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Thursday, December 31, 2020
Wednesday, December 30, 2020
But football goes on - at least in the upper reaches of the game - even though the number of confirmed cases is growing in the game and a number of matches are called off as a result. It`s questionable whether, along with the other more stringent restrictions expected today, football should be allowed to continue until it becomes sensible to resume.
In the circumstances it`s perhaps forgivable that some players` minds are elsewhere and performances on the field of play are perhaps a little short of what we are used to. A good example is Southampton, not helped by a series of injuries and their manager, Ralph Husenhattl, absent and having to self isolate as a member of his household has tested positive for the virus. The Saints have now gone four matches without winning and failing to score in three of them. For us supporters that might be a bit disappointing but ninth place in the Premier League with 26 points indicates a solid season so far.
So last night`s 0-0 draw with West Ham is not only forgivable but, for me at least, politically correct, having a good friend who is a West Ham fan and near neighbours of a similar disposition. Elsewhere in my football world there is not much to write home about either. Gillingham crashed to a 3-1 defeat last night away at Northampton and Forest Green Rovers went down 2-1 at home to Crawley Town, despite which they remain second in the League Two table.
My new found heroes of Brechin City played in the first round of the Scottish Cup on Boxing Day but went down 3-2 to non-league Linlithgow Rose; Truro City are in hibernation along with Stoke Gabriel and Maidstone United`s FA Trophy game at home against Frome Town was called off when the Somerset club declined to travel from their Tier 3 base to Maidstone in Tier 4.
So, all is all, a `festive period` to forgive, forget and move on. To be fair.
Tuesday, December 29, 2020
Well, it`s that time of the year - the quiet, dull interregnum between the festive conformity of Christmas and the turn of another year. I think it was Alan Parsons who wrote a song about the turn of a friendly card and after 2020 has finally had its way with us we could do with a friendly turn and perhaps - perhaps - we might have some things to look forward to in 2021.
And it seems `traditional` to use these few grim days to reflect on the year just ending and look forward to what next year might bring. So here goes....
.....but first a little self indulgence. You see, some months ago I conducted a poll to determine whether I should keep on with this blog or whether my dear reader had had enough. I was touched by the overwhelming support I received which encouraged me to carry on and I`m pleased I did because as the year progressed there seemed so much to go on about.
But on a personal level the year, like for so many other people, has had its ups and downs. We had a holiday booked for April in the New Forest but, thanks to Mr. Covid, that got cancelled and has been rebooked for next April - well, we`ll see. We did manage a week in west Dorset with some family comings and goings, which made for a welcome change from the months of restricted activity.
Similarly, but much more importantly, our eldest granddaughter was due to get married in November but Mr. Covid put paid to that as well. The wedding has been rearranged for next April so we`re all hoping it can go ahead then and that, by then, the restrictions imposed by the pandemic might at least be lifted enough for a happy family day.
Speaking of pandemics, the anti-Covid vaccinations are allegedly being `rolled out` and, being of a certain age, I am expecting the call to go and get jabbed; I`ve obviously missed out on the first batch so maybe 2021 will begin with me having the first of the two vaccinations that will be needed. I seriously cannot understand those who are refusing to be vaccinated - maybe, like Spain, HM Gov. should keep a secret list of those refuseniks?
I`ve missed going to the cricket at Canterbury, I`ve missed going to the football at St. Mary`s and I`ve been saddened by the loss of some good friends and some well known departures including Diana Rigg and Peter Green. I do the occasional `obituary` - there are 35 of them throughout these pages and I`ve been looking through this year`s posts and if I had to pick one out that I have been most pleased with then I think it would be this one from last January.......
https://snoppersays.blogspot.com/search?q=Tommy+Pinkham (to view, please highlight the link, right click and there`s an option to `go to....)
Seems to me that the trials and tribulations we are currently experiencing are as nothing compared to those which were experienced in the days of Tommy Pinkham`s heroics.
Friday, December 25, 2020
Wednesday, December 23, 2020
Tuesday, December 22, 2020
Sunday, December 20, 2020
Thursday, December 17, 2020
Tuesday, December 15, 2020
Let`s get the joy out of the way first. And where better than at St. Mary`s where Southampton cruised to a 3-0 win over Sheffield United to go third in the Premier League, if only for a brief visit before dropping to fourth as a result of Leicester City winning.
Not much joy elsewhere in the parallel universe of football but there was a pivotal moment for the Railwaymen of Stoke Gabriel, who travelled to Ivybridge and managed a creditable 8-0 defeat - thus bringing their goal difference now to an impressive minus 196. The pivotal moment coming when the seventh goal went in against them on Saturday so that they passed 200 in the goals against column in their 17 games this season. On the flip side, they have so far managed to score five goals this season. There truly is something to admire here.
In other news, Fort William were in Cup action away at Keith but perhaps predictably lost 5-1, although their one goal sparked wild celebrations in the highlands. I will refrain from commenting on Gillingham`s defeat to Doncaster for fear of upsetting my neighbour in this season of goodwill and there is nothing to report concerning Maidstone United or Truro City but it is encouraging to see that Forest Green Rovers continue to do well in League Two under the tutelage of Mark Cooper. Our street`s local hero Scott ("Waggy") Wagstaff came on for the final half hour once again to ensure the three points in a 2-0 home win against Cambridge United.
So much for events on the field of play but the sorrow in this report comes from the news that Gerard Houllier has sadly passed away at the age of just 73 following a long period of ill health. He was a true gentleman of the game and will be mourned not only by Liverpool fans but throughout the football world. There was much to admire about him too and perhaps my fondest memory of him was his steadfast insistence in referring to Sir Alex Ferguson as `Mr. Ferguson` rather than acknowledging the dubious knighthood. (Perhaps I`m being a little unfair as I see that Fergie has issued a fulsome tribute in praise of M. Houllier. Or maybe I`m mellowing in my dotage.)
Sunday, December 13, 2020
Friday, December 11, 2020
Tuesday, December 08, 2020
Well, the weekend`s football has certainly banished the parrot sickness from last time I felt compelled to muse about it. Last time it was all gloom, this time it`s as though at least some of the stresses of life have been lifted. Not sure why I care so much about 22 players running around a field trying to kick a pig`s bladder into an onion bag, but I do - it`s just another tiny insight into my immaturity, I guess, but at my age I`m entitled to a second childhood.
Anyway, I had to wait until last evening for the weekend programme to finally come to an end but it was worth the wait as Southampton picked up another three points away at Brighton, despite not playing terribly well, but ending the weekend in fifth place in the Premier League. So I`m over the moon, as they say.
Elsewhere in my endless quest for the fortunes of other teams I follow, Gillingham managed a 2-0 home win over Swindon Town, so my neighbour is also over the moon, as they say. Truro City made the perilous journey to Portsmouth to come away with a 5-1 hammering of Moneyfields (yes, really) in the FA Trophy. Forest Green Rovers picked up a very creditable 1-0 win away at Harrogate to go third in League Two, thanks in part to our street`s local hero Scott ("Count the calories") Wagstaff ensuring the three points with a 91st minute cameo which brought all his experience to bear in helping his chums see out the victory.
At last the Railwaymen on Stoke Gabriel are back in business following the Covid lay-off but their return to league action saw a 6-0 defeat away at Plymouth Marjon, which was something of a moral victory but which left them rooted to the foot of the South West Peninsula Division One East with a goal difference now standing at minus 188. Maidstone United picked up a useful 2-2 draw away at Dorking Wanderers despite being two goals down in the second half but, sadly, Fort William`s encounter away at Fraserburgh was again called off `due to waterlogged pitch.`
But all in all an over the moon weekend. No wonder I slept well last night.
Sunday, December 06, 2020
PARADISE LOST ?
I took this picture some months ago when the weather was kind and the living was easy. Fish were jumping and the cotton was high. It shows a stretch of the Pilgrims Way in this part of Kent en route between Winchester and Canterbury. Most weekends we take our retriever, Dudley, for a decent walkies in what Kent County Council have declared `The Kent Downs Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty.`
And it sure is - it takes a while to find the Pilgrims Way itself but it is really well worth the effort. As the seasons come and go, we notice the changes that take place as nature treads its steady path and we notice too the changes in the way the Way is treated by its visitors. And it is as curious as it is predictable. All through the months of good weather we often have the place to ourselves, maybe because there are other places to explore, but when winter arrives this area seems to attract more and more people and more `activity.`
And what is predictable is the way in which the footpath is used; we just walk it but today we came across a handful of other walkers, some with doggy companions, some not. But we also came across cyclists - gangs of them all togged up in their cycling gear - a selection of runners, two of them with dogs on leads dutifully running along with them; but perhaps most dispiriting were motor cyclists, trail bikes I imagine, not only making too much noise for the `area of outstanding natural beauty` but also making sure the path, which was muddy to begin with, became something of a quagmire. It all felt a bit like rush hour on the Pilgrims Way but without the pilgrims.
We trudged our way round for a couple of hours but it was not the happiest walkies we have had. Now I shouldn`t complain about people getting out in the countryside, exercising, enjoying the scenery - well, it`s what we do ourselves - but we might just have to find somewhere else where the paradise of summer is not lost in the mud bath of winter.
Wednesday, December 02, 2020
SAX WARS..
OK, following my last rant about the BBC I have to be fair (well, a bit) and say that the redeeming factor for BBC TV might be BBC Four. It seems to cater for those of us who prefer the obscure, the unusual, the thought provoking and I was pleased some time ago to learn that BBC Four`s survival had been secured at the expense of BBC Radio Three which has apparently now gone online.
Anyway, the other evening BBC Four showed again a documentary covering the life and work of Gerry Rafferty, he of Baker Street fame of course - but so much more as well. And it provoked the thought in my obscure, unusual mind as to whether the saxophone solo, courtesy of the late Raphael Ravenscroft, was the best there has been in popular music. Have a listen and see what you think:-
But maybe there`s a rival? Years ago I got a bit hooked on the music produced and performed by the Alan Parsons Project and I always thought that the saxophone solo from Mel Collins on "Don`t Answer Me" was as good as anything I had ever heard. So here`s that one - it`s about two and a half minutes in but the whole track is worth listening to:-
Tuesday, December 01, 2020
VALUE FOR MONEY ?
Six years ago, having passed the threshold of 75, I began to enjoy not having to pay for a TV Licence any more. But the Dumb and Dumber axis that is the BBC and HM. Gov. has seen fit to require those of us struggling to survive on a fixed income to cough up £157.50; that is, of course, unless you are in receipt of income support, for which I do not qualify although I suspect that there are many thousands if not more who are in the `not quite poor enough` category.
Anyway, some weeks ago I had a large envelope from TV Licensing HQ demanding payment but, given my disenchantment with the BBC, I put it to one side hoping it would go away. It didn`t and yesterday I had a reminder. Now, Mrs. Snopper worries about things like that and her concerns were heightened by a report that said that, of those fined for not having a licence, the vast majority were women. And I guess I might have been concerned about adding to my charge sheet following my conviction a few years ago, thanks to Avon and Somerset Constabulary, for doing 80 miles an hour on the A303 near Wincanton.
So I wrote a cheque and posted it off to somewhere in Darlington, on the notion that I wanted to make the method of payment as inconvenient as possible. One bright day, if the cheque doesn`t bounce or if I`ve written it out wrong, I might get the licence.
But I do seriously wonder whether it represents value for money. The BBC is a huge organisation; grossly over staffed and, like Manchester United, has an inbuilt air of presumed entitlement and arrogance - it is the Manchester United of the media world. And what do I get in return for my £157.50? Hardly any live sport - Marine v Havant and Waterlooville anyone? - no cricket or rugby union; a news and current affairs outfit that is mired in left leaning, biased, London centric, right-on wokery and negativity.
As for entertainment, it is frankly dire, with a succession of mind numbing game shows, antique shows, cooking shows, dancing shows and a presumption that if comedy is crude, shouty and full of foul and abusive language then automatically it is funny. Well, Mrs. Brown, Mr. MacIntyre et al, it ain`t.
But there is at least one note of comfort for me. You see, not having paid for the licence for six years has meant I have been reluctant to complain to the BBC - seemed bad form to complain about something that came for free - but now I feel free to do so without troubling my conscience. Trouble is, there`s so much to complain about I`m not sure where to begin, although a good moan about the broken promise and the compulsion of it all might be a good place to start.