Friday, 30 January 2015

Neil's Lime Pork Steaks

As promised I will be putting recipes on the Blog and this is the first. All of the recipes are dishes that i regularly cook for myself and Lena and she, hopefully will comment on their tastiness.

The first recipe I have only just created and I was a little bit wary of how it turned out. Lena will tell you all how it went.

If you give it a try please let me know how it goes.

Neil's Lime Pork Steaks


Ingredients:

4 lean pork steaks
Half a lime
Extra Virgin Olive OIl
Garlic
Black Pepper

Method

1.Mix 3 tea spoons of olive oil, 3 cloves of crushed garlic and the juice of half a lime in a glass dish pour half into a pan and keep the rest to one side.

2. Flatten the pork steaks on a chopping board maximizing the surface area.

3. Using a sharp knife cut shallow slits in both sides of the pork. (do not cut too deep)

4. On one side of each piece of pork rub in the lime/garlic/olive oil mixture trying to get the garlic into the slits.

5. Turn them over and rub a pinch of black pepper deep into the meat.

6. Turn on the pan to a high heat and when the oil is hot carefully place the pork in the pan.

7. Turn down the heat to medium and continually turn the pork for 10-12 minutes.

8. The pork should be served immediately with French fries or Baby New Potatoes and a nice green salad.

I wish to point out that Lena made the olive oil with garlic cloves and i just added the lime juice.



#lenabergmane #porkrecipes



THis Day in History 30th January

In the first of an irregular series.

This day in History

30th January:

1649   Charles I of England is beheaded at Whitehall by the executioner Richard Brandon.

Charles approached his death with beatific fortitude. Luckily for his posthumous reputation and the future survival of the British monarchy, Charles met his end with the air of a true martyr.
To the end he never compromised on the principle of monarchy. Incarcerated at St. James's palace awaiting his execution, he refused to see friends and accepted only visits from his close family. He gently explained to his weeping son Henry,
'Sweetheart, now they will cut off thy father's head...and perhaps make thee a king.'

1933   Adolf Hitler is named Chancellor by President Paul Hindenburg.



1972   British troops shoot dead 14 Irish civilians in Derry, Ireland. The day is forever remembered in Ireland as 'Bloody Sunday.'




https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EM4vblG6BVQ

#charlesthefirst #adolfhitler #bloodysunday #u2




Thursday, 29 January 2015

My cute Kitty........Danny

speed of light....is it fast enough?

Happy Thursday

Here's something to think about.


Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.

Wednesday, 28 January 2015

Bob Dylan Covers


I am a huge fan of Bob Dylan and think his songwriting is the best.

Sometimes however, his delivery can sometimes let him down. I have therefore compiled my own little list of the best cover versions of songs written by Bob. This list is not definitive, but is in my opinion the best.

  1. All along the Watchtower — Jimi Hendrix https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pJV81mdj1ic
  2. The Ballad of Hollis Brown — Nina Simone https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bm-g0p2yTaU
  3. I'll be your Baby Tonight — Nora Jones https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yh4djkouEA8
  4. Every Grain of Sand — Emmylou Harris
  5. Its all over now Baby Blue — Them (Van Morrison) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zyn8BJ1Uvzw

    #bobdylan #bobdylancovers


Burns Supper Speach 2014

Here is the speach i gave in 2014 to the British Chamber of Commerce, Riga.


When I was asked, if I would propose a toast to the Immortal Memory at the Burns Supper, I was flattered, honoured and more than a wee bit scared.   What could I say?   
Here's me, a man from London, all be it of Scottish parents, asked to address a Burns night.   It was suggested I talk about what the poet means to me, so that's what you will hear, no anecdotes, no lead balloons, just how I see Robert Burns.

All countries, Latvia included have poets, other writers, and heroes, yet we do not afford them the veneration that Scots, and others, afford to Robert Burns. And why should this be?
The English have Shakespeare; the Irish have Joyce; the Americans have Longfellow; the Italians have Dante; the Latvians have Caka.
Every one of them an internationally known and respected figure, but to none of them is paid the homage that is paid to Burns, even in their own country, let alone abroad.   There is no institution of a Shakespeare supper or any Joyce Junket or Longfellow Lunch or Dante Dinner. Not even a Caka Chow-down. There is no international acclaim of any of these writers, great though they may be.
Yet Burns is universally acclaimed. Why should all of this be?
As we sit down tonight in Riga, in Moscow they will be already dancing, In Beijing and Tokyo they will be heading home. In the UK finishing touches will be made to outfits and in New York anticipation of the evenings events will be growing.
On 25 January of each year and for many days before it and after it there is not an hour in the day or night when a Burns Supper is not taking place somewhere on this earth. 
And there is no other institution of man of which that can be said.
4 years after Burns’ death, Dr James Currie, who was Burns’ editor, wrote a highly exaggerated biography of the poet where he examined Burns’ character and his love of the demon drink. This from a man who had only actually met Burns once.
As another Scottish Poet Hugh McDiarmid wrote
"More nonsense has been uttered in the name of Robert Burns than anyone else, barring liberty and Christ"
It seems to me to be a pretty good way of describing what has been done to Burns' reputation over the last 200 years or so, starting with Dr. Currie in 1800 and continued by so many ever since.  
Robert Burns was born in Alloway, Ayrshire, on January 25th, 1759 and died in Dumfries on the 21st July 1796.   We celebrate his birth, we don't mark his death.
This is because Rabbie’s work is all about life and living, it celebrates the common Man.  
In that short 37 years, he left a huge impact on the world.   
Who was this guy?  How did he think?  What legacy has he left? 
His family were farming folks, making a living on 70 acres and in 1765, when he was 6, his father, William and some neighbours established a school in the village and hired a teacher, a Mr. Murdoch, for their families.   
Robert and his brother Gilbert attended the school, but the teacher left in 1768, leaving the boy’s father to continue their education.  Pa Burns held that the three most important things in a boy’s life were education, education and education, the most important of them being Education.   
In 1780, at age 21, Robert and Gilbert with other young lads of Tarbolton founded the Tarbolton Bachelor’s Club. It was founded on “diversion to relieve the wearied man worn down by the necessary labours of life”.  Robert was elected its first President and the first meeting drew up the rules for membership, one of which required that
'Every man proper for a member of this Society, must have a frank, honest, open heart; above anything dirty or mean; and must be a professed lover of one or more of the female sex. No haughty, self-conceited person, who looks upon himself as superior to the rest of the Club, and especially no mean spirited, worldly mortal, whose only will is to heap up money shall upon any pretence whatever be admitted.'
In 1785, his first child, a girl, was born to his mother’s serving girl, Betty Paton.  That same year, he met Jean Armour.    He commented on the 6 belles of Mauchline
 Miss Miller is fine, Miss Markland's divine,
Miss Smith she has wit, and Miss Betty is braw :
There's beauty and fortune to get wi' Miss Morton,
But Armour's the jewel for me o' them a' .
He had an intimate affair with Jean Armour, for which he was censured by the Kirk session and having to spend some time on the “cutty stool” in front of the congregation, named as a “fornicator”.
As a result of his farming misfortunes, and the attempts of his Jean's father to overthrow his common-law marriage with Jean, he decided to emigrate, taking a job as an overseer on a plantation in Jamaica, and in order to raise money for the passage he published a volume of the poems which he had been composing from time to time for some years. This volume was unexpectedly successful, so that, instead of sailing for the West Indies, he went to Edinburgh, and during that winter he was the chief literary celebrity of the season.  
His fame as a poet had reconciled the Armours to the connection, (money talked even then!) and having now regularly married Jean, he brought her to Ellisland and once more tried farming.  It lasted for three years.  
In spite of the fact that he always seemed to be broke, he refused to accept any payment for this work, preferring to regard it as a patriotic service. And it was, indeed, a patriotic service of no small magnitude. By birth and temperament he was the right man in the right place at the right time, and this is proved by the unique extent to which his productions have passed into the life and feeling of his race.
He gave up on farming in 1791 and in 1792, he was appointed as an Tax man in Dumfries. By now he was thoroughly discouraged; his work was mere drudgery; his tendency to take his relaxation in debauchery increased the weakness of a constitution early undermined.  
In Rabbie's time, the English had, by then, recognised the Scots are a warlike race and in their own sly, sleekit way, recruited the Scots into their army.    
O why the deuce should I repine,
And be an ill foreboder?
I'm twenty-three, and five feet nine,
I'll go and be a sodger !  
Robert Burns was a private in the Royal Dumfries Volunteers during the last year and a half of his life.
On 21 July, all but destitute and in debt, Burns died.   He was buried with full Military Honours on the 25th July, his son Maxwell was born of Jean Armour the same day. 
During his life, Rabbie was a humourist, a satirist, storyteller, a lover, socialist, nationalist and a philosopher. He could be romantic, charming, funny, sarcastic and had a devastating wit.  Hypocrisy and the pompous were often targets.
His life and work can still be seen as a series of contradictions, some of which are easy to understand, others less so, because times were so different then. 

About some of the contradictions in the man.
At times he was a LOVER and at others he was a LECHER.
At times he was a ROMANTIC and at others he was a REALIST.
He was a NATIONALIST and at times he was an INTERNATIONALIST.
He was at times a RADICAL and at others a REACTIONARY. 
Were Burns to be alive today, the media would have a great time, taking him to task over these contradictions.  However, even in the context of today, I see in Burns something that was dignified and honest.   He had a kind of honesty that marked him out as different.  He expressed it beautifully in his "First Epistle to John Lapraik"
 I winna blaw about mysel
As ill I like my fauts to tell;
But friends, an folk that wish me well,
They sometimes roose me;
Tho I maun own, as monie still
As far abuse me.
His summing up of hypocrisy is beautifully penned in a variety of poems and letter ---- None better than in "Holy Willie's Prayer"

O lord thou kens what zeal I bear
when drinkers drink and swearers swear
an singin here and dancin there
wi great and sma
but I am keepit, by Thy fear,
free frae them a
O Lord ! yestreen, thou kens wi Meg -
Thy pardon I sincerely beg-
O, may't ne'er be a livin plague
To my dishonour!
An I'll never lift a lawless leg
Again upon her.
But, Lord, remember me and mine
Wi mercies temporal and divine,
That I for grace and gear may shine,
Excell'd by nane,
And a' the glory shall be thine-
Amen, Amen!

To the contrasts which I mentioned earlier :-
The LECHEROUS side of Burns is shown clearly in many of his letters, and in sources like The Merry Muses.  However I will pass over that in favour of his ROMANTIC side, that of the lover.  This is so evident in many of his letters, his reworking of old songs and, of course in his own songs and poems.  The poem, which sums it all up is "O Were I on Parnassus Hill" which he wrote to Jean, not long after they were married.  He wrote it -- as he put it  "Made out as a compliment to Mrs. Burns"

Then come sweet muse inspire my lay!
For a' the lee lang Simmer's day
I couldna sing, I couldna say,
How much, how dear I love thee.
I see thee dancing o'er the green,
Thy waist sae gimp thy limbs sae clean,
Thy tempting lips, thy roguish een-
By Heav'n and Earth I love thee!
But back to the contrasts .....the Nationalist and the Internationalist.
The Internationalist produced a world class and indeed world renowned statement, sung so beautifully by Sheena Wellington to launch the new Scottish Parliament.

Then let us pray that come it may
(As come it will for a' that)
That sense and worth o'er a'the earth
Shall bear the gree for a' that
For a' that and a' that
It's comin' yet for a' that
That man to man the world o'er
shall brithers be for a' that.

Are we any nearer to achieving that today? I think we are but with a fair few miles still to go.  This Internationalist penned the most Nationalist of views, sometimes a proud nationalism and at other times a bitter nationalism.
Rabbie was very definitely on the side of his native land, a convinced, and convincing, Nationalist.  His comment on the 1707 Union of Parliaments refers to the moneyed classes selling out to the English.  He mourned the loss of Scottish identity "farewell even to our Scottish name, sae famed in ancient story" and looked bitterly into the past
What force or guile could not subdue,
Thro' many warlike ages,
Is wrought now by a coward few
For hireling traitor wages.
The English steel we could disdain,
Secure in valour's station.
But English gold has been our bane,
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation.
"oh would that I had seen the day
when treason thus could sell us
my ain grey head had laid in clay
with Bruce and noble Wallace
But pith and pow'r to my last hour
I'll make this declaration
we are bought and sold for English gold
such a parcel of rogues in the nation
I wonder how he would regard the present crop of Scottish Nationalist.   With admiration?  Or contempt?
As a storyteller, Burns has no peer.   Is there a more moving scene than the Cottar's Saturday Night?   Is there a better tale than Tam o Shanter?  He paints word pictures, listen to these words describing a cozy seat in a warm bar with good friends on a stormy night 
Ae market night, Tam got planted unco right
fast by an ingle bleezin finely
wi reaming swats that drank divinely
at his elbow, Soutar Johnnie
His ancient, trusty drouthy crony
Tam lo'ed him like a very brother'
they had been  fou for weeks the gither
The night drave on wi sangs and clatter
and aye the ale was growin better
The Soutar told his queerest stories
the landlords laugh was ready chorus
the landlady and Tam grew gracious
wi favours secret, sweet and precious
the storm without might roar and rustle
Tam didna gie the storm a whustle
This has been a brief and very personal view of Burns, with little or nothing said about the many other facets of his tragically short life; the wonderful collector and improver of old Scots songs, Raconteur and Wit, Farmer, Exciseman, Soldier and so on. He is one of the major reasons why I am proud to be a Scot.  Every new year, the world starts off the year by rejoicing in the words rescued and reworked by Burns.  There is no better memorial to the man than the words of Auld Lang Syne.

We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
For Auld Lang Syne. 
I am intensely proud to give you this toast, the proudest toast for any Scot to propose. But it is also the proudest toast for any Scot to drink.  For it recalls surely the greatest Scot of all time.  
It is a toast which we should drink with joy and with pride.
Joy at his memory and pride in the heritage which he left us.
Distinguished guests, ladies and gentlemen,  I ask you all...Scot or not....fill your glasses, aye fill them to the very brim and raise them high as I give you the greatest Scottish toast of them all, the Immortal Memory of Robert Burns. 
ROBERT BURNS
  

Wednesday Thought 1

Wednesday 28th January



Every Wednesday I will post my thought for the week or as I call it

"The Wednesday Thought"

Here is number 1:


The pen is mightier than the sword ... if the sword is very short, and the pen is very sharp.

Tuesday, 27 January 2015

Burns supper speach 2015




For my first post  I want to share with you a speach I gave on January 24th to the British Chamber of Commerce Burns Supper here in Riga. If you heard the speach or not please let me know what you think.



Speech for Burns Supper: January 24th 2015

Ladies and Gentlemen;
I am incredibly proud and humbled to once again be asked by the British Chamber of Commerce to give the toast to the Immortal Memory of Robert Burns.
I have been reliably informed that no one has ever delivered this speech two years running. This means that I am feeling an extra special warm feeling all over.
I have to admit that last year I had a similar warm feeling just before I got up to speak, but I am sure that had nothing to do with my pride.
For those of you that were here last year you may recall, if you weren’t too drunk that is, that I spent a good chunk of the speech talking about Robert Burns, the Man.
This year however, I have decided to change the usual format slightly by not reflecting on the man but on his country and his world and how he would view our society in 2015.



The last 12 months since I last stood here have been tumultuous for the world and Scotland for a myriad of different reasons. When I sat down to plan out this speech I tried to imagine what Burns would have made of these events and link his timeless poetry to the events that shape our world today.
I will look at the world and Scotland by reflecting on Burns’ own political and social leanings, his philosophy and morals.
Two events dominated the news agenda in Scotland during 2014. The Commonwealth Games in Glasgow and the Independence Referendum. These two events, I am absolutely sure would have inspired Burns to verse.
I shall also look at some of the more obscure stories to come out of Scotland in the last 12 months; stories I am sure most people in the room will be unaware of.
It is also my intention to reflect on the international stories that have shaped the world and how Burns, a fervent believer in Internationalism, would have viewed the changes that have happened in 2014.





Scotland though, as it should on this particular night, comes first.
The Commonwealth games in Glasgow saw the eyes of the world turn on Scotland for a major sporting event for the first time for a long time. Some people were skeptical as to whether the games would match the spectacle of the London 2012 Olympics.
I actually don’t think the organizers wanted it to; and I believe rightly so.
While London’s opening ceremony was bold, big and breathtaking, Glasgow’s was fun-filled and Scottish. London had the queen parachuting from a helicopter, Glasgow had dancing tea cakes.
The sport itself was intense, friendly and fair. We saw athletic endeavor to high international standard. The crowds were huge for all of the events and in Glasgow itself there was a genuine sense of togetherness and joy amongst the population.
Burns himself wasn’t really a sporty kind of man, unless you count chasing girls as a sport, but I am sure the happy faces and sense of optimism in his country would have had him planning a poem or two.

The sense of international cooperation and the emotional outpouring that unite the Commonwealth and the Friendly games as they are called could have inspired him to write these words;
“Then let us pray and come what may
As comes it will for that
That sense and worth all over the earth
Shall bear the greed and all that
For all that and all that
That man to man the world over
Shall brothers be for all that.”

A little over six weeks after the world had left Scotland, the other major Scottish event of 2014 occurred.
I could not vote in the Independence Referendum, I live here in Riga, but like a lot of people around the world, I became caught up in the political intrigue that was causing ripples throughout the United Kingdom, Europe and beyond.
As a proud Scot, I felt sad that I was unable to visit my homeland this year to experience the excitement and emotion for myself.

As the weeks ticked by as the 18th September approached and opinion polls predicted narrow victories for both sides, I became very caught up in the genuine fervor that surrounded the referendum.
Burns as I mentioned last year was a strong believer in Scottish nationalism. I also suggested that he was a proud socialist who held strong democratic and internationally minded views,
Around the world in 2014, there have been many examples of People Power. People power means that ordinary people through force of will and sometimes at great risk to their liberty and safety have risen up and toppled tyrants, started revolutions and shouted with one united voice a resounding “No” to corruption, government complacency and increased political control from more authoritarian leaders.
In Mexico, Hong Kong, Burkina Faso, Nigeria and Brazil we saw movements that called for change. Closer to home the people of Ukraine and Russia looked for greater justice, democracy and accountability from their political leaders. These are all basic human rights that Burns passionately believed in and the referendum was a chance, to see once and for all, that Scots of the 21st century could be passionate, brave and committed to governing their own country. Burns’ voice would have been at the forefront of the debate, encouraging and empowering the ordinary people to vote with their heads and their hearts.
How Burns would have voted himself is not really up for question, but how he would have viewed the political maneuvering, grandiose speeches and impassioned debate would have surely led him to raise his own weapon, his pen.
A long time ago Burns wrote;
“There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.”
It felt a bit like that in the run up to the vote. Both sides were saying they were sure to win and in the three weeks before the referendum, the Yes campaign seemed to be taking a decisive lead.
In his famous poem “Scots Wha Hae”, Burns championed the 14th century independent zeal of William Wallace and Robert the Bruce with the hope that it would inspire the Scots of the 18th century. I believe it was also written with one eye firmly fixed on the future, written so that future generations of Scots would learn its lessons and answer his patriotic call.
For those amongst you who are unfamiliar with the poem it glorifies a do or die attitude that tells us it is better to die for freedom that live as a slave.



Scots who have with Wallace bled
Scots who Bruce has often led
Welcome to your gory bed
Or to victory.
Nows the day and nows the hour
See the front of battle lour
See approach proud Edwards power
Chains and Slavery.
Who will be the traitor knave?
Who can fill a coward’s grave?
Who is so low to be a slave?
Let them turn and flee.

When he wrote those words, Burns was attacking tyrants and authoritarian governments all over Europe and beyond. He was a strong supporter of both the French and American revolutionary movements and proudly believed that his fellow Scots would show the same spirit as his comrades across the seas.
Sadly, distressingly, he was wrong.
On the 18th September 2014, the majority of Scots turned their backs on Independence and chose to keep the status quo.
David Cameron did not send forth armies to Scotland as Edward had done in the past, but he conquered Scotland all the same.
The UK government, so desperate to win the referendum, promised more and more shiny baubles to tempt the Scottish voters to stay in the Union. Cameron used scare tactics sending his most high powered business cronies north in what seemed to be a conveyor belt of bankers and business leaders saying
“We’re Doomed!!!” in very loud voices.
Shamefully, it worked.
Support for the Yes campaign dwindled in the last few days and the end result was not even close. If Robert Burns had been alive to see it, I genuinely believe he would have despaired.




What force or guile could not subdue
Through many warlike ages
Is wrought now by a coward few
For hireling traitors wages.
The English steel we could disdain
Secure in valour’s station
But English gold has been our bane
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation.

Oh would that I had seen the day
That treasons thus could sell us
My old grey head had lain in clay
With Bruce and loyal Wallace.
But pith and power, till my last hour
I’ll make this declaration
We are bought and sold for English gold
Such a parcel of rogues in our nation.


I personally do not blame the UK government for using the tactics they did; politicians will do just about anything to retain power and control over us. I am most disappointed with the thousands of armchair socialists who talked and talked about freedom from the English and an independent, prosperous Scotland only to lose their nerve in the voting booth.
It really is a shame to say this but I am glad that Burns was not here to see it.

Ok folks, that’s enough of all the doom and gloom. It’s time to look at those Scottish news stories that you may not have heard about. We have Sex, arguments and misunderstandings all things that Burns was famous for.
I have decided to call this section,
SCOTLAND the WEIRD
In January 2014 a Scot was arrested at a US airport because security thought he had a bomb in his bag.
Turns out it was a 2kg Haggis!!!!
I would like to assure all of you who have had the haggis this evening that it is not explosive…… until you eat it that is.
Good luck tomorrow
Now I have always believed that we Scots abroad are polite, friendly and a pleasure to be around…..most of the time.
In July an elderly Scottish lady was arrested by the Moroccan authorities after attacking an air stewardess with her own artificial leg.
As you can imagine, her court appearance was brief… she didn’t have a leg to stand on.
Good news for all you hopeless romantics out there… it was a Scot who discovered sexual intercourse. A fossil of a fish found in Scotland approximately 385 million years old proves it. Unfortunately because the fish was so ugly, he couldn’t get a girlfriend.
Ladies and Gentlemen, this brings me to the end of my speech and I am sure a few of you are probably happy to hear it. I didn’t stand up here to offend anyone but to offer a genuine insight into how Burns may have viewed the events of 2014.
I am incredibly proud to be Scottish AND British. I am proud that I live in a city as beautiful as Riga and a country like Latvia that has its own proud tradition of People Power.
The revolutionary spirit of Robert Burns is all around us and it is to that spirit and to his Immortal Memory that I dedicate this toast. To Robert Burns. Thank you, and see you Next year.

#burnsnight #commonwealthgames2014 #independence referendum

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Welcome to my Blog. My name is Neil and I have been living in Riga, Latvia since August 2012.

I am a teacher of Geography, Social Studies and English as an Additional Language.

I am engaged to Lena who is my soulmate and best friend.

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