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Weekend Fun

Weekend Fun

Quite a crazy weekend!  On Friday I was the volunteer DJ at the Kid’s Halloween Party organised by We Are Wisbech as part of the Horsefair Halloween Activities.  I do this every year and always enjoy it very much.  The families seemed to have a nice time and the Institute looked fantastic all decorated in spooky dressings.  I went straight from my volunteer DJ gig to a commercial one in Wimblington.

I spent most of Saturday chasing up new issues that residents of Medworth have raised with me, plus a couple of new ones in Peckover, but in the afternoon I had to buy and wrap presents for a spooky “lucky dip” as part of Saturday Night’s Conservative Halloween Party.  The night was also great fun, but it didn’t end quite where I’d expected.   On the way home I was witness to an incident and ended up at the Police Station until 3AM giving a witness statement.  Can’t say any more than that, since it may potentially go to court.

On Sunday I had a rare day of and spent it with my family.  We have a Halloween tradition of a Chinese Meal and a Scary Movie and that’s what we did.  My Son spends most of his time asking us to cover his eyes!  I’m sure I was the same at Nine when watching those old black and white horrors with my parents.

Now it’s back to work… :)

For Sale, 5 & 6 Alexandra Road

For Sale, 5 & 6 Alexandra Road

When I looked around my current house way back in early 2002 I literally fell in love with it immediately.  I made an offer on the spot and a few short months later my girlfriend and I moved in.  Since then I got married and we had a Son who is now nine years old.

But things change and people change and the time comes to do something different.  I’ve been mulling this over for a few months.  I’ve discussed it at length with my wife, members of my family and close friends.  The time has come.

As of today my house and my shop, numbers five and six Alexandra Road, are on the market.  My family have loved living in this house and we will miss it terribly, but our situation has changed and it is time to reflect that.

So if you’re looking for a fantastic, unusual, tardis-like home with a neat little shop on the side, give me a call.  While we don’t mind taking a bit of time to get the right buyer, a quick sale would also suit us.  We’re excited, you see.  Now we’ve decided what we’re doing we’re ready for the next adventure.

Happy Birthday This Blog – Six Years Old

Happy Birthday This Blog – Six Years Old

This blog (in its various forms) has now been around since September 2007.  Six full years.  As blogs go, that’s not insignificant longevity.  So I thought, for its Sixth birthday celebration, I might write some kind of summary, or “long view” type piece.  And then I thought it might just be nice to do a gallery of pictures dating back six years.  After all, a picture is worth a thousand words.  So this post is going to be the War & Peace of blogs!

The pictures presented here are mostly just personal stuff I’ve been involved in, but they have all been published on this blog at some point.  They’re not presented for any reason other than my own amusement.  But they are (very very loosely) in linear order, with the newest at the top and the oldest at the bottom.  Some of the faces are no longer with us and I miss them.  This represents a period worth about a seventh of my life.  Probably the best period of my life, actually.  So thank you, Wisbech.  And thank you all the people in these photos and anyone who knows them.

Without further ado, I give you – six years of Getting The Message Out / Steve Tierney’s Soap Box.   Six years of my life.

The Week So Far And Still To Come

The Week So Far And Still To Come

On Tuesday night I attended the Showmen’s Reception, which is the annual welcome to the showmen who run the fair from the Town Council.  This was followed, on Wednesday, by the Mayor’s opening of the fair.  My son and I attended and enjoyed it very much though I have come to the conclusion that I am now much too old for these rides which spin around and around and make you sick. :)

Tonight the Cambridge Conservative gang are returning to Fenland for a curry with the Wisbech Conservatives.  This has become a regular event, with us visiting them and then them visiting us.  It’s always fun and it’s a good way to build and maintain connections with friends and colleagues across Cambridgeshire.

This Saturday, my wife is off to a “Forties Weekend” – leaving my son and I to tear up the town.  Well, as much tearing up as you can do with an eight-year-old, anyway!  We’ll be joining the Newton Street Pride team led by Sam Clark and Dee Markham in the morning, then going swimming and catching a movie.

Sunday, I have nothing “official” to be doing, so I’ll probably catch up on the mountain of work that is steadily growing in my office.  Plus, I really have to finish getting my shop ready to re-open.

While I’m hear – I have a lot of old computer hardware, mostly in brand new condition and still boxed, which I need to get rid of.  Does anybody need any bits and pieces?  Let me know.

Camping With The Family

Camping With The Family

It was my brother Dan’s birthday at the weekend and a chunk of our family zoomed off for a couple of night’s camping to celebrate.  We didn’t go far, staying in a campsite about half an hour’s drive North of Peterborough, but it still had the feeling of quite a remote getaway.

My wife didn’t come along (she’s not a big fan of camping) and so my Son and I shared a little tent which I purchased just for the trip.  I was rather taken with the tent, which was one of these new “instant assembly” types.  You take them out of their pack, shake them once, and they set themselves up without you needing to do anything.  It’s like a magic trick.  I felt like shouting “alakazam!” as I created a pleasant little tent with a flick of the wrist.

On Saturday we drove to Twin Lakes, which is one of these “fun farm turned theme park” places that have cropped up all over the place in the last decade or so.   This one has had time to grow because its bloomin’ enormous now.  I’m aware that some camping purists will be crying: “Heresy” at the idea that we were supposed to be roughing it in the wilderness and instead we chose to go to a theme park.  To that I’d say two things.  (1)  You should have seen me the last time I camped!  I ordered Indian Takeaway delivered to the site.  And (2) You camp the way you want to camp and we’ll camp the way we want to camp.  Capiche?  : )

The park was exceptionally cheesy (which is absolutely not a cricitism!) and as far as white knuckle rides go this ain’t no Alton Towers.  But neither do you have to queue for two hours to get onto anything.  In fact, a very enjoyable day can be had with all manner of different little attractions scattered about the site.

As you enter the park the first thing you see is “Curtains Chaos” – which is a sort of cross between a Ghost Walk and a Maze.  The picture above is one of the scary clowns that can be found lurking within.  It turned out that the park has several of these interesting little spooky attractions including the excellent Farmhouse Of Fear and the claustrophic Dungeon.  This sort of thing isn’t up everyone’s street, but personally I felt we’d got our money’s worth in cheese and old-fashioned fun within the first half hour – and at that point we’d barely seen a smidgen of the site.

My son spent an hour on this.  But don’t let the photo fool you.  It’s was absolutely rammed with people – mostly kids – laughing and playing and rushing around blasting one another with water pistols.  I would have had to drag Joe out screaming had there not been so many other fun things still to do.

This is possibly the slowest and most un-thrilling roller-coaster in the world.  You could take your grandma and your toddler on it and neither of them would bat an eyelid.  That said, it rolls through some glorious countryside and on a hot day like last Saturday the pleasant breeze you get while riding it is well worth it.  Oh, and you queue up for about thirty seconds to get on it.  A bonus.

The log flume had the longest queue in the park.  It was about ten minutes.  It’s kinda fun, if brief.  It’s just about the only thing I wouldn’t revisit if I went back.  It’s not that it’s bad – but they were only running two cars and the brief thrill wasn’t really worth the time it took to get it.

There were lots more rides, a fun farm with animals to view and pet, an indoor play area,  a boating mini-lake, lots of giant slides, as well as numerous expansive play areas for the kids.  Pretty much everything (except food and drink) is free after you pay for admission, meaning that the overall price for the family seems like quite a good deal by the tired footsore end of the day.

Apparently they do a pretty mean “Halloween” extravagana called Xtreme Fright Night – so I may have to take the Small Man back again later in the year.  Cheesy old-fashioned fun and Halloween are perfect partners. : )

My Brother Alan and I decided, at about 10PM on Saturday night, that we needed more crisps and chocolate, so we left the rest of the family sitting outside the tents drinking wine and went on a search for a late night garage.  We got hopelessly lost.  The SatNav was, apparently, haunted and it took us around and around in ever stranger and more remote circles.  We finally gave up and returned just as everybody else was ready to turn in.  Still, it’s not every day you get to see miles and miles of nothing.  We were good-humoured about it.  A suntan and a fun day with the family will do that.

My Son slept like a log throughout the night.  I did not fare as well.  Foolishly, I had purchased an air bed, thinking it would aid in my comfort in the tent.  I don’t know why I did this as I’ve never minded sleeping on the floor before.  It was a mistake.  The air bed gave me back- and neck-ache.  Once I discarded it I slept better, but by then I was knackered.

After breakfast some of the family took a walk in the countryside.  My Son revisited the playground on the camp site which, while quite basic, did provide visitor’s kids with the perfect opportunity to do dangerous and unforeseen things with the play equipment out of sight of their parents.  I went over a couple of times to check on him.  The first time, all the kids were swinging as high as they could and then leaping off their swings to see who could land the furthest away.

The second time, they were all on the roof of the slide thingy.  God knows how they got up there.  It was like “how many angels can fit on the head of a pin.”  Somewhere, the Elven Safety Fairies are screaming in horror.  I probably should have told him off more robustly – but memories of leaping between haystacks and jumping from rooftops onto trees when I was a kid gave me pause.  : )

Packing up the tent was instructive.  Apparently, these “instant tents” are a bit like every government.  They give with one hand and take with the other.  By which I mean that the time saved in that miraculous magical set-up, became a Krypton-factor style brainbuster of epic proportions when it came to putting the darn thing away again.  Eventually, we gave up, leaving with it half-stuffed into its bag and rammed into the back of the car.   I suspect that rather than use it again I may buy something more traditional, so if anybody wants my Hey Presto! Tent – just let me know.  Free to a good home.

When we got home my wife asked my Son if he’d enjoyed his weekend.  “It was fantastic,” he confirmed.  Then she asked him which bit he enjoyed the most.  He puzzled over this for a while, no doubt considering the swimming and the funfair and the scary rides and the camping and all the family fun.  After some consideration he confirmed that he’d really liked the swings.  “The swings?” I demanded:  “But you have swings at home.”
“Yes Daddy,” He said.  “But I can’t jump anywhere near as far when I leap off of those.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“Because you are usually watching me,” He said.
And there, dear readers, is your epitaph.  What your Eight-Year old boy really, really wants isn’t funfairs or expensive outings, but for you to let him go wild where you can’t see him. : )

A Scrappy Blog Post

A Scrappy Blog Post

I’ve had an interesting sort of week, though it was mostly dominated by work.  Since fifty or so hours a week of my time were recently freed up I’ve been working to rebuild and consolidate some of my various business interests.  I closed Number10 Café last weekend and have been putting lots of extra hours into my other businesses.  It’s beginning to pay off and it’s actually quite refreshing to get back to making some money again.

I’ve also had quite a variety of interesting meetings this week.  On Tuesday I had a meeting with a group in Leverington who had an interesting proposal they wanted some advice on. I won’t relay exactly what it was, since it’s their thing and not mine – so not my place to do so.  But I thought it innovative and clever and I offered to help however I could.  On Wednesday I was in Newton meeting with one of the parish councillors to finalise details of next week’s big summer fête.   Today I met with one of the people on the list for selection as a Conservative MEP candidate (which reminds me, I really should do a fun run-down of the candidates sometimes soon.  It’s been a while since I’ve done one of those!)  Tomorrow I’m heading into Tydd St. Giles to share a pint with some of my friends there and chat over local planning and Fenrats business.

I did manage to get back to the gym yesterday.  I’ve had a six month hiatus from weight-lifting and I’m getting saggy and old, so it was time to try and reverse at least some of my decline.  If such a thing is even possible.  I popped over to Shapers, which is refreshingly unchanged from when I first went there a decade ago. It’s still the sort of blood-and-guts gym that scares the faint-hearted and spikes your adrenaline the minute you walk in the door.  Very loud metal bands pound and roar out of the giant speakers while huge muscular chaps lift ridiculously large stacks of weights with seeming ease.  Great atmosphere, tons of equipment, can’t ask for more really.  Though everything is aching today – it’s good to be back on track.  I intend to get back to four gym visits a week starting now.

Oh, and I’ve joined the Village Hall Committee in Leverington too.  That’s two village hall committees. I may possibly become an authority in village hall committees!  :)  But it’s a great way to help with local causes and broaden the choice of things local people have to do in their area.  I don’t know what my meagre talents can add to the excellent committee there – but as ever, I’m glad to try and help.

Also, I managed to get the front of my house painted and my front garden planted – and even managed to clear the back garden in time for some Summer barbecues.  Presuming we ever get some Summer.  Perhaps it’s more likely that all this Global Warming will deliver us Winter in early September and snow by late Autumn?  Damn you, Carbon Dioxide, and your terrible heat-trapping properties.

But it’s broadly been a week of getting the nitty-gritty bits done and earning a crust.  Tonight I’m driving to Peterborough to take my wife to two movies; The Purge and World War Z.  No doubt some popcorn will be eaten.  But not too much – I’m trying to be healthier. ; )

Away For The Weekend

Away For The Weekend

I notice that, having organised the protest in Wisbech via their activists and supporters (some of whom they later disowned), gained publicity from it for the local elections and trolled its message board for new members, UKIP decided to advise their members not to attend.  Good of them, that.  I chose to get out of town the weekend of the hater’s gathering protest march and spend some time with my family somewhere quiet.

We headed out towards Great Yarmouth and stayed in a little village near Caister, in a small chalet in a campsite. It was a very pleasant weekend despite the lack of Summer showing more than a glimpse of its face.  We walked on the beach, jumped on the dunes, went swimming, played in the penny arcades and enjoyed ourselves in the Pontins-style clubhouse with the sixties cover band and the dodgy puppeteer.  Much like I remember doing when I was a kid, actually.  It’s not gotten any less awesome since then.  I guess my family and I have simple tastes.  Nothing wrong with that!

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My son Joe, relaxing after some rock-jumping.

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Look how close the pink jewel is to dropping!

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And drop it did!

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Health and safety be damned.  Boys want to climb.

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Look!  A rock!  (Exciting times!)

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Joe holding up the ocean.

Back Into The Swing Of Things

Back Into The Swing Of Things

My vacation already seems like it happened about a thousand years ago.  That’s the nature of them, I suppose.  A brief escape from the everyday trials and worries, quickly gone.  But at least it’s been quite easy to get back into the routine.

I had my two surgeries; Gorefield and Peckover, last Saturday.  On Saturday night I was quizmaster for a Conservative fundraiser.  On Sunday I took my son to the Funfarm in Spalding and then caught up on paperwork in the evening.

This week there is all sorts to do.  Tonight I’m at a Street Pride committee meeting and tomorrow I’m in London in the morning for a business meeting and then rushing back to meet some constituents in the afternoon.  Early evening i’ll be in South Holland, attending the South Holland District Council planning committee meeting which will hear the other half of the wind farm plan that we already beat in Fenland.  Fingers crossed.

On Thursday i’m at Shire Hall all day for a series of meetings related to my cabinet portfolio including the Public Health Infrastructure Steering Group, The Public Health Management Team and then two different one-to-ones with lead officers on different issues.  On Thursday evening I’m meeting the Fenrats for a celebration of our previous win against the windfarm proposals, a chat about the outcome at South Holland (whatever that may be) and plans for the future just in case this particular bogeyman makes some sort of unpleasant comeback.

On Friday I’m back to Shire Hall again for a meeting of the Health & Wellbeing Support Group, and then a progress report for the Wisbech 2020 project.  After I leave Shire Hall I’ll be meeting other members of the team supporting our PCC candidate John Pye to discuss the campaign.

On Saturday I’m taking my son camping for a single night, because we do this once a year.  I’m hoping the weather holds up!

And finally, on Sunday, I have a Leverington Street Pride litter pick in the morning and a meeting with constituents in another village in the afternoon.

As you can see – back into the swing of things!

The Toy Thieves

The Toy Thieves

My son occasionally asks me about politics, which is to be expected since I’m involved in politics and he sees and hears about it a lot. Whenever he does I’m faced with that quandary that any decent political activist parent must face – how to answer? Give him the view you believe, which is obviously biased? Give him your best neutral explanation and see what he makes of it for himself? Tell him to “Go ask your mother?”

Generally, I do my best to give a factual (ish) answer and let him decide. But to be honest, I know I don’t really do this very well. It’s hard to portray something that you think is barking mad as logical in order to protect some elusive goal of parental responsibility.

For instance – my son often looks at the wall chart I have which shows all the county councillors in Cambridgeshire, with colour-coding for what party they are. He knows I’m on the “blue team” but he will say: “What do the Purple team do?*” Or “What do the yellow team do?*”

Today it was the red team’s turn. He asked me who they were (I’ve told him before, but he likes to go back over things and mull them over.) I said: “That’s Labour.”
“What do Labour do?”
“They’re socialists.”
“What does that mean?”
So here’s that challenge – how to convey the information in a fair (ish) way. So I said: “You know all the toys you’ve got in your room? Well, imagine another boy had some toys, but not as many as you. Well Labour would take some of your toys and give them to the other boy so that you had the same amount of toys.”
“WHAT?” gaped my son, “But they’re my toys! Why can’t he buy his own toys?”
“Maybe he can’t afford as many toys,” I said.
“What about his parents? Don’t they buy him toys?”
“Maybe he doesn’t have parents. Or maybe his parents can’t afford toys either,” I said.
“Can’t they work?” My son asked. “That’s what you and Mummy do when you want to buy things.”
“Maybe they can’t work,” I said. “Maybe they’re not very well, or can’t find a job to do?  Just imagine if you were the other boy, with no toys.  Wouldn’t you want somebody to help you?”

My son nodded thoughtfully and went off to play with some of the aforementioned toys. About an hour later he came back, having clearly considered all the things I’d said. Now remember, he’s seven. He said: “How many toys does the boy actually have?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I wasn’t think about an actual boy. I was just giving an example.”
“… Because if he has lots of toys, but not as many as me, then he can’t have my toys. But if he has got no toys at all then he can have some of my toys.”
“That’s nice,” I said.  “That sounds like a good way to think about it.”
But my son hadn’t finished yet.  “But it’s up to me!” he said.  Clearly he was genuinely worried that Labour might be in charge some day and come for his toys, so he wanted to set the ground rules.  “They can’t just come and take my toys.  They’re not the red team’s toys and they’re not the boy’s toys.  They’re my toys and I choose.  Okay?”
“That’s absolutely fine by me,” I agreed.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you take a non-biased and political neutral viewpoint to educate your children.  #ahem

*My answer to the question: “What do the Purple Team do?” is usually – much the same as the Blue Team, but more angrily.
*My answer to the question: “What do the Yellow Team do?” is usually – talk a lot and disagree with everything the Blue Team say.

Change Of Pace

Change Of Pace

After the last few weeks of Manic, I find that this week has a more leisurely pace to it.  It’s not that there isn’t a lot on – there is – it’s just that there isn’t so much on that I forget where I live because I’m never there.

I was in Shire Hall all day on Monday for various meetings with cabinet and with officers.  There are some really interesting things coming out of my portfolio at the moment.  I now feel confident enough in the role to begin pushing forwards some of my own ideas as well as working with officers in the excellent work they do.  I’ll be reporting on our “Men’s Health” initiative (not that we care more about men, only that men tend to be less likely to get themselves checked out) once it’s ready to roll – and there’s another interesting project tentatively called “Disaster Day” (no, it’s not me trying to dance) which I think will both inform and catch the imagination of councillors and constituents alike.

Tuesday I was unwell.  I should have gone for a meeting at the Houses of Parliament – which I was looking forwards to doing for obvious reasons (if you’re a political nerd, like me.)  Instead, I ended up stuck in the office doing a job that was never too far from the loo.  That was probably too much information.  Sorry.

Tomorrow I have an unusual “no work” day because my son, Joe, is going to see his new school.  This September he’ll be moving from the wonderful Nene school to the (hopefully, equally wonderful) St Peter’s School.  I’ll be taking Joe for a morning ‘taster’ at his forthcoming educational establishment.  Then, in the afternoon, I’ll be joining other parents back at Nene school to look at his recent work and talk to his teachers.  I’m looking forwards to it, partly because I like seeing the work he does and partly (mostly) because it’ll be a fun and important day with my Son.  I reckon we’ll find time to get to Wisbech Park and at least one ice cream van too.

On Thursday i’m in Hertfordshire on business and then on Friday I’ll be supporting a local lady in her educational appeal in regards to the school choice one of her children failed to get.  I hope to find time to pop in and see local newspaper editor John Elworthy too.

On Saturday i’m at Number10 Cafe in Wisbech, helping my colleagues there manage the crush that Rose Fair brings every year.

Late on Saturday, I’ll be heading to Hastings, where a number of very good friends live.  This is the weekend of my friend Dain’s Summer Party – which is, without fail, a monumental event.  I should return home late on Sunday, if I survive the night.  You probably think I’m joking.  But that’s because you have never been to one of these parties.  I may lecture them all on Health & Wellbeing.  But if I do – somebody will surely drown me in the jacuzzi.  Probably best not, then. ; )