Posted by: Michael Holliday | May 11, 2012

Obscured By Clouds, The Perigee Moon

Perigee Moon Over Rio

I’ve been enjoying Dominic Sandbrook’s BBC 2 series The 70s. For me the seventies were the best, and only occasionally, the worst of times – I discovered sexanddrugsandrockandrollandrebellion and plenty of other, usually associated, delights. But I’m surprised at how politically naive I must have been for most of the stuff he addresses was of little personal consequence or interest, apart from the blackouts which I remember being great fun, I didn’t give a toss about the miners; football hoolies, which were a nuisance; and a terrifying night in November 1974. I was vaguely right wing (took the Telegraph, for the crossword obviously) and had been accused of Chauvinism, but voted, illegally (a long story to do with constant and quality lying about my age), for Europe. I was born in the late fifties, I was a child of the seventies (Man) and thought they were wonderful (even Disco in retrospect), but how does Dominic know so much? He sure looks old enough, but was only born in 1974.The continuing poor weather meant that I was unable to see the moon at its perigee[1] finest last Saturday/Sunday, it appeared the largest that we’ll see for a long time; the photos that I saw were spectacular sadly, none were from England. It’s probably, rain induced, cabin fever but I’m thinking of applying for some part time lecturing at a new University College[2] not too far from here, that’s due to launch in September. They’re having an open evening next week, but as I’m not yet desperate for money I’m not thinking too hard – I’ll let you know. Of the few hours that it hasn’t been raining, I’ve had to spend three of them sitting at my desk, Hissy Missy (she ‘aint the most affectionate cat) by my side, doing some mandatory online training for the awarding body, it culminated in an unexpected, hour long exam – not sure when I’ll be told I’ve passed. I also been running in the mud and managed a bike ride.

Last Friday I enjoyed local early doors with a few friends and an American (unusual round here, a place where those from Coventry are alien) who knew not the taste, the size or the price of a pint – he hadn’t been in the country long. The next day I went charity bookshopping in Nuneaton, adventurous eh? And on Sunday afternoon did a Leicestershire pubcrawl – Dunton Basset, Claybrooke Magna and Burbeige.

I’m not sure if it’s guilt at the lack of recent concrete achievement or the continuing abysmal weather, but I’ve taken up my Chatterton project again and have spent the past few weeks reading and rereading  stuff which may, or may not be, of use. I’ve now got a conditional title: The Myth of Chatterton and an opening paragraph – impressed? Talking of abysmal weather, holiday Monday was so wet that I stayed in all day and (for the first time since I was about five, with my aunt in Scotland I remember) made cakes; watched my Marlene in Shanghai Express; caught up with Glee and then watched Britain’s Got Talent – a pretty impressive variety show, which I’m still enjoying on fast forward. Reading that sentence,  I can understand why I used to get beaten up in my youth and still get occasional grief for my preference for all things pink – blame the seventies. But hey, you can tell by the way I use my walk I’m a woman’s man.

Good to see the posh boys getting stuffed splendidly last week, especially the Birmingham result; but I was disappointed with the turn out, don’t blame the rain. Mr Miliband, not exactly Bash Street alumni himself, can hardly claim a massive victory whilst gaining just 38% of the mere 32% of the population that could be arsed to vote, I make that just over 10% of the electorate. May not it be time for a push? I reckon if we could have a ‘none of the above’ box, compulsory voting may not be too extreme. Big changes in Europe too, Viva La France and watch out for the implications of the Greek election – interesting times in which we live.

I’m no longer so gushing about Plymouth for I’ve just received a letter from the Devon & Cornwall Constabulary who, having taken an unknown and unrequested photo of the Minx in action, are insisting that we buy three points from them at £20 each, bastards. I hope that the Merseyside Constabulary don’t try a similar trick when we go up there next weekend. Anyway, gotta’ go – off for a long muddy run, then to Leamington for a walk and beer, and to  a local production of The Producers tomorrow – Springtime for Hinckley indeed.

Talent Indeed

[1] The full Moon has a reputation for trouble. It raises high tides, it makes dogs howl, it wakes you up in the middle of the night with beams of moonlight stealing through drapes. If a moonbeam wakes you up on the night of May 5th, 2012, you might want to get out of bed and take a look. This May’s full Moon is a “super Moon,” as much as 14% bigger and 30% brighter than other full Moons of 2012. The scientific term for the phenomenon is “perigee moon.” Full Moons vary in size because of the oval shape of the Moon’s orbit. The Moon follows an elliptical path around Earth with one side (“perigee”) about 50,000 km closer than the other (“apogee”). Full Moons that occur on the perigee side of the Moon’s orbit seem extra big and bright.

[2] An interesting idea of offering no frills Higher Education on the cheap – University Colleges the ryanair of education?

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