Day 334 – Crooked

Not a post about our erstwhile government.

But yes, Chesterfield does have a church with a crooked spire.

It’s quite a thing.

You drive right past it on the A61 when you’re heading to Sheffield because you’ve taken junction 29 off the M1 North in an effort to avoid the Catcliffe Link and the city centre traffic (and that’s really the only reason that you’d be in Chesterfield).

The spire was added in the 14th-century tower in about 1362, and is 228 feet (69 m) high from the ground. It is both twisted and leaning, twisting 45 degrees and leaning 9 ft 6 in (2.9 m) from its true centre. The leaning characteristic was initially suspected to be the result of the absence of skilled craftsmen (the Black Death had been gone only twelve years before the spire’s completion), insufficient cross bracing, and the use of unseasoned timber.

It is now believed that the twisting of the spire was caused by the lead that covers the spire. The lead causes this twisting phenomenon, because when the sun shines during the day the south side of the tower heats up, causing the lead there to expand at a greater rate than that of the north side of the tower, resulting in unequal expansion and contraction. This was compounded by the weight of the lead (approximately 33 tonnes) which the spire’s bracing was not originally designed to bear.

There are around a hundred twisted spires on churches across Europe, but this is the only one that you’d be likely to be passing if you were on your way to Sheffield

Day 333 – 1984

If you choose to believe some people, we are currently living in 1984 – not the year (some of us have been through that already) – the George Orwell novel in which the population is controlled by Big Brother and the totalitarian state.

Get a grip. It’s just a bit of cloth on your face.

But what really happened in 1984 – not the George Orwell novel in which the population is controlled by Big Brother and the totalitarian state – the year?

Well, talking of totalitarian states (eh?) there was a by-election in Chesterfield and there were 17 candidates. By law, if you mention one of them (and clearly, Moira Stewart had done so), you also have to mention all of the others so as not to show any sort of bias.

So Moira: take us through the other names, if you would, please?

Ah, democracy.

Of course, none of these individuals came close to challenging the big three, and Labour’s Anthony Neil Wedgwood… er… “Tony” Benn romped home with 24,633 votes, much to the chagrin of John Connell of the Peace Party who came in 17th, just 24,626 behind.

So close.

Day 328 – Terrifying electrics

Look, I don’t want to go too much into this right now, but the electrics around this place have got me rather concerned. Some of the light fittings seem to have come from the 1950s (note that the house was built in the early 80s, although that doesn’t preclude some of the light fittings being from the 1950s, I suppose). Some of the wiring also appears to have come from that time.

Or earlier.

The previous occupants also had a thing for downlighters. Each of them with a 50W bulb in.
And there are so many of them! Like literally 60-odd in the whole property.
I’ve been doing some rudimentary calculations, and I’ve worked out that we simply can’t afford that sort of electricity bill. And so the long, slow, ‘spensive process of replacing them all with sensible LEDs begins now. Well, not now. It’s half past nine at night. So “just now”.

Yeah. Pretty much later. (But not later tonight.)

 

StudyWatch: Still peach.

Day 326 – Broken, but we’re getting there

I warned you here that things were going to be a bit short and sketchy on the blog for the foreseeable future, and I think I’ve proven myself correct several times over already.

Move news: we’re in, but we are fully knackered. Long days full of hard work, with daily step counts into the 20,000s, and nights disturbed by a still skittish beagle.

We’ll get there. Well, we are there. I’m literally in my new study, albeit that there are still boxes everywhere, there are no curtains and the walls are still very, very peach.

But today, I unpacked several (or more) boxes elsewhere, sorted the wine and spirits out, and set up the Playstation for the kids.

And right now, I think I’m going to end this post and drill a hole in my desk. Because I fancy drilling a hole in my desk and as soon as I stop working, I’ll probably fall asleep.

Day 318 – “Doctor” ticks more boxes on crazy list

You might have read my blog post about “Dr” Chabad (de Jaeger) de la Fontaine the other day.

Here it is, just in case you missed it

In that post, I described how – despite much in-depth googling – I just couldn’t seem to locate her medical qualification. I also touched on the nutty theories, “research” and general quackery to which she subscribes, including (but not limited to):

“DNA nutrition”, homeopathy, naturopathy, “Quantum Nano Technology”, “DNA activation”, “water oscillation, frequency and resonance technology”, and “Haemotology and Nutrition for Blood Types”.

Ridiculous.

Well, yesterday, “Dr” Chabad (de Jaeger) de la Fontaine was back on a beach, and – anxious to maintain and extend her reign as Cape Town’s craziest person of 2021 – ticked off a few more boxes on the thin aluminium millinery list:

Ah yes, the global cabal, anti-semitic, NWO, antichrist agenda.

That old chestnut…

Look, I really don’t want to see or hear any more from this dreadful, dried-out prune of a woman, but at the same time, we’re so very close to filling in our nutzy bingo sheet here, that I find myself almost praying that just she pops up tomorrow in Kommetjie with a screamy 5G, Bill Gates microchips in the vaccine, Reptilian overlord-laden rant just to dot the Is and cross the Ts.

And once she’s done that, she can fuck right off and never darken our collective doorway again, thank you very much.