on how to vote in the event that I am unsure.

Keith ignores pier

Just such a situation is looming now. In a few days time we are being treated to the chance to vote for a police commissioner. We are told that the old police authorities are being scrapped to make way for politically appointed, sorry, democratically elected commissioners. This sucks as it is likely to result in a competition to please all of the people all of the time which of course will fail. So they will try to please the loudest people by pandering to the lowest common denominator. Think X Factor or Britain's Got Talent with tasers [Hmmm, nice idea - Ed.]. 

Expect to see a pillory and stocks on the Steine sometime soon. No doubt the ever resourceful Mears & Co will be on hand to sell rotten vegetables.

My instinctive image of a police commissioner is Commissioner Gordon:

"I think the Pavilion is that way..."

but we will not be offered anything as entertaining and the Dashing Duo and Gullible Gordon on this occasion. It turns out that Brighton’s three front runners are this lot:

The Tiresome Trio (who cares what their names are)

Of course the opinion polls indicate that most people don’t give a damn. Very few seemed to know about police authorities and even fewer care about replacing them with party apparatchiks. This may actually be a good thing. One way to discredit an elected position is for a very low turn-out at the polls.

Even Ian Blair, ex-commissioner of the Metropolitan Police is urging people not to vote.

So my proxy, Keith, is going to not vote for me. This is a little perverse as I could have not voted myself.

Come to think of it I am not voting… That means I will be not-voting twice.

Is this an offence?

Amazing Grace

On the way to Tractomania I saw this pile of red stuff the other day. It looked like road grit awaiting the winter snows..

...but it was covered in pigeons

Curiosity got the better of me as usual so I went to have a closer look. 

A billion tonnes of stripped corn cobs. They grow massive quantities of corn on the cob in France, and then feed it to cattle. 

This is not to be confused with Meryl Streep's Corn on the Cobb in Lyme Regis. 

[Please stop this gratuitous French connection - Ed.]

OK.

It reminded me of a trip back to UK, I had some time to kill in Dieppe waiting for a ferry and drove around looking for something to quell the boredom. There was another pile of pink stuff.

It turned out to be a mountain of empty scallop shells having been relieved of their edible part and now waiting to be ground up into fertiliser, or possibly road grit. I didn't hang around  for long as this pile of very old seafood was more than a little stinky.  

I was struck by this connection with the Chicken Ranch as our village is on the Chemin St Jaques. Each summer we are invaded by pilgrims making their way to Santiago de Compostella in Spain. They invariably wear a Coquilles St Jacques which is French for cheap ashtray. They wear it to show they are on a mission from God. 

The edible bit is known at the Noix de St Jaques.  Our local pizzeria has a menu in English where this item appears as 'St Jack's Nuts'. How we laughed (the first time). Of course St Jaques and Santiago are the French and Spanish names for St James, so double-bong to the purveyors of pizza. 

Nonetheless, the pizza is fine and the wine is cheap, so tuck in. 

"For what we are about to receive..."

Tractomania 2012

It’s October so it’s Tractomania in Caussade.

This is the third time I have been to this tractor-and-rust-fest but it is easy to suspect déja vu as it seems indistinguishable from the last time.

More of the same

In order to maintain the traditional look there seems to be an agreement among stall holders to sell as little as possible and bring it all back next year. The usual ploy is to ask silly money and refuse to haggle. But one chap decided on the more subtle approach and used camouflage. One feels it would have been easier simply not to turn up, but that would not be in the spirit of the event.

Camo-rust

Of course, despite their best efforts items do get sold and new stuff has to be brought in to fill in the gaps. For some reason this year it was anvils. They popped up everywhere. If you have ever tried to move a decent sized anvil you will know how unforgiving they are, so just imagine the work that must have gone into reducing this to its current condition.

It is sitting on a relatively good anvil for
comparison (serving suggestion only)

Once again I was lost in admiration by the enthusiasm, determination and obsession for attaching engines to bicycles...

... and all this  from the country that brings us the Tour de France.

Someone appears to have been very enthusiastic about his lawn tractor sometime in the dim and distant past and blessed it with chrome eyebrows.

Pimp my ride-on

But not everyone was impressed

The Michelin family had invited their Dutch truck-driver associate. It seems he is not actually one of the family, but donned fancy dress in an attempt to emulate the fat man, and then inscribed his occupation on his legs lest there be any mistake.

And how’s this for a tow hitch? Someone with too much time on their hands.

A bargain at €250. No caravan should be without one.

I was also able to top up my collection of Stihl lovelies. 

Ashterix the Gaul?

Like her colleague from the 2011 event she does seem not to be wholly committed to the protective clothing generally associated with professional tree surgery and lumber jacking.

Of course there was much more to see but in the spirit of the event you might as well refer to last year’s blog  here: Tractomania 2011

Great British Hopes

Bollocks!
...and you can shut up Wiggins.

Andy Murray loses to Roger Federer in Wimbledon final. 

Bradley Wiggins is set up as next Great Brtitish Hope in Tour de France...

Google Chrome in Blogger Browser Shame Shock Scam (or something like that)

In their attempt at browser world domination, Google have stopped supporting the Firefox browser on Blogger.

Message reads: Your browser is no longer supported by Blogger.
Some parts of Blogger will not work and you may experience problems.
If you are having problems, try Google Chrome | Dismiss
(So, no ulterior motive there, then)

This may or may not mean anything to you, but the bottom line is that the animated images in some of my blog posts no longer work. And this morning I couldn't even type in Firefox I had to do this post in Internet Explorer. This may be a temorary glitch, but the result is the same - you can no longer see the Wolf Chop or Thatched Beam as intended on many browsers, not exactly earth shattering, but bloody annoying.

There was a time when many thought that Google were making an heroic stand against Microsoft. Now, sadly, they seem to be emulating them. They say it is because they cannot keep up with changes in Firefox. I say Bollocks.

I will be taking them up on their suggestion and Dismissing Blogger as soon as I can (be arsed to) come up with an alternative... Watch this space - of course if you are watching in Firefox nothing is likely to happen.

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