Remember Remember November 6, 2009
Posted by Chuffing Hog in Uncategorized.Tags: 5th November, Fireworks, Guy Fawkes Night
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…the fifth of November
Gunpower treason and plot
Just listen to the silence. It’s over for another year, although this year seems to have been marked by far fewer huge explsions.
Over the past few years, the weeks leading up to the 5th November have been marked by evening after evening of loud bangs as fireworks were being let off all around our neighbourhood. I would guess that a similar nightmare has been endured by people all over the UK.
For the benefit of any non-UK readers of this, the story of Guy Fawkes can be found here.
I’m not sure why we even celebrate an assasination attempt on the monarch and parliament, although I have some sympathy with the view that Guy Fawkes may have been the last person to enter Parliament with a completely clear motivation.
Anyway, this year the build-up to the day was far quieter than usual, with a few bangs and flashes overa couple evenings earlier this week, but very little in the preceding weeks. Perhaps the publicity campaigns are getting through? Maybe a clampdown on sales of fireworks could be helping? However, I suspect that the underlying reason for our cats not having been on edge, the neighbours’ baby having slept (well, a little) and us not feeling like surviors of a minor war could be the recession. After all, who can afford to send lots of money up in smoke these days?
Ride Safe
Dave
I Told You So November 4, 2009
Posted by Chuffing Hog in Uncategorized.Tags: Hospital, Waiting Times
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OK, I arrived at the hospital bang on time at 9:30. I was called to have my blood test within a few minutes and then I returned to the waiting area.
And waited.
And waited.
Yes, for exactly one hour. To be fair, the receptionist did announce to the crowded waiting area that the clinic was running 45 minutes late. However, that doesn’t take away the arrogance of the medical profession in assuming that their time is so much more valuable than mine.
Then I could go on about the chairs! Talk about numb bum syndrome.
My other appointment was with a nurse at our GP’s surgery. I am delighted to report that I arrived slightly early and was called in bang on time.
So, Nottingham City Hospital – Nil, Rise Park Surgery – One.
Ride safe
Dave
Doctor Doctor, Please November 3, 2009
Posted by Chuffing Hog in Uncategorized.Tags: Blood, Diabetes, Doctors, Hospital, Waiting Times
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Ah! The latest in what just might be a string of posts using song lyrics. (This one is from UFO’s 70s rock anthem “Doctor Doctor”)
I’m keeping the NHS in work this morning with not one but two separate appointments with medical professionals. This morning I’ll be at hospital for my third visit to Haematology.
It seems that my bone marrow produces too many platelets, this makes my blood too thick and probably was the cause of my TIA back in the summer. I’m not really surprised that my blood is thick, it’s just like the rest of me.
Then at 4pm it’s my annual diabetes check up with the scary nurse from the doctors’ surgery. Actually she’s only scary because she manages to tell me I eat too many biscuits in a really nice way. I refuse to acknowledge that I’m overweight, though. I always insist that I’m under height for my weight. Mind, the ideal height for my weight is probably about 11 feet tall.
I would expect that I’ll be kept waiting beyond my appointment time for both of these visits. This is one thing that always bugs me about almost every health appointment, whether at the GP surgery, the dentist or hospital. It seems that, as patients, we have unwittingly bought into the idea that these very busy, important health professionals are so busy that they will fit us in to suit them. Well, I’m also busy and my time is the most valuable thing I have and as I get older, I’ve got less of it to be wasted by other people. Every time I arrive – on time, I get a barrier worker (sorry, receptionist) telling me to take a seat. Normally I spend more time in her (and just why receptionists are almost always female?) company than I do in the company of the person that I actually came to see.
Anyway, I am having the day off work, so maybe that waiting time won’t be quite so precious, especially if it’s an alternative to daytime TV.
Ride Safe
Dave
Get Thee Behind Me Santa November 2, 2009
Posted by Chuffing Hog in Uncategorized.Tags: Christmas, Commercialisation of Christmas, Santa
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For heaven’s sake. It’s the second of November.
Why do we have to have Christmas adverts on the TV (for the past two or three weeks already)? Why are the decorations up in town and city centres? Why are shops full of cards and presents?
OK, I know why. It’s the commercialisation of the season which is already beyond redemption. Personally, the Christmas season starts for me sometime in the middle of next month when I will get stuck into mince pies with all the enthusiasm you would expect.
I hope that you will go along with me here, after all, I am Santa.
Ride Safe
Dave
A new look for Chuffing Hog November 1, 2009
Posted by Chuffing Hog in Uncategorized.Tags: Blog, Blog Theme, New Look
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Relax, I’ve not shaved off the beard or had a haircut, I’ve changed the look of this blog. If you’re anything like a regular here, you might even have noticed this already.
After many months of a very lightly customised default WordPress theme, I’ve decided to have a change of look for Chuffinghog. I have also dropped the increasingly inaccurate Tagline about Motorbikes and Steam Trains as neither are featured very often.
Please let me know what (if anything) you think of the new look. You never know, the new look might also inspire me to write something here a bit more often.
Ride Safe
Dave
Gareth and Emma’s Wedding August 2, 2009
Posted by Chuffing Hog in Uncategorized.Tags: Disco, Family, Guests, Life, Wedding
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In fact he asked if we would be willing to do the disco for their wedding. Willing! I was absolutely delighted to have been asked. I really felt that it was an honour to have been asked.
This conversation must have been at least a year ago and the wedding was always a long way into the future. However, the date did have some impact on our plans. Before we became the victims of a successful campaign by a few members of the Sherwood Chapter of the Harley Owners group, we realised that we would not be able to attend the weekend of drunkenness that passes for their rally. Not that this would have mattered to us, but I am at risk of digression into old wounds and that’s a story that has already been told.
As July approached, we discussed music with the bride and groom and found out a little about their music tastes (Gareth is into Kings of Leon and also uptempo house, while Emma is a huge fan of Take That.) We also compiled a CD for the wedding ceremony itself which included the traditional Wagner Wedding March, better known as “Here Comes The Bride”, a superb mix from Take That’s “Rule The World” to Shania Twain’s “From This Moment” which was to be played while they were signing the register and posing for photographs at that point, and their unusual choice of exit music, “All You Need Is Love” by the Beatles.
I was most relieved that this CD worked perfectly on the day, but was a little disappointed that the person operating the CD player in the venue stopped the music just as Take That had mixed seamlessly to Shania Twain. However, I was probably one of only two or three people who noticed.
But, as usual, I have jumped out of any kind of logical sequence for this story.
The big day really started on the Friday before when several of us went over to Long Eaton to deliver the disco equipment to Trent lock Golf Centre, the venue for both the wedding and reception. It was then that we hit a small snag. They were expecting a few people, including both bride-to-be and groom-to-be to bring in table decorations and place names, but because they weren’t expecting a large pile of disco equipment, we couldn’t set up until the following day, but they allowed us to stack it in a corridor close to the dance floor area, but warned us several times to be careful of the newly decorated paintwork on the corridor walls.
So ended the build-up. Dear reader, you should breathe a sigh of relief that I spared you the reminiscence of shopping for my shirt and tie as part of this build up, but I make no apologies for this post capturing the memories of a a very proud dad, as we finally get to the big day, which can best be describedwith a few (hundred) well-chosen pictures, almost all taken by Sue.

Sue and Dave arrive at the wedding - Visual proof that I can scrub up quite well when the occasion demands it.
The morning rather dragged for me as we didn’t have to be at Trent Lock until 2pm. We arrived at the appointed hour and got into conversation with some other early guests and a very nervous bridegroom along with his best man and one of the ushers, my other two sons, Daniel and Matthew respectively.

Best Man Daniel, Bridegroom Gareth and Usher Matthew at Trent Lock before the ceremony
The ceremony itself took place upstairs in the Nicklaus Suite. Emma, naturally, looked beautiful and once the formal part was over, Gareth’s grin seemed to be fixed in place for the rest of the day and evening.

Emma and Gareth had only been married a few minutes
After the official photographs outside, it was time for the best meal I have ever tasted at a wedding. Sue captured this picture of the menu, which doesn’t do justice to the food or to the very good service from the venue staff.

After the speeches, all of which were sincere, funny in parts and far more real that some of the over-rehearsed and stage-managed presentations that we have seen at some weddings, we were amazed that we were singled out to receive some flowers from the bride and groom for our help in doing the disco. (Remember that they hadn’t heard us play at this point!) My mum was also given flowers for her skill and hard work in making the wedding cake, which was a work of art in itself.

Gareth and Emma's Wedding Cake - Made by my Mum
With the afternoon part of the proceedings over, it was time to swing into action and get the disco set up. Sue and I were helped by Daniel and Matthew and one or two of their friends and the rig was quickly assembled and the entertainment started. I was really pleased that there the dance floor filled up straight after the first dance (Bryan Adams – “Everything I Do”, with the long intro edited out) and stayed full all evening.
I made sure that I played Kings of Leon and plenty of Take That and from all the singing along and joining in, I am sure that most of the guests enjoyed the evening as much as I did. We did have a minor problem in that the after I had turned the volume of the music up to “disco” level, rather than “background” the lights were overwhelmed by the sound and their sound-to light function simply shut down. This was solved by Sue keeping one finger on the microphone at the back of one of lights for the rest of the night.
It’s great to realise that more than 40 years after I started playing records for people to dance to, that I can still keep a dance floor full and happy. It’s even more amazing that many of those dancers would be the sons and daughters of people that I entertained all those years ago.

- Gareth and Emma on the Dance Floor doing Cha Cha Slide
Sue took a LOT more photos, and if you want to see them let me know and we’ll find a way, but for now, I’ll just say:
Ride Safe
Dave
T.I.A. 16th July 2009 July 31, 2009
Posted by Chuffing Hog in Uncategorized.Tags: Flowers, Hospital, Life, Mini-Stroke, TIA, Work
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I had a Transient Ischaemic Attack, known for short as a TIA. To those of us without a medical background, it was a mini-stroke.
I had seen the advertising and the TV commercial promoting FAST, and had done enough first aid to recognise the signs of a stroke, so, yes, I was scared.
I was at work and sitting in front of my computer when I felt a numbness down my right arm and pins and needles in my right hand. This soon affected the right side of my face and then the right side of my lips went numb. My Volunteer Centre colleagues called Donna, the first aider down to see me and they quickly decided to take me to hospital in Burton-on-Trent.
Of course, I phoned Sue and told her not to worry and that there was no need to come straight over because I was OK. Clearly I wasn’t, but I really didn’t want to cause her any problems (she hadn’t been in her new job for very long, and I knew that she’d be busy, as well.) This later proved to be my biggest mistake, because she was worried all afternoon until I finally asked her to come over from Nottingham to Burton, at which point I was on the receiving end of what can best be described as “grief”.
Anyway, I am jumping ahead. I was loaded into Donna’s car and shipped off to the Accident and Emergency department at the hospital. After a very short wait, I was whisked in to the treatment area where I was quickly seen by various doctors and nursing staff. I had an ECG and a blood test and was made to lie down for the next couple of hours under regular observation. The numbness in my arm had gone off before we even arrived at the hospital, although my brain continued to tell me that there was something that I could not define wrong. There probably wasn’t anything physical.
Throughout this time, Donna stayed with me and just as she absolutely had to leave, Sue arrived after a second phone call asking her to come and fetch me. By this time, I had also had the news broken to me that I would not be allowed to drive for a month.
When my blood test came back from the lab, the doctor told me that my platelet countwas very high. It seems that these little cells are what causes blood to clot, so a large number of them is not good for someone at risk of a stroke, which I now am. The doctor wanted me to be referred straight to Haematology and part of the delay in being allowed to go home was waiting for the specialist to return a phone call.
Since I was in hospital in Burton, it was decided, with some input from me, that I should be followed up in Nottingham. So when I was eventually released from the hospital there, the doctor extracted a solemn promise that I would go and see my own doctor the following day.
I did this and was promptly referred to the City Hopital in Nottingham the day after.
Here, I underwent the same battery of tests that I had been through two days before, with the addition of a CT scan on my brain. I am relieved that they found one, but that there was nothing untoward on the scan.
It was fairly quickly decided that I had probably had a TIA, that my blood platelet count was high and my blood pressure was too high, especially for someone with diabetes. So after a wait for tablets to be delivered from the hospital pharmacy, I was allowed to go home with a revised tablet regime.
A week later I went to see my own GP and I was delighted that my blood pressure had dropped well into the recommended safe zone.
OK, I am still at risk of a stroke, but I am now at much less risk than I was before this warning shot. And I feel 100% now.
Not being allowed to drive bit is a bit of a nuisance, especially as it is more than 30 miles from home to work. The boss immediately agreed that I could work fom home, but I wanted to go in to see the team, so a compromise was reached. I would go on the train once a week and work at home on the other days. My home computer was quickly set up to access my work computer remotely and I booked my train ticket online. Sue went with me to Nottingham station for a Cross Country train direct to Burton-on-Trent where Donna met me to take me to Swadlincote. This was so smooth and easy and only took a few minutes more than my normal journey by road.
The day after I had returned to work, I was at home when there was a knock on the door at 7:30pm. Sue opened the door and called me over when I was presented with a massive bunch of flowers from my colleagues at South South Derbyshire CVS. I think that this was the only time in life that I have ever had flowers for me, (although we have had flowers jointly for Sue and me).

A very surprised and delighted ChuffingHog with his flowers
I also suggested that I change my holiday to cover two of the non-driving weeks, so as of now, I am on a fortnight;s holiday. I have no real idea what we are going to do with the time, but I’ll try and let you know.
I’ll also catch up on the wedding.
Ride Safe
(Even if I can’t ride at all at the moment)
Dave
A Cautionary Note For All Volunteer Managers June 8, 2009
Posted by Chuffing Hog in Uncategorized.Tags: Ageing Population, Volunteering
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A friend of mine, Aussie Volunteering guru Martin Cowling, was interviewed on Breakfast TV in New Zealand this morning about the potential problems that we are storing up as the population ages and as the people who volunteer age with them. His argument applies to us in the UK just as much as it does to New Zealand.
Through the magic of the interweb, you can see the interview here

- Martin Cowling on New Zealand TV
Ride Safe
Dave
