Tuesday, April 19, 2011

SPAM ... ALOT




Just back from a long weekend with my darling Dad in the UK. There aren't too many things that the Brits do better than the Irish, not even the cricket these days, but I just can't resist their cod, chips and mushy peas, home-made dairy ice-cream and delicious gut-lining steak and ale pie, which brings me nicely to SPAM. A tin of Spam lucheon meat was something of a luxury when we were growing up, but a veritable must for the blackened frying pan, alongside a battered pot of boiling new potatoes on the gas, during our annual camping holiday. That brings me to the other kind of inedible, intangible brand of SPAM!





Last Wednesday, the Gmail hierarchy advised me to change my password, as there had been some unusual activity on my account; someone from China apparently!?!? So, as a woman who frequently does as she's told ... I complied. However, when I tried to get into my blog some two hours later, I was horrified to discover that my blog had DISAPPEARED. I was absolutely HORRIFIED! All my blogs were gone! My poetry, my short stories, my political rants had vanished from the face of the earth. I felt utterly devastated, but yet foolish and somewhat shallow at the same time, that I should feel such a sense of loss. After all it was only a blog and no-one had died, but it was as if part of me had never really existed; that I had only dreamt those thoughts; those words. I spent five hours until the early hours of Thursday trying to sort it and for someone who is allergic to smallprint, I was nearly cracking up. I got onto a helpline website called NiteCruzer that seemed to be giving all sorts of invaluable help and advice to hundreds, if not thousands of fellow bloggers. There was 'A LOT ABOUT SPAM' and other mind-blowing jargon. I really don't understand the whole SPAM concept, only that some emails (quite often of a viagara-related orientation!) go into a file called SPAM.




Bevy of Beautiful Maidens - Spamalot the Musical

Suddenly they're talking about pornographic and unsuitable content, and I'm racking my brains as to what I might have written that could have rocked the establishment, apart from calling the Priests in Jesus Christ Superstar ...Bastards ... but did I? This felt like seeing the guards in the distance ahead, and running through the checklist of 'Is my insurance and tax up to date; shit my NCT is out of date; my back tyre is a wee bit threadbare!' I hardly slept that night and I was going to the UK the following evening, knowing full well that I hadn't any more time to spend on this. When I finished teaching in the Gaelscoil in Clonmel the following lunch-time, I dashed into an internet cafe to check-in online, because I was out of ink at home. Opening my emails, I spotted something from a follower of NiteCruzer, who said all was not lost, that my blog was there!





Not sure what to think and suspecting some kind of well-meant mistake, I typed in the URL address of my blog as I had done the previous night, and then, holding my breath, clicked onto the domain. Lo and behold, there it was! I was overjoyed and left for the UK later that evening, somehow settled and restored. I'm not at all certain how the situation rectified itself; whether my pleas on various sites, including NiteCruzer had been instrumental or whether it was down to the simple act of reverting back to my old password. I thought about my car again. I thought about how I just get into it every day and hope that it gets me from A to B; knowing absolutely nothing about its mechanics. I felt somewhat irresponsible ... a bit of a joke really!

And finally from SPAM to SPAMALOT the Monty Python musical spoof about King Arthur and the Holy Grail. Haven't seen it yet, but hope to later this year. Only recently saw their movie 'The Life of Brian' and found myself aching with laughter. Grew into the whole 'Cleese humour' relatively late in life. SPAMALOT would appear to be a piss-take off my very, very favourite musical, Camelot, which I sincerely hope to direct and produce one day in the not too distant future!



Guinevere (Vanessa Redgrave) and Lancelot (Franco Nero)

One of Limerick's most famous sons starred as King Arthur in the movie version and no-one sings 'How to Handle A Woman' quite like Richard Harris. Please check it out on the link below. What a performer! In fact, if you haven't watched the movie yet, or you are a fan of Tennyson's Idylls of King Arthur, then please DO watch it, it's quite stunning with powerhouse performances from Harris, Vanessa Redgrave and Franco Nero!



King Arthur (Richard Harris)


http://youtu.be/z7ZUibOUX28


Keeping my fingers crossed! Not unlike Richard Harris, I've made a pact with myself to learn how to handle my computer and my car a little better!



Ciao for now!

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