Sunday saw me suffering agonies of withdrawal. Yes! A severe lack of folk music jamming sessions for days, seemed like weeks.
I was trembling with desire to lash my flute to my lips, form a perfect embouchure and wreck someone else's carefully executed reel or jig.
My soprano sax was practically climbing out of it's case yelling 'play me or I'm finding a new home'!
A North Devon local newspaper pointed to an Open Jam session at the Coach and Horses pub, Appledore so I climbed into my aged Ford Escort, pressed the accelerator to the floor and minutes later was wending my way across the windy and rain swept summer countryside of Exmoor.
As I swept through the narrow lanes of North Devon past a stone chippings quarry, I saw a car on the other side of the road pull over to let the car behind pass.
'What great driving', I thought happily. It's something I've been doing for years. If a faster driver comes up behind you on these windy country roads then it makes sense to help them avoid a dangerous overtaking manouevre by pulling over to let them pass. It's good sense and is catching on, which is good news.
Bideford came into view with it's fabulous Torridge Bridge. Wow that's scary! Here's a picture
Now the years I've spent trying to earn an online living (silly idea wasn't it!) hunched maniacally over my keyboard in the (almost) smallest room of the house has left me decidedly agoraphobic. So the soaring heights of the Torridge Bridge are pretty challenging. (Well it's a diversion from worrying about my mid-life crisis!)
The approach to the bridge was pretty threatening, too, . 'SLOW DOWN' screamed the sign. Slow down? I was just thinking of stopping and going back to the safety of West Somerset.
Gritting my teeth, telling myself I had nerves of steel and using stress reduction Tantric breathing techniques, I pressed on.
The bridge has a 40 mph speed limit. Silly idea! How are you supposed to check how fast you're going ... when you've got your eyes shut!
A right turn at the roundabout just beyond the Torridge Bridge soon had me entering the old shipbuilding town of Appledore looking for the Coach and Horses.
Normally, I reckon I can sniff out the important pubs of any town just by following my bulbous nose. It's just something I'm genetically programmed to do but Appledore was different.
After driving slowly up and down the harbour front a few times with no success except probably to make a young lady in a solitary ice cream van nervous, I had to admit defeat. There was no Coach and Horses in sight.
I stopped and a very nice lady with two little dogs (also very nice) told me where to find the Coach and Horses.
"It's over there, she said pointing down a mass of jumbled together houses and streets.
"But the streets are so tiny I'd doubt you'll get a car down them, let alone park."
Fortunately, there were lots of spaces in the wind swept car park on the sea front and, after 6pm, parking was free.
Me a scrooge? Nonsense! It's just that free parking gives me a nice warm feeling ... I expect everybody feels the same.
All the big superstores know that people hate paying for parking that's why their parking is free. So why do local Councils, on the other hand, rack up the parking charges as fast as they can in the interests of balancing their expense account budgets and then wonder why all the small shops and businesses close down?
Furthermore, why is it that as soon as anyone gets into local or national government, they seem to stop knowing what the ordinary people who've put them in power actually want?
Just about everywhere in Appledore at the moment there are signs saying 'SAVE OUR LIBRARY!' If local government councillors were talking to their constituents, surely they'd know local reaction to trying to close down this obviously cared for amenity.
A quick look online reveals local community organisations are very busy trying to come up with innovative solutions to keep their library open. But why can't the Councils come up with these ideas? Why is it left to voluntary community groups? After all, the Councils have huge budgets and rather well paid officials.
Once people are elected, they just don't seem to want to talk to scruffy old ordinary people. Try sending a letter or an email to your local Member of Parliament or Local Government Councillor. I've tried both over many years and never got a reply yet.
The leader of our local Chamber of Commerce wrote to every ruling majority Councillor in our District Council asking for their justification for a particular policy and only received one reply. The reply said that they couldn't answer his question because this particular Councillor was on a committee that was involved with the decision.
Why is it that when I surf for local sites relating to a place I am visiting, I don't encounter loads of discussion forums and blogs run by local Councillors or Members of Parliament? I even wrote to my local MP and suggested he should have a discussion forum on his site. Unsurprisingly, I didn't get a reply.
Of course, we could vote them out. But, strangely, when it comes around to election time, people seem to vote by party and the same old people get back in. Then, guess what, they seem to move to a rarefied place in a different dimension beyond any communication with the ordinary people they are supposed to represent.
But I was in Appledore to make some magic music so I firmly dismissed such depressing thoughts from my tune starved mind and headed with growing excitement down the twisty, windy, microscopic streets in search of the Coach and Horses.
(Hey maybe our elected representatives are really trying to look after us as best they can!)
The pub was wonderful. It had old beams and polished wood everywhere. You could imagine the old sea dogs leaning on the bar and sucking on clay pipes as they told stories of storms and sea shanties.
The proprietor was very nice but also very apologetic.
There was no music Sunday evening any more. There had been a problem with licensing laws under the new entertainment legislation which had caused the session to be dropped. The licensing had at last been sorted out but the well attended evening jam session was now on Wednesday.
I understood. The publican seemed a very nice person and our local live music sessions around Exmoor and West Somerset have had lots of problems with this new Act. Nobody seems to know the rules and the pubs are finding it cheaper to install electronic karaoke machines which people can sing along to than to pay the expensive licensing fee that enables them to have live musicians.
Tony Blair you are supposed to be a musician. Why are you trying to make it so difficult for us? All we want to do is play a few tunes!
Why is the greatest desire of elected Members of Parliament (MPs) to pass more legislation? We, the ordinary people hate legislation! It causes us loads of problems. We can't keep up with it. We have to employ lawyers and accountants to protect us from legislation. It drives us nuts and we hate it.
So why are elected representatives so keen to pass yet more hurting, harmful, inconvenient legislation? Most legislation has unwanted results and it always hurts some innocent person.
Someone asked me a riddle.
"How do you make Parliament 100% more efficient?"
"I don't know," I replied.
"Close it for six months of the year!" (Riotous applause!)
More laws means more people in prison and the cost per person is huge - way higher than the average UK wage. So paying them to be good would be cheaper!
Why don't we send MPs to Parliament to get rid of laws? This would be a hugely better job for them to do. They would have to campaign on the laws they are going to remove and we would judge their success by counting the laws that they got repealed.
Utopia? I think not. The vast majority of women who are in prison are there directly or indirectly because they have drugs problems. While they are in prison, their children are busy collecting ASBOs and preparing for the same life as their parents. Isn't it massively more sensible to deal with their drugs problem than sticking them back in prison at enormous cost to the taxpayer.
It's time that the whole industry of representation is seen as 'social architecture' rather than just 'law passing'. Admittedly, it is a lot more difficult. But then the people we send to Parliament cost in the region of £100,000 a year and we should expect the best brains for such a large sum of money. We should expect creativity, inspiration and communication.
But maybe the creative ones are in the pubs listening to the karaoke machines and wishing they could play a tune!
Appledore looks a nice place with nice people. I'll be back next Wednesday!
And I'll be sure to record my adventures here!
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