Showing posts with label Rico. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rico. Show all posts

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Rico. Oh dear.


A photo taken a couple of years ago of the Cross Keys pub, with a small group of remarkably "fresh faced" drinkers by the door. As I wrote last week, the building was put up for auction last Wednesday by a company called Network Auctions, after its' enforced closure after the landlord was unable to maintain an orderly house. Shortly before the sale was due to begin, the vendors suddenly pulled the pub from the sale. I do not know the circumstances behind the withdrawal, but it does rather sound as if a buyer had stepped in from behind the scenes. I just hope that it is not Tesco, hoping to open a Metro style shop in the building. On reflection I don't think this is very likely, as the giant Erith Morrison's is literally just around the corner. Mystery surrounds the status of the building at present; as soon as new details become available, I will post an update.

I am a civil libertarian; I do however like to see people obey rules. This does not contradict my personal philosophy of “do what you like, just as long as it does not harm others”. Most rules and laws are put in place primarily to prevent harm to others (okay, there are a lot of exceptions to this, and many barmy laws, but the principle is there). What I find difficult to have understand or accept is the ruling that it is illegal to smoke tobacco or drink alcohol on public transport, or at train stations, including the open air parts of the buildings. OK. The law is there, but it is just not enforced. Daily I see people smoking on the platforms of railway stations, and I could not begin to count the number of people drinking strong lager whilst on the bus or train. If you enact a law, you should enforce it. If you cannot or will not enforce the law, it is worthless and should be repealed. As a non smoker, I find cigarette smoke repulsive, and have found the smoking ban to be a boon; having said that, I feel that a balance needs to be made to avoid alienating smokers (who, after all seem to have a well developed sense of civic duty – contributing heavily to the Exchequer, and then being so considerate as to die early and avoid bed blocking in a hospital or nursing home). As for drinking on buses and trains - there is a paradox. It is technically illegal, yet if you travel on a Virgin Pendolino train within the boundaries of Greater London, their hostess trollies sell cans of lager and cider.

Walking through Bexleyheath town centre yesterday, I noticed that the long gestation of the Caribbean Kitchen has finally ended, and the venue has finally opened. I was sceptical that it would ever open – beset as it has with delays and vandalism. It is apparent that the venture is being run on a shoestring. When I sauntered past the place late on Saturday morning, the venue was empty save for a lone woman behind the bar, polishing glasses. The Caribbean Kitchen serves Afro Caribbean dishes based on BBQ chicken, rice and vegetables. Directly opposite their enterprise is a brand new Nando's with a slick, tasteful restaurant serving Afro style grilled chicken, rice and vegetables. Whilst I normally always support independent local businesses, I think that only one of these places will be open in six months – and I don't see the Nando's closing. At 11.30am it was already nearly half full of diners. I don't think the backers of the Caribbean Kitchen have done much in the way of market research. It is a pity, but it is already dead on its' feet.


Erith is undergoing a bit of a siege by con merchants, swindlers and fraudsters. The guy featured in the CCTV photo above knocked on my front door on Thursday evening, posing as a deaf door to door salesman, hawking poor quality art prints. None of the charities who campaign for the deaf condone or support such actions - which are carried out by hearing people masquerading as being deaf. After I slammed the door in his face, I re - opened it as he walked back up the garden path. With his back to me, I whistled - immediately he turned around to look at me. His fraudulent game was up. You can see more about the issue on the Erith Watch website here.

A new small business has opened in Belmont Road, Northumberland Heath. It is an independent specialist sweet shop called Candelicious. Their website is very professionally produced, and although I doubt I will ever be a customer (I don't eat any kind of sweet other than the very occasional sugar free mint) I sincerely wish them well. You can visit their website by clicking here.

Did you know work carried out in Erith was vital to the Allied victory in World War II? PLUTO (Pipeline Under The Ocean) was primarily constructed at Callendar's Cables (later BICC) in Erith. Much of the construction work on the Mulberry Harbours was also carried out on the River Thames between Lower Belvedere and Erith. Few locally are aware of this, even though Mulberry Way was so named because of the proximity of the road to the historic construction site.


The Bexley Times are reporting that FORGE have upped their campaign to preserve Erith Riverside Gardens, and have co-opted local MP Teresa Pearce to support them. As I have previously written, the Riverside Gardens are just about the best part of Erith, and are the only place in the entire London Borough of Bexley where the public can gain access to the River Thames. The whole concept of a developer wishing to build unwanted and unnecessary tower blocks on the site is an anathema to me and pretty much every person I have spoken to on the subject. I think any Councillor or Politician who was seen to back a development on the site of the Gardens would find themselves voted out of office pretty sharpish. I know that Teresa Pearce is very keen to support FORGE and to oppose the architectural vandalism proposed and apparently supported by Bexley Council.

There are rare times when the Sandwich almost writes itself, and this is one of those. You may recall that I recounted a cautionary tale of my time on board the Radio Caroline ship, the M.V Ross Revenge a couple of weeks ago. I recalled the time I had to cover for the then Breakfast DJ Rico, who on one occasion was over half an hour late for his programme due to his inability to get out of bed. You can read the original account here. Yesterday I received a rather unexpected blog comment from the man Rico himself:-

Hugh you knob, you were an anorak, a fan, not a presenter, thats why you got the late slot so less people would hear you. Don't try and big yourself up now, too many people who were there have computers too.
See you around
Rico the pillock 

Bearing in mind the events that I wryly reported happened almost twenty one years ago, I would have expected from Rico a friendly "yes, I was a bit of an arse back then - we all were; we were no more than kids who did not know any better" or something similar. I am positive I was an equal plank in other ways - it is part of growing up. A lot of time has passed, and most of us have learned and grown in the intervening years. We are a lot older and hopefully wiser. Or not, as it turns out in Rico's case. It is as if the matter only happened last week, from the content of his posting. The reply I got from him has been published in the spirit of free speech and open debate. Now you have read his response, I will now conduct an item by item deconstruction of it (Rico - deconstruction means pulling apart in order to critique - I know it is rather a long word for you; it must be difficult having a sense of self worth that is inversely proportional to your intellect - but please bear with me - all will become clear).

1) Hugh you knob, you were an anorak, a fan, not a presenter - True. I was an anorak through and through, as were about 80% of all the people involved in Caroline at the time. Who else would put up with the long hours, strenuous work, rough seas and hardship for the thrill of presenting free radio to the UK and Europe? I understand that you as a "professional" (as in swanning around, not lending a hand with day to day tasks, not taking your turn presenting the money making religious programmes that we all equally hated, but paid for the fuel to keep the generators running, and generally acting as though you were in some way superior). Not a presenter? Were you trained in radio presentation by John Toogood, the most senior producer in BBC radio during the 1980's, and the man responsible for turning Terry Wogan into the most successful radio presenter in British broadcasting history? I was. Did you have formal technical training as a broadcast engineer / audio editor at the BBC? I did. Prior to Caroline had you any experience of international radio? I had a weekly programme syndicated on BFBS in the late 80's. It was transmitted to the UK, Germany, Cyprus, Belize and Hong Kong. Did you? Spinning a few disks in a seedy Benfleet nightclub hardly counts for much now, does it?

2) thats why you got the late slot so less people would hear you. Wrong on multiple accounts; understandably so, as you were not privy to much that was going on behind the scenes, as you were merely a "hired hand". The first time you met me, you assumed I was a "newbie", when in fact I had already been involved with the organisation for a couple of years as part of the operational support team, organising tender runs and such like. My principal reason for being on the ship at that time was that I was tasked with co - ordinating the repainting and refurbishment of the exterior. I along with a small group, including Captain Colin of the Phylgela had secured commercial sponsorship from a large commercial contract painting and decorating company - they donated several thousand pounds worth of marine quality rust remover, primer and two pack paint in a number of colours. You may recall a slightly scruffy, balding chap with a walrus moustache who made several visits to the ship - that was John, the CEO of the company, and a multi millionaire. My primary job was to see this valuable material was put to good use. It was agreed from the outset that I would do a night time show, sleep in the early morning then spend the rest of the long daylight hours getting the ship redecorated. Secondly, you really don't understand anything about R.F propagation on Medium Wave. As a Radio Amateur with an advanced class licence, and an inductee into the RSGB, let me explain: For medium wave, the most obvious factor for good long distance reception is the time of day. The D Layer of the ionosphere almost always absorbs medium wave radio signals during the daylight hours. As a result, nearly all medium wave signals received during daylight hours will arrive by ground wave propagation, rather than by sky waves refracted off of the ionosphere. Ground wave propagation makes reception of signals past a few hundred miles away unusual during the day. At night, however, the ionosphere tends to refract these medium wave signals, making it possible for radio stations to be heard at much greater distances. When conditions are just right, you might hear stations as far away as Australia, America, and Asia. This is why you received letters from listeners in Croydon and Southend, and I received letters from listeners in Damascus, Dortmund and Stockholm. I am still in regular contact with one such listener, all these years later, so I must have made a good impression, for all of your bluster. Granted, you were an excellent breakfast DJ - personally I would not have wanted that slot, as my style of presentation was rather more relaxed and considered, more suited to a late night album format than your up tempo approach.

3) Don't try and big yourself up now, too many people who were there have computers too. True, and some of them read this blog on a regular basis. Let's see what they say shall we? There is a classic rule in the management of any kind of conflict - "don't play to your opponents' strengths". You would do well to learn from that.

Enough already. I am sure that I have bored many with the discourse above, so back to the usual business. The space shuttle Atlantis is currently in space undertaking the 135th and final orbital voyage of the space shuttle fleet. The remaining shuttles are being pensioned off to museums and educational establishments. It is a sad day for space flight. The shuttle design was fundamentally flawed, but nevertheless it was a jaw dropping piece of engineering. It will be a long time before we see anything to surpass it. The video below has been put together by an enthusiast. It features a recent launch of the shuttle Discovery, accompanied by one of my favourite pieces of music "Countdown" by Rush.



Sunday, June 26, 2011

The Inebriati.


The photo above shows the view along West Street towards Erith Town Centre; on the right you can see part of what used to be the Trafalgar pub, which was converted into flats about ten years ago. I recall visiting it on a couple of occasions before it closed down - it was rough. I hate seeing pubs turned into accommodation  but there are some times when there is no logical argument to keep going - and I think the Trafalgar was a case in point.

I have encountered the shell suited individual that I wrote about last week, a further two times this week.  Both times he was toting an outsized can of electric soup, and curiously was mounted on an ancient bicycle of indeterminate parentage, and accompanied by a vicious looking Staffie / Pit Bull type fighting monstrosity, which appeared to be little more than a collection of huge pointy teeth supported by four over muscled legs on a lead. The dog acted as the motive power, to pull both the bike and heavily sozzled chav wobbily along. Every time I see him, he's consuming gargantuan quantities of canned beverage that would be more appropriately classified as industrial cleaner, rather than anything one would wish to consume. I reckon when he turns up his toes (which I don't think will be too long in the future, if he keeps up his current lifestyle), if cremated he would go up like a Roman Candle, and probably take a week to put out. Conspiracy theorists have thought for decades that the world's political and economic directions are controlled my a shady cabal of financiers, religious leaders and politicians in a secret society called the Illuminati. If this is true, then the Happy Shopper version of that dreaded secret society must also exist in Erith. I have now formed the opinion that he's a senior mover and shaker in the shady secret cabal that actually run Erith - the Inebriati.


I have had a couple of items of feedback regarding the Maggot Sandwich - the most common of these being that people are occasionally  seeing two identical copies of some embedded videos. I have got to the bottom of this now; the entries display correctly in all "full fat" web browsers (Opera / Chrome / Konqueror / Firefox / Safari / IE) but there are occasional display errors on phone based browsers. Blogger does not formally support specific smart phone browsers such as Palm WebOS, or the Android platform. This seems to be where the problem lies. You may find errors when viewing on mobile devices. Unfortunately there is not a bundle I can do about this, other than log a support call with Blogger - which I have already done.

Further to my recent comments about the perilous state of the surface of Manor Road in Erith, I have now made formal representations to Bexley Council about the rapidly disintegrating road surface. Surprisingly, the day after I sent my Email, I received a personal message from a member of the highways team, assuring me that a Council Surveyor would be investigating the matter within a week of my original enquiry. I await to see the outcome with interest, and will report back accordingly.

The 2011 Chap Olympiad is almost upon us. Do consult the video below, which will give you a flavour of the event in previous years. It takes place on Saturday July 16th in Bloomsbury Square, London. You can read further details about the event by clicking here.



Erith Yacht Club have been carrying out a recruiting drive in Morrison's this week; I don't know how many new members they expect to sign up, as Erith is not exactly the kind of place where the locals take to the water. In years gone past you would only have found a local with a boat if they had won it as a prize on 3-2-1. I tried to join the club some years ago, when I took my Marine VHF radio licence examination there. They had (and for all I know still do) a rule that to be a member you have to own a yacht - no associate members are permitted, which I felt and still feel is rather short sighted, when you could recruit some willing volunteers to help out at events and to provide a general spare set of hands around the place. They do seem to be doing more to interact with the local community than before - it was always quite an insular group. I suppose that in order to justify the huge amount of money that has been donated to the club by various organisations, they have to offer something in return to the community.

Below are a couple of photos I have resurrected from the Pewty Acres archives; they were taken by Nick Jackson, and show me running my afternoon show on Radio Caroline back in May 1990. I only had this broadcasting slot for around a month. Thankfully I was soon moved to the midnight to 6am slot - which was far more to my taste, as it was far less formatted and controlled. Overnight I could pretty much play what I liked, and I concentrated on longer album tracks. I would feature a bands' more challenging and involved pieces that otherwise would be overlooked on mainstream stations. From the extensive and appreciative feedback I got from listeners, they certainly seemed to value the show - I got tons of positive feedback, letters and postcards from all all around the UK and mainland Europe. It was a long slot, and I also had to wake up the breakfast show DJ in plenty of time for him to take over. For much of the time this was an individual called Rico - a very popular on air personality with the listeners, but a total self obsessed pillock in person. He had an ego bigger than the ship, and was deeply in love with himself. One morning he could not get out of bed, so I covered for the first half hour of his show, explaining to the listeners that Rico was having trouble getting his ego through the studio door, and in the meantime I regaled the audience with tracks like "There's no-one quite like Grandma" by the St Winnifred's School Choir, "Deck of Cards by Wink Martindale, and The Wombling Song. Strangely enough I did not get told off by the office, and the self important tosser Rico was never late on air again.



I have been listening to 24/7 free radio station Laser Hot Hits quite a bit recently. You can visit their website here to listen online, or to find details of their frequencies and broadcast schedule. They play a wide variety of styles of music, with something pretty much assured to appeal to everyone. Do give them a try.

Don't forget that you can view my photo albums online via my Flickr account by clicking here. I would be interested in your opinions and feedback.

I commented last week on the sartorial faux pas made by some banker types near my office in Canary Wharf. The wearing of shorts in public, whilst not participating in sport is really just not on  it is the first slippery step in the downward spiral to chavness. You will find an instructive video clip below, featuring top Savile Row bespoke tailors Henry Poole & Co. They illustrate the correct art of dress for the contemporary person about town.


Now that the weather is finally improving, I have been noticing how many people are lathering themselves in fake tan. It is utterly stomach turning. I came out of Morrison's yesterday afternoon to see a young woman in her early 20's looking more akin to the colour of a piece of furniture - she was an orangey brown colour more often seen when coming from an open tin of Ronseal. Her entire skin seemed to be an utterly unreal, almost cartoonish hue - with the addition of around half a kilo of foundation slapped on her face, she looked like she had been bobbing for chips in a deep fat fryer. Horrid.

You can view the local real time weather situation for Erith by viewing the Erith weather station website here. Thanks to Bob G4MHJ.

The Maggot Sandwich now has had just a little over 35,000 unique and individual page views. These come from all around the world; mainly from Commonwealth countries, but also from pretty much everywhere - I am just waiting for my first hit from North Korea, but I am not holding my breath. Most of these visits are anonymous, but I can happily publicise one regular reader from the other side of the World - felicitations go out to Maggot Sandwich regular Siva, who lives and works in Banglaore, India. He's a guru in IT server virtualisation and all sorts of techie dark arts - he's been reading the blog, and making the occasional comment for some time now.


If you are a Maggot Sandwich reader and would like to be featured, please drop me a line, and I am sure that something suitable can be arranged.

There has been some discussion in the local press of late about the situation regarding Dartford; the general opinion is that the town is in a state of degeneration. The reasoning behind this is that the Bluewater and to a lesser extent the Lakeside shopping centres have sapped the customer traffic from Dartford Town Centre. I think that there is a level of resignedness that needs to be overcome in order to revamp and reinvigorate the powers that be; Dartford is not dead and buried, it currently just smells that way - dedication and effort can bring it back to where it should be, as the first county town in Kent - the initial place of note that one encounters when travelling from London.

The final video below is a graduation piece by a group of budding French CGI artists - it is an outstanding piece of work - they should be justifiably proud of the results of their efforts. Do make sure you expand the video to full screen to get the full cinematic effect. Have a watch, and post a comment below.