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Folksy Friday: sepias and neutrals

And so, England’s World Cup dreams are dashed once again. I used to get all sad every time England let yet another World Cup pass them by, but lately I’ve decided to start thinking of the national side as an amusingly reliable disappointment. Oh, England! You’ve done it again, you scallywags! If you think about it, it really is quite incredible how a group of such individually talented players manages to form such a totally inept team. It’s an achievement not to be sniffed at.

And anyway the English aren’t happy unless they’re miserable. It brings out the best in them. I was out and about in St Ives in the deathly silence following the match, and came across a couple who had stopped to look at a very freshly dead pigeon on the pavement that looked to have bounced off a window only minutes earlier. “Must have seen the England match,” remarked the bloke.

We participated in a barbequeing/football viewing type event on Saturday, which was very enjoyable, even after I performed my party trick of getting a sunburn in minutes flat through several layers of suncream. Ta-daa! We watched the tail end of the US/Ghana match, and I will freely admit to experiencing shedloads of schadenfreude at the sight of the US team shedding tears after their defeat. I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m Canadian, and for me, seeing the US occasionally get creamed in a sporting event is basically the pinnacle of human happiness (similar to how the Scots felt watching England get Das Booted last week, I should think). G’WAN GHANA!

And speaking of Canada, yesterday was Canada Day, and I’m proud to say that my streak of forgetting about it every single year since I left the country remains unbroken. I was only alerted to the fact by a Canadian colleague, who noted the occasion by bringing in homemade Nanaimo bars. Holy shit, dude, I had forgotten about Nanaimo bars. So much buttery icing. They manage to be simultaneously delicious and disgusting. My colleague and I discussed this strange paradox and comisserated about the foodstuffs we miss most. Weirdly, whenever I talk to a fellow North American emigré about this, Kraft Dinner is always the first thing mentioned. I have not met an expat yet who doesn’t have Kraft Dinner shipped to them by their relatives (my mom always sends me a half dozen boxes at Christmas). If you describe Kraft Dinner to an English person, they will look at you in disgust (of course I brook no culinary criticism from a country that actually considers Scotch eggs to be edible). It’s hard to explain what’s so addictive about it, but MAN do I miss that lurid orangey goodness. Send more please Mom!

Here’s my Folksy Friday treasury for the week…

Remember This – Vintage Style Handmade Scrapbook Embellishment, by CraftyPagan Natural Leaf Coasters, by Charlotte Hupfield Ceramics Book Lover 8x8 Print, by Lola’s Room Retro Wind-up Robot Cufflinks, by FluffsStuffs Paper Wreath – Pride and Prejudice, by Bookity Amber Butterfly Patterned Brooch, by Julia Smith

Reasons I Love Britain Nos. 16,354 & 16,355

No. 16,354: Is this getting press anywhere outside the UK? Every year in Britain there is a publicised battle for the number one Christmas hit single, as judged by sales. For the past several years, the battle has been easily won by the winner of the X Factor. This year, one couple got so sick of Simon ‘Twat’ Cowell’s merchandising machine that they started a Facebook campaign encouraging people to go out and buy ‘Killing In The Name’ by Rage Against The Machine instead of whatever dreck the X Factor happens to churn out. You remember ‘Killing In The Name’ – it’s the one with the repeated refrain “Fuck you! I won’t do what you tell me!” Awesome. And as of right now, Rage Against The Machine are beating [X Factor schlock-monger whose name I can’t be bothered to look up] by 60,000 singles. OH YEAH. I am SO buying a copy. Fight the good fight!

No. 16,355: When the credit crunch hit, Radio 4’s flagship Serious News Programme, ‘PM’, introduced a daily segment about the current financial situation. They invited listeners to suggest names for the new feature, and the winner, awesomely, was ‘Upshares, Downshares’. They even started playing a bit of the ‘Upstairs, Downstairs’ theme song to introduce the segment.

At some point, some listener sent in the original version of the theme song, which was played on that evening’s programme. Then someone sent in another version, or their own version, or something – this was also played on the air, with a comment from Eddie ‘Sexy Voice’ Mair saying thanks very much, but please stop sending in new versions of the theme now.

Being the contrary sort (see above), this lit a fire under the British public, and the homemade versions started pouring in in their thousands. The BBC conceded defeat, and now every day they feature a new listener-contributed interpretation of the theme (keep in mind this is the Straight-Faced News Programme, during which Eddie Mair REGULARLY causes experienced politicians to stutter in desperation during interviews). Recent styles have included retro-futuristic disco synth-pop, mariachi, traditional hand bells, and a lovely rendition tonight on an Irish bouzouki (different from the Greek bouzouki in having a flat instead of a rounded back. Apparently). This coming Monday the programme is featuring an interview with the composer of the ‘Upstairs, Downstairs’ theme, in which they will play him several of the versions sent in by the listeners.

How utterly, delightfully bonkers. THIS COUNTRY.

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The Great Snow Crisis

So, we’ve had a bit of weather here. There is actually, as we speak, a layer of snow in my garden that has been there for three days. Three days! This is unheard of! Apparently it’s the worst snowfall in Britain in eighteen years. Predictably, the entire country has flown into a panic. On the first day of snow, there were no buses running in London. None. Not one single bus could navigate the treacherous Iditarod of London streets under an inch of snow. Schools were closed; half the country didn’t bother showing up for work; cars were abandoned in their thousands.

And the news coverage has been relentless. You’d think aliens had landed, or that we were under nuclear attack, or that we were under attack by nuclear aliens, rather than being, as we are, moderately inconvenienced by some unseasonably inclement weather. The up-to-the-minute reporting hasn’t stopped. First came the EXTREME WEATHER WARNINGS, then came the ground-zero reports of stranded cars, then came the statistics about all the missed work and its effect on our poor economy…and then, inevitably, came the moaning. The English are not happy unless they have something to complain about. Hours of phone-in shows were taken up by disgruntled oiks bitching about their roads not being gritted quickly enough. Boy, and they say the Palestinians have it rough, eh?

Amusingly, this led to unprecedented levels of media attention for Canada, as everyone kept pointing out that severe snowstorms happen in Canada every year and cause barely any disruption at all. Some folks used Denmark as the comparison, but overall Canada seems to be the snow-defying nation that springs first to people’s minds. Hey, at least we’re getting noticed for something, even if it’s just our tolerance for bad weather.

Of course, all the folks eager to blame Britain’s government for the ‘inadequate’ response to the Great Snow Crisis failed to take one thing into account. Namely: the reason that Canada is so good at coping with snow is because IT SNOWS IN CANADA ALL THE TIME. So we tend to prepare for it. We prepare for it by paying an enormous amount of money for snowplows and gritting trucks and snow tyres and heated garages. If Britain paid the same amount of money for these services, there would be an amazingly quick response in the event of a snowstorm, which, as mentioned earlier, tends to happen about once every eighteen years. In the intervening seventeen years, you’d have a bunch of snowplows and gritting trucks sitting around at the ready, doing nothing and costing a fortune. Which the exact same people would ring in to call-in shows and complain about. Dear General Public: please get a sense of perspective.