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I posted this on the wordpress version of this blog a couple of weeks ago. It’s only just come to my mind that I neglected to post it here. Sorry. I’m sure nobody noticed.

 

 

After having carefully planned my working week to coincide with a visit to the North West to make it easier to travel to Wales, I set off from Liverpool on Thursday morning bound for Pistyll near Caernarfon to begin the third phase of the walk around the coast of Wales.




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At this pace, I suspect I will have completed the walk some time in my late 80s. Probably on a mobility shopper. Regular readers will recall that last year we ended our walk at Porth Towyn having set off from Porth Oer. Because we were starting further up the coast, it made sense to change our usual campsite to a new….untested one. This year’s campsite was at the amusingly named Penisarlon Camping Farm near Pistyll. The camp site was very clean and peaceful with fantastic views across towards Nefyn (our goal for the Friday) to the South west and towards Nant Gwrtheyrn  to the North East with St George’s Channel to the north.



Looking towards Nefyn

Penisarlon Farm looking towards Nefyn



Looking towards Nant Gwrtheyrn

Looking towards Nant Gwrtheyrn

However as we had arrived earlier than expected we decided that, though too late to start our walk properly, we could start a bit of next year’s planned walk. This took us towards Nant Gwrtheyrn, though we did not reach there until later in the weekend. Instead we were treated to a lovely bog blocking our path, sheep, second homes and a quaint little church, St Buenos.



Lit by candles in the winter


St Buenos Church near Pistyll

On the Friday, we awoke to a lovely rainbow across the bay. Little or no rain during the night but plenty of snoring from me.



Up above the sea and houses

Up above the sea and houses Rainbow flying high

This year we began where we left off and made our way across the once more sunny cliffs and dips leading towards Porth Dinllaen.  Glorious views. Glorious weather.



Nick at the start

Nick at the start

Four hours of walking later we crossed Nefyn Golf course and reached Porth Dinllaen. During the previous night we had espied a strange structure out in the bay. It looked like a drilling platform and part of me was concerned that the greedy oil people had set their eyes on a protected area of outstanding natural beauty.

PlatformIs it an oil rig? Is it a fracking point? No! It's a slipway submarine construction diving platform

Fortunately, this was not the case. The platform was actually for the construction of a new RNLI Lifeboat launch slipway. So it wasn’t too bad.

 

enjoy a pint 

The construction site had an interesting staircase winding its way down the cliff side allowing access to the official coastal path bringing us out at the lovely Ty Coch Inn where we ended our second day’s walk with a delicious and rewarding pint before heading back to the campsite.

After a rather sleepless night for Nick (my snoring again!) who ended up sleeping in his car, it was agreed that completing the short trail up to the campsite would be sufficient for this years walk. Before that we needed sustenance in the form of a hearty breakfast. On the inbound trip, I espied a brown sign directing the visitor to a place called Nant Gwrtheyrn which had a cafe. Nant Gwrtheyrn is an old village built for quarry workers in the 1800s. If you were to follow the link above you will be able to read the history.  The landscape there is a bizarre mix of post industrial archaeology and nature. There’s a church there, a cafe and a collection of stone cottages available for rent by holiday makers.

Nant Gwrtheyren


The start next year

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However, the cafe didn’t open for breakfast so we scuttled back to Nefyn and the continuation of our walk. The short trail continuation took us from where we left off the day before and along a winding cliff top pathway. Again, plenty of luxury cliff top homes for the wealthy and privileged. Glorious views. It’s places like this that make you realise that no matter how hard the average Jo works, they will never attain a picturesque view (like that in the panoramic picture below) without luck, windfall or skulduggery.



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The path turned in land and took us through the village where we had earlier eaten our hearty breakfast before heading up a very steep looking hill. Eventually the path turned into something resembling Borneo. Overgrown gorse bushes, brambles and scratchy things took their toll on our bare shins, bitey creepies made a meal on our blood, and burny heaty hot sun scorched our flesh from on high. Yet, after three hours of walking, we reached the campsite and the starting point for our continuing adventure next year. -

 

----- Welsh Coastal Path – 2012

------Welsh Coastal Path - 2011

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Way back in the noughties I had the misfortune to work in a sixth form college. Regular readers will recall this was in the post industrial landscape that is Yorkshire. Cameron's recent moral panic calls to mind the overbearing system of "safe guarding" that was in place at the college.



Obsessive Compulsive Diserver

I must provide some back story. The IT manager could quite easily have been diagnosed with Aspergers had he been twenty years younger. He didn't like change. Not one bit. Dingleberry, as I will refer to him, was one of those people who insisted on particular ways. Deviation from which would bring calamity, disaster and the four horsemen of the apocalypse.

For example, one hot sunny day in May he insisted that the units, switches, servers and tape machines in the server cabinet be taken out and arranged in numerical, colour and size order. Why? No reason was given other than aesthetics.

Every piece of software had to be installed with default settings. "Out of the box". Same with hardware. I dread to think of the security issues that he made with such a work ethic. Indeed, such was the "DO NOT TOUCH" attitude, the Active Directory contained accounts of people that had left the college over 5 years ago. That is the level of finickiness he operated on.

One day a whole class got into trouble for not submitting their history homework on time. The students were required to email their work to the teacher who would then assess the work and send it back. Only the teacher didnt recieve any work.

The teacher was a bit shit to be fair. She, like several other teachers I've met over the years, seemed to suffer from paranoia probably brought on by inadequacies, stress and plain stupidity. This particular teacher was convinced that this particular class had a grudge and were out to get her.

Sadly this was not the case.



A desk of help

However what happened was much more convoluted than any of her minor conspiracies.

The class were insistent that work had been emailed from home. The teacher became convinced that the class were telling fibs. Eventually she came to the helpdesk door to see me.

She told me that there was a problem with email.

Not so. I told her, demonstrating how I was able to send emails from an external account to my work account with ease.

The problem morphed into one to do with attachments.

Not so. Again, I demonstrated me sending emails with attachments with no issue whatsoever.

Aliens.

Don't be stupid. But I'll investigate further.

I asked the IT Manager if there was any issue with emails.

None that he could see.

I asked the IT Technician if there was any issue with emails.

Only an issue with the space between the chair and the keyboard.

I asked the Server Troll if there was any issue with emails.

No but there was an issue with his latest game of Dungeons and Dragons.

I asked the head of IT.

None that he knew of. However, I should check the newly installed spam filters.

I checked the spam filters. Therein there was over a hundred thousand emails. This was going to take me a long time to investigate.

Turned out that the spam filters contained "Out of the box" keywords. A whole lexicon or rude words, curses, inappropriateness and the like. Included were words such as: Pharmacy, penis, length, cock, schlong, kiddies, nazi, hate, escort, kill, death, murder, hitler, vagina, gash, flange, white power, drugs and much much more.

So you'll probably now have guessed. The out of the box filtering had picked up that the emails sent to the history teacher with the assignment on the Second World War contained foul language such as hitler, nazi, gas chamber, anti-Semitism. The very same settings that Dingleberry refused to allow me to change.



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So I changed it anyway and released the history homework (Nazi, Hitler etc), the chemistry homework (pharmacy, drugs etc) and the biology homework. I released the personal messages sent from divorce approaching husbands regarding them picking up the "kiddies" in the Escort after work to their end of the line with you wives.

I added a keyword.

I won't say what.

But let's just say that Dingleberry no longer received emails. Certain...important emails.

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Dear BBC,


I notice that you are increasing the regularity of the appearance of people who seem to be experts on everything and have opinions on everything which, for some reason, you think reflects society at large.

I would like to offer my services as a gobshite. I too have strong opinions on everything from David Cameron’s underwear to the cost of prawns in the Middle East during the Byzantium Empire. I am an expert on everything and nothing. I have several years experience of spouting utter crap to backup people’s clandestine agendas and I am happy to cast aspersions and morals to the wind without forethought for the wider consequences.

Hope this will cover everything. 

Lots of Love

Gnomepants

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Testing testing 1,2,3

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Such glorious weather. Such bright warming sunshine. Seems a shame to waste it all cooped up in an office.
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Hello

You've stumbled upon my DW account.

I started my DW account waaaay waaaay back when it first started. I was so happy at being one of the first to have a DW account.

Of course, in those days I was young and more able to write than I am now. So if you dig about here you may find some rare NON-LJ gems and you may find some CLASSIC LJ Gems. However I never seemed to get the same buzz from DW as I did from LJ. Shame really, it had a good ethic.

But you never know.

I do sometimes post here.

Anyway...if LJ is down and you're looking for stuff to read....you could try

http://stegzy.blogspot.com
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Dear Arid Places in Africa,

We appear to have your rain. Please can you come and collect it before we get washed away.

Much Love

Gnomepants



I have a hole in my sock.

In true form, once I've given up all hope and moved my attention onto a new thing, the old thing seems to pick up and wiggle it's bum at me.

Soft fruit should be compulsory.

My big toe is cold because of the hole in my sock.

Dear uncomfortable seats

Stop hurting my back

Much Love

Gnomepants.

Update

Aug. 20th, 2009 10:54 am
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1. Back in counselling
2. Still in Barnsley
3. Still looking for work
4. Still in some weird paradoxical state of enclosure and distance.
5. Mused about returning to LJ. Decided against it (though I have said if 100 people demand that I return then I might reconsider)
6. Internal battles in my mind.
7. Discovered a very old wound on facebook and have been battling with myself to prevent myself from picking the scab.
8. Future career plans are in my mind.

Addict

Jun. 30th, 2009 06:37 pm
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I have an addiction. It is a modern addiction. It is a debilitating and dangerous addiction. It is a serious health risk. It is a serious problem.

It's not hard drugs. It's not alcohol. You may be surprised (or not) when you work out (or I tell you) what the addiction is. You might be addicted yourself. I know a good many people who, on reflection, are just as addicted as I am, if not worse.

The addiction can ruin lives, kill, cause social and psychological problems and yet it is not widely publicised.

Of course, the first step to recovering from an addiction is recognising you have the problem and then doing something about it.

So let me tell you about my addiction. My addiction started in 1982. I was very young. It wasn't so bad then. I could sneak a fix without people noticing. I suppose those around me didn't know any wiser. I gradually became withdrawn. I interacted less and I became gradually obsessed with my new addiction.

I managed to kick the habit, mostly without realising, in 1990. I became more sociable interactive and better. But, like giving a glass of whisky to an alcoholic, by 1994 I was back on the addiction. You see, I didn't realise it then. But I do now. I know what the problem was and I can see it for what it is. I can see, reflectively what issues it has caused through my life. I can see when my life changed. I can see that changes in my life occurred when I was able to get my fix.

By 1997, because of a change in circumstance, I was able to kick my habit unknowingly but less than 2 years later I was, unwittingly, back in the addictive frame of mind.

This return was heralded by changes in society. I was able to gain my fix daily. Sating my addiction without anyone noticing.

Then we get to today. Don't get me wrong, this isn't completely a flash of inspiration here. This is a gradual understanding culminating with a huge smack across the face with the fish of reality. Today I realised my addiction. Tomorrow I am going to change.

Naturally the first place I looked to for a cure was the internet. The internet told me, in a perverse way, that yes I had an addiction. An addiction that is only now starting to come to light socially. There is little care or help available for people like me.

My addiction )

Thank you for reading. If you are reading this on LJ or one of the RSS feeds I have, please could you tell other people that know me about this post. Link to it if you will. It will hopefully make people realise that the first step is realisation, the second is control. Or something like that.

Bad

Jun. 29th, 2009 12:16 pm
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Ok. He's dead. He hasn't risen again. It's not a publicity stunt. Now can we get on with ordinary news now please? I'm sick of hearing about him. OK?

Jobs

Jun. 26th, 2009 10:01 am
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Like hens teeth, jobs in Barnsley are few and far between. Despite the recruitment agencies' hordings and placards declaring "Opportunities available now" every single one I've visited has resulted in "Just leave us your CV, we're a bit quiet at the moment because of the down turn".

This amuses and puzzles me. I have never had success through recruitment agencies. Never. Well, ok maybe once, but that ended in disaster.

Looking back:

3 jobs by visits
2 jobs by being in the right place at the right time
2 jobs advertised in Liverpool Echo
2 jobs via Job Centre
1 job via internal notices.

I don't know why I find it so hard to get a job. Perhaps it is my face. Perhaps my face says "Don't give him a job". Next week I am lowering my standards and going for whatever I can get.
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See now, I remember Jarvis Cocker's crowning moment when he objected to Jackson's Christ thing. And the whole Jackson/Christ imagery and his love for the publicity stunt. So part of me is saying wait until Sunday in case he "miraculously" makes a recovery.

What an attention drawing stunt that would be. Gosh! :-|

cull

Jun. 22nd, 2009 01:28 pm
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The weekend taught me that there are far too many people in the world. The places I visited were swarming with tourists and worse, screeching brats. While I am not a fan of segregationist policies I would wholly back a scheme where places were required by law to display whether their premises allowed screeching children. I don't know what it is about them but they always seem to get my back up.

I discussed, tongue in cheek, my plans, should I ever become supreme ruler of the Earth, of how the overcrowding of the planet could be resolved by the application of a voluntary cull. It would work by accepting applications from the populace to take part in a cull. The incentive would be that for a week, volunteers would be allowed to live in the lap of luxury. Fulfilling every whim and desire. Their payment for the reward? To be culled. Then, as a thank you for their sacrifice each volunteer would have their name forever engraved into a monument marking their contribution to society.

Of course I will not become supreme ruler of the Earth. So the cull would not take place. Instead we must look forward to severe over crowding, draining of resources, world poverty for the many and much worse.

I've been very gloomy of late. I suspect it is something to do with lack of things to occupy my mind.
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Went on my first Geocaching event today with [personal profile] zoefruitcake and met lots of similar minded people. This got me thinking about the variety of offline meets I've been to over the years and the differences between them.

Chat meets were much like meeting up with rowdy types in a pub. You know, the sort of gobby loud people you might like to mingle with when out being boisterous or what not.

LJ meets were more like meeting up with myself. In that I had an insight into what went on in the peoples minds.

Geocaching - very much like meeting normal people. At an event. Very enjoyable.

Saturday night TV is utter shite.
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Last night I watched Psychoville, the new comedy from two of the League of Gentlemen, on BBC 2. As I am now confind to one room of my house I have jury-rigged a contraption using an old VHS player and a USB media converter which enables me to use my PC as a TV.

This morning, when I woke my computer up, as every morning, I flicked on my VHS player so that I could tune into BBC Breakfast. Now, the way the thing is set up is that sound comes out but not video until you use the video application on the computer then you can see and hear the TV.

So I heard the sound of the TV. It sounded like some character on a childrens programme talking about something that might be, in a casual listen, news. I thought "Oh My God These are better than Susanna Reid and Charlie Stayt!" and then I realised, I hadn't actually switched over from BBC 2 last night. Silly me.

Honestly Reid's news delivery is so painful its like shitting glass diahorrea while sat on a salty toilet seat.

I was pleased to note though, that BBC Radio 3 is broadcasting Purcell's opera Dido and Anaeas tomorrow night. I dusted off my copy of the score and fished out my CD just in case I miss it.

In other news, I made a cracking gravy last night. I used the pan I'd fried two pork chops in, added the water I'd boiled the cabbage in, a bit of mustard powder and some gravy granules before stirring rapidly. I then added a good slug of Henderson's Relish. When I finally move from South Yorkshire, I will miss Henderson's.

On the move front, we had our first viewers in 3 months the other night, they mooched about but to me it seemed like they were after a bigger place. The £15k share I was hoping for is decreasing fast. I just hope I win the Lottery-that-I-don't-play at the weekend so I can buy her out.
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So I'm watching the news this morning while munching on my "Own Brand" cornflakes and slurping my "Own Brand" Tea and there's Mervin King moaning about having insuffient power to make a difference. Somehow, possibly by looking at Kate Singleton's poochy face, my mind turns to thoughts of privatisation and how governments get "experts" in to help with crisises (think Alan Sugar and his enterprise tsar thing).

These thoughts turned to how would the country fare if the various facets that make up the government were privatised or placed under the control of the leading businesses in that field or, the highest bidder.

So lets consider the likes of say, HSBC running the treasury, BUPA running the NHS or even Eddie Stobart running all things transport. What a strange country we would live in. Maybe it would be cheaper (yeah right!). Then also consider the highest bidder model. Could Tescos run the Ministry of Defence (Start one war, get another half price (and clubcard points))? Would Toys R Us be good at managing childrens welfare?

Then I got thinking of how, if this were to happen, could we, the public, vote for our favorite? Sort of like Big Brother where the most popular bidder gets the gig as voted for by the public. Think of it. What a completely doolally world it would be.

I mean come on, TESCO running the MOD? They'd move all the guns and missiles around so nobody could find them. HSBC running the treasury? For fucks sake! If we wanted anything doing we'd have to have a minimum of £1000 going into our accounts monthly. Privatised government? What a preposterous idea!?

It is.....isn't it?

Summer

Jun. 16th, 2009 03:00 pm
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Summer for me starts here.

I have finally completed my portfolio and submitted it a day before the deadline. This pleases me. Normally I would celebrate by either spending money in the pub or whittering away hours on Warcrack. Sadly I have neither. Therefore I will celebrate with a walk through the town to the car.

There are things I want to do, people I want to see and places I want to go. Money being virtually nil means I will do none of these.

Watching Daytime TV yesterday made me realise how we fritter away our hard earned cash on material goods to reflect our wealth. Material goods that become worthless over time. Is this the true meaning of priceless?

Let me finish with the parable of the Village of Eternal Happiness.

During the British occupation of India two red coats were given leave to return home. Not wishing to return to the drugery of civvy street the two struck out to seek a fabled village known as the Village of Eternal Happiness which legend had it, sat high in the mountains.

The soldiers pondered on what glorious riches may lie within the village. For bountiful wealth must truely bring happiness. After many many adventures they happened upon the village. But where they had hoped to espy streets paved with gold they found only poor people, ragged and filthy.

"How can this be the Village of Eternal Happiness?" they asked their sherpa. The sherpa told them to behold the serenity on their faces. The fact they had no material goods meant they were wealthy in other ways. Without the trappings of material wealth they had only their thoughts and dreams. No greed or desire. Surely, bliss in itself.

The men parted and returned to England.
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I picked up one of the national newspapers in the library this morning. Flicking through I was presented with tales of woe, perversion, assumption and worse. It made me think what a horrid world we live in. People making money out of things that deserve more respect, others killing and maiming in the name of belief.

I put down the newspaper and walked away. There are times, recently, where I have been contemplating walking away from humanity, finding a cave or abandoned croft somewhere and becoming feral. Detach myself from the shitty shoe of society. But reality bites and I know I can't run forever.

As compensation however, I am planning on detaching myself from another part of my online life in the next few weeks.
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