Hotting Up
Summer has come to the Little House with soaring temperatures and lots of outdoor pursuits. Living in a semi-rural environment, we get to sit and watch all sorts of wildlife frolicking in our garden and the Neighbouring woods and fields. Unhappily, though we also get to live in close proximity to all sorts of vermin. I don’t mind the mice in the roof (well, apart from the dead one that landed on my head when I opened the loft hatch), but I could do without the squirrels and wasps the size of zeppelins. I could also do without the ants.
Ants are fine and dandy in the great outdoors but when the bastards are heading for your larder, it’s another thing altogether. Currently, we have them trying to outflank us via a pincer movement involving one lot coming in the back door and another via the conservatory. Almost exactly between these two points of entry lies the kitchen, and I know that if a single member of either of these troops makes it that far, we’re well and truly buggered as all their mates will merrily follow along the pheromone trail and start making off with the Rice Krispies. So far, we’ve managed to hold them off, but I think that I’m going have to resort to chemical warfare in order to get a moments peace around here. The ants a bad enough in themselves, but the Little effay’s constant cries of “Daddy come quickly, I saw an ant!” are starting to get me down; not least because she usually sees fit to do this when I’m in the shower or carrying some heavy object or other.
Still, it’s not all doom and gloom. The stereo is getting its usual pounding and top of the playlist is the recently released Acid Mothers Gong Live in Nagoya which is members of Gong and Acid Mothers Temple from a Japanese gig on the 2003 tour. Good? It’s outstanding. Absolute mayhem, with Daevid Allen apparently singing through that thing the Butthole Surfers used to use to make the vocals sound like they are at the wrong speed. What’s really great about it though is that when you listen to it, you sort of half-recognise the theme behind a barrage of screaming guitars and synths then, about five minutes in, suddenly realize that they’re actually playing the most brutal and twisted version of ‘Flying Teapot’ you’re ever likely to hear. No home should be without a copy.
Ants are fine and dandy in the great outdoors but when the bastards are heading for your larder, it’s another thing altogether. Currently, we have them trying to outflank us via a pincer movement involving one lot coming in the back door and another via the conservatory. Almost exactly between these two points of entry lies the kitchen, and I know that if a single member of either of these troops makes it that far, we’re well and truly buggered as all their mates will merrily follow along the pheromone trail and start making off with the Rice Krispies. So far, we’ve managed to hold them off, but I think that I’m going have to resort to chemical warfare in order to get a moments peace around here. The ants a bad enough in themselves, but the Little effay’s constant cries of “Daddy come quickly, I saw an ant!” are starting to get me down; not least because she usually sees fit to do this when I’m in the shower or carrying some heavy object or other.
Still, it’s not all doom and gloom. The stereo is getting its usual pounding and top of the playlist is the recently released Acid Mothers Gong Live in Nagoya which is members of Gong and Acid Mothers Temple from a Japanese gig on the 2003 tour. Good? It’s outstanding. Absolute mayhem, with Daevid Allen apparently singing through that thing the Butthole Surfers used to use to make the vocals sound like they are at the wrong speed. What’s really great about it though is that when you listen to it, you sort of half-recognise the theme behind a barrage of screaming guitars and synths then, about five minutes in, suddenly realize that they’re actually playing the most brutal and twisted version of ‘Flying Teapot’ you’re ever likely to hear. No home should be without a copy.
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