Friday 29 January 2021

The Seven Jestures: how to gain your Fool's Charter

 



Further to friend Wamba from Ivanhoe, the clown, the Fool and the jester have had a chequered history in art and literature. In the days when monarchs actually ruled, the court jester played - literally - a significant role in the decision making of his overlord. The jester dressed traditionally in bright colours. He had at his command a store of rhymed wit and the ability to perform. Through singing, dancing and clowning around, he knocked upon the modes of thought of his 'superiors'. He had the ability to lighten any occasion with a chance remark, pave the way towards solving thorny problems and blow old ways of thinking out of the box. From that point of view, who would not be a jester? I say that we are all jesters - and ready to receive the following "jestures".

First, don't forget your jester's hat. I mean this quite literally. What you carry on top of your head has a profound effect on the way that people see you. It is not for nothing that the judge wears a wig, the don wears a mortarboard and the official wears a peaked hat.

Second, wear rose-coloured, jester spectacles. When faced with a problem, remember the old adage "Two men looked out through prison bars. One saw mud, the other saw stars." If you have a fridge busting with food, throw a party, coffee-morning, beer-bash, whatever. Dub it a business-networking event - and you never know who might turn up.

Third, turn your jester's coat routinely. In other words, don't be afraid to switch your point of view, either literally or metaphorically. If you get into a disagreement, try to see what really happened. Maybe you were lazy, indifferent or under-performing in some other way, on the project.

Fourth: always carry your marotte, the baton or stick with the carved effigy of the jester speared on the end. The origin of the marotte is uncertain, but historians believed that it lampooned the Emperor's sceptre, the magician's wand, and so on. Your marotte can be a mascot, calling card or business card. Use whatever works for you, and make it memorable.

Fifth, remember the power of words. Words are the ultimate weapon, and it is not for nothing that 'word' is just one letter short of 'sword'. Always have a good dictionary within reach. Learn a new word every day, and use it. Join a poetry class. Identify a playwright and plough through his or her entire output. It is time-consuming but possible - mine is Shakespeare. Record and learn quotes and anecdotes. Your erudition will wow everyone.

Sixth, be aware of timing. Know when to speak and when to stay silent. A funeral is not a good place to crack a joke about the deceased. You do not plonk a cream gateau in front of a friend who is earnestly trying to lose weight.

Finally, learn a sense of humour. The true Fool knows the difference between humour, and bigotry and ignorance. Above all, learn to laugh at yourself. So, with your jester's coat, glasses and cap, your marotte and extraordinary command of words, your impeccable sense of timing and sophisticated sense of humour, you are ready to receive the Fool's Charter. I leave the final words to William Shakespeare's Fool, the fictional jester from King Lear: "Have more than thou showest, Speak less than thou knowest, Lend less than thou owest....

Saturday 16 January 2021

Soft shoe shuffle.....

 


Like the majority of people, I wish this pandemic was not happening. I wish that life would revert to a type of normal, at least. Like Priya Elan, fashion editor of the Guardian, I am fishing for fragments of treasure amongst the ruins. Mr Elan asserts that one good effect of not having to dash about office corridors all day is the re-discovery and recovery of those most basic of elements to human well-being, namely, our two feet. Recovery from corns and calluses, aches and pains. He goes on to extol the virtue of the Big Softies, such as Uggs, Birkenstocks, Crocs.....and I want to add my voice to his in the form of my box-fresh Ecco shoes (pictured), made of Nubuck, flexible, sturdy, insoled and bespeaking quality in that way that Ecco always does. Retailing at £90 and available in red, black, white....and you can order a pair by post....what's not to love? Happy New Year everyone.....

https://www.theguardian.com/fashion/2021/jan/15/how-to-wear-ugly-shoes




Tuesday 5 January 2021

Ivanhoe and I......

 



Oh, what a miserable winter! What terrible chaos that this horrible virus has thrown our world into. All we survivors can do is behave with decorum and responsibility until it is over. Like many people, I am taking the opportunity to catch up on books that I have never before ventured into, you know, those volumes that you thought you had read because you had caught a passing movie or television series – or you had heard a few instances of discussed by friends somewhere, sometime. Thus it was with Ivanhoe and I, Sir Walter Scott’s glorious medieval romance cum political thriller, imbued with real historical characters such as King John, and the mythical Robin Hood. Now, our relationship is burgeoning. Filled with dashing knights and comely maidens, jousting and espionage staged across forest, field and mountain, inside stately banqueting hall and humble cottage - what's not to love? And the drama cuts a swathe through society, from grand Saxon and Norman lords to Gurth, the humble swineherd and, in finest medieval tradition, Wamba the jester. With its swashbuckling action and colourful romance, this deck of cards cum chessboard saga is the ideal read for these long, dark nights and storm-tossed days - and I haven’t even finished it yet. Avaunt to Amazon, right away….

Sunday 3 January 2021

The year ahead...

                                                         

                                                      


                                                         By frost and sleet, and ice and snow

The month of January we know.

In February the days grow longer

The year is young and ever stronger.

March is dressed in palest green

While round the house, the winds do keen.

The month of April brings forth flowers

That drink a-plenty rain from showers.

By May’s brave month the battle’s won

Winter over and summer begun.

Roses bloom in hot, bright June

By day the sun, by night the moon.

July and it grows hotter still

The countryside, the stream, the mill. 

In August is the harvest there

The sheaf of wheat in field, at fair. 

September is a month of mellow

Of apples red and pears so yellow. 

October and the leaves are falling

With bonfires crackling, winter calling.

November is a month of gloom

As shorter, darker days do loom. 

But December will be ever jolly

With the Christ Child’s birth, and gifts, and holly.