August 2011


Yesterday I travelled home via J.B.Priestley’s childhood homes in Manningham; his birthplace on Mannhiem Road, Street of J.B.Priestley's birth. and Saltburn Place, J.B.Priestley's childhood home where his family moved when he was 5.

I thought I had been to both, I used to live close by in Girlington, but having seen them I am not sure I ever did. The houses on Saltburn Place are terraced but very large, and the street seems comparatively well of (for Bradford that is).

The bus up went via some of the worst looking bits of Bradford in Manningham, areas that have had many millions wasted on them. The empty shell of Raby’s Auction House always makes me sad, I spent many a happy hour and a small number of pounds there.

I thought the bus back would take me down Whiteabbey Road, they always used to, but instead it turned out to be a strange new (to me) 619 service that obviously partly replaced the the much missed 601 and 602 inner and 680 outer circle routes, and provides a BRI to St Lukes Hospital link.

It was an even more of a dead hope journey than the bus up to the Duckworth Lane roundabout; especially the shuttered corpse of U-SAVE DIY, the best ever hardware store for blokes. Still, it got me straight home.

After getting home yesterday afternoon I went out to East Riddlesden to meet Bev at a Rainbow Morris dance out at Phil and Junes. They live in a between the wars cul-de-sac and the that was obviously squeezed into a space with no by-laws. Nice house and lovely view across the flood plain of the River Aire, but the road outside was barely wide enough to dance on.

Phil makes exceptional fruit wines and ciders, and cooks a mean curry, so a good time eating and drinking in the garden.

Bev and I popped into the ASDA in Shipley at 23.00 last night for milk. I picked up a couple of items as well and we went to the only open check-out. There was one person in front of us who had had almost all their shopping rung through, We had put our 3 items on the belt when the floor walker/manager told us to use the self service. I declined (I do not want to serve myself) and she ordered to use it! Saying we had to. I told her I did not have to; and left my two items. Bev followed me, meaning she had no milk; but she did not make me suffer for it.

I hate ASDA. It is a dreadful, stupid and micro managed company. The prices are hit and miss, the stores are badly laid out and often dirtier than the average, and the staff are too often stupid, either because they already are, or because they have been made that way by the training.

free to use poster for Pie, Priestley & Playhouse Night

Bradwan, in support of Bradford Playhouse, presents
PIE, PRIESTLEY
& PLAYHOUSE NIGHT

TUESDAY 13TH SEPT. 8.00 PM

CELEBRATING A MEAT & POTATO PIE THAT DEFIED HITLER, J.B.PRIESTLEY’S BIRTHDAY & A THEATRE THAT DEFIES THE ODDS! WITH PIE, PEAS, PICTURES & LASHINGS OF PRIESTLEY READINGS BY BRADFORD BASED POET & SHOWMAN GLYN WATKINS

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I have brought ma’s ipod home with me. It is only a temporary loan though. There is, at present, no computer at her house, so she has no means of even charging the thing, let alone adding to the 2 CD’s that I have added since I wiped the previous owners 1200 hip-hop tracks off the thing. Me having itallows me to learn all the controls and download things she would like; then give it back with a charger.

There was still some uncut fields of grain to be seen on the journey back, but very few. There were a set of small fields just north of Doncaster however that had sunflowers in full flower. I do not think I have seen sunflowers as a crop before.

I was getting the cider making with a juicer down pat, although I now reckon my top speed would be 1.5 gallons in two hours, if the apples were already picked. I discovered that scooping the gunky foam off with the plastic tea strainer straight away reduces the time it takes to strain through the stainer and muslin by more than half. The next time I do it I may even be able to stain and juice at the same time.

The two demijohns of juice from the back tree (which are thinner skinned, sweeter and juicer) have started fermenting vigorously. I had to take gunk out of one of them to stop it bursting through the airlock.

Very tired.

Me and Basil got the budgie this morning. Ma’s spec was that it had to be a green male. Basil was there to pick for markings and I was to pick for personality. From a choice of two we picked the same one.

Ma has already started bonding with it, although I am the one that has spent most time with it (Basil went home soon after we brought it back). So far it has focused on sitting stock still. It sat on my finger, rather than move away, and has let me stroke it, rather than move away; other than that we are talking millimetres of movement after the first few minutes flap. It does not seem tense though.

Did more cider making. I think part of the problem with the surface gunk that turns brown in minutes is that many of the apples are not totally ripe. The form left after straining it off feels very gritty.

The apple tress are apparently my age, and the front one, that was a seedling when we moved in, may have been conceived about the same time as me.

According to Basil the front tree is, along with all wild apple trees, an unnamed variety. All apple trees that grow from sees are unnamed because they are a mix of at least one unknown, even seeds from known varieties are probably fertilized from an unknown tree. All commercial apple trees are grafts from known trees.

A quiet day after yesterday’s excitement. I spent the biggest part of the day making cider and picking apples.

It looks like being the most fruitful ever year for the two apple trees at my childhood home, which is not bad for them, seeing they are about my age. Not only a massive crop but also far fewer badly damage apples than usual, though not many first grade.

The juicer I got for ma’s birthday has paid for itself already, even if she does not drink any of the cider. I can use all the fruit not fit for storage, as long as it is not foul or rotten, especially the bruised and slightly damaged ones. That makes the crop easier to deal with, and the pulped apples will be much less of problem rotting down than almost whole ones.

Cider making with a juicer is probably 30 times faster than when I tried doing it manually as a teenager, but it still takes time, especially as I am trying to filter the brown gunk that apple done in a scraper juicer always seem to produce; but by the end of today I got down to a making a gallon in just over an hour.

The biggest problem is likely to be lack of fermenting vessels. I have filled 5 gallon demijohns already, and have made a large fermenter from a covered bucket, a penknife and a rubber bung; and while it is almost 4 gallons capacity I am sure of filling that.

Ma has decided to get a budgie. It will give her something to talk at.

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