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Where should we go for our English holidays?

Ah! The British holiday.

Get it right and you’ll wonder why you spent so long in airport terminals, trying to hire foreign cars, trying to drive on the wrong side of the road and a host of other annoyances that plague the holiday abroad. They can often make the overall experience so stressful you wonder why you went in the first place. Life will be familiar, but ideally with enough new experiences to make it fun and rewarding.

Get it wrong and you’ll want to get to the sun in no time. Getting it wrong can mean so many things. Bad weather. Bad accommodation. Bad traffic (although sadly that can get you pretty much anywhere you go). Ot just a boring place.

At One Question HQ we’re left in no doubt of where we should spend our English breaks as KC is not only from Cornwall and proud of the fact, he also looks after three wonderful cottages on a web site called www.thecornishway.co.uk. We’ve all been there this year already on an office brain storming trip, and while we’re not keen to help the boss blow his trumpet, we do have to admit that the places are pretty special.

There’s no guarantee of good weather, but even if you have to stay in there’s plenty to keep you happy. Take a look.

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Where have all the sparrows gone?

When we’re all sat around the fire side (!) the boss tells us stories of years gone by, including his memory that there were once sparrows all over London, more common even than pigeons are today. He was banging on about being able to hold out food in your hand and having hundreds of the little fellows flock around you, landing on your hands.

That’s certainly not the case today. In Manchester we’ve kept up a two day vigil and seen a few blue tits, some magpies, and a whole load of club footed pigeons, but not a single sparrow.

Apparently their population has halved since the 70′s, but from our evidence it would seem that the decline is worse than that.

All sorts of factors are blamed, including modern housing being too well sealed to allow them in to nest, cats (always blame the cats we say), disappearing hedgerows, more birds of prey (in Manchester?) and that we don’t put out the right sort of seeds.

Whatever is happening we miss the little brown flecks flitting around and would like to help reverse their decline. We’re going to look for sparrow seed to put on our office window bird feeder.

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What’s Pancake Day all about then?

This year it’s on 21 February. Get your wrists ready for the big toss!

Shrove Tuesday is all about repentance (the serious bit) and eating (the fun bit).

Before the fasting folk would repent their sins in preparation for the 40 days of Lent, but then they’d eat all their foods that they would have to give up for Lent, especially meat, dairy products, and eggs. And somehow or other than became a feast of pancakes!

Olney in Bucks goes to town for Shrove Tuesday with pancake races that date back to the fourteen hundreds, and apparently they even pull off some sort of race against a town in the states, how cool is that?

The same day is called Mardis Gras in French speaking countries, literally Grease Tuesday (doesn’t sound quite as romantic does it?).

Enjoy yours with lemon juice and sugar, or go for it and try a crepe suzette!

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Too cold to snow?

Did your mother used to say it?

Too cold for snow?

Certainly many folk do. So now we want to de-bunk the myth.

Think of the poles, you know, that one at the top and that one at the bottom of the world. OK, the snow may be melting as mankind crashes headlong towards an oil fuelled destruction, but they are both covered in the stuff. How did that happen when they’re so cold?

We decided the old wives tale came from how the air feels so much colder when it’s very dry, and when it’s very dry it can’t snow. Makes sense.

But too cold to snow? Buncum!

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What is charm?

What a lovely question. We have been debating charm for some weeks and its importance in life.

Debating its importance and our view that its disappearing, being forced out.

We like to think of ourselves as modern folk in the One Question world, but folk with an eye on what can be learned from other times. I guess that’s demonstrated to a degree by our love of the term “folk”. And charm is up there with things we don’t want to loose.

We consider charm to be a very human thing, never necessary, but perfect when offered.

It’s challenged by the sleek, the efficient, the mass produced that looks great, but just lacks something, by the bean counters who demand standardised everything.

It’s offered up by the genuine smile, the crooked street, the craftsman.

Much of London has charm, little of Milton Keynes.

Internet banking destroys it, a face to face meeting with someone who cares may help to restore it.

We say bring on the charm, and walk that bit further to the independent coffee shop, and tell them why, lest they should forget their survival depends on something the big boys can’t offer.

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Where is it hardest to smoke?

Well I guess the obvious answer is under water, but I was thinking more of a wider location type thing, at a country level. This was prompted by Bobby’s fling with a Finnish guy recently. Sean and I snarled at that, we didn’t like the idea of one of our girls being whisked off by Johhny Foreigner, especially not a cool dude like Frid, bloody good looking and annoyingly likeable too.

Anyway, we poked around the subject of smoking with Frid while standing outside the Met on Burton Road enjoying a puff and decided that Finland could well be the hardest place to enjoy a light bit of carcinogenic inhalation. And it works, there are only 18% smokers in the country against a European average of 23%.

The government intend to ban smoking totally by 2040. But I wonder why they don’t just do it quicker?

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What’s a limey? And why are Brits so called at times?

It takes a long time for a nation to take on a nick name and even longer for it to loose it. We’ll look at Yanks sometime soon, but for now what about the Brits?

Rosbiefs the French often call us, not quite as incisive as Frogs I’d suggest.

And then there was Limeys. I don’t hear it anymore, except it was in a film the other night, an Aussie referring to his British mates as Limeys, so we needed to know why.

Apparently in was originally used for the British navy in the 18th century who were made to eat limes and other citrus fruits to help ward off scurvy. No other navy did this and so the term started way back when. What I’d like to know is whether or not it worked? It should have because the citrus would have helped restore their vitamin deficiency, but if it did then why didn’t the other navies follow suit?

We ought to look at the Aussie’s love of calling us Poms at some stage, though I remember from school days that it’s a hard one to get any consensus on.

Tommy is an interesting one too. Let’s hope we remember to come back to them all.

 

Sean.

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How far is it? Lands End to John O Groats

As the elder statesman of the office I have somehow been designated to write this post.

When I was a lad growing up in Cornwall I was obsessed by cycling, and in my early teens I got up several times at some ungodly hour in mid summer to cheers through some crazy cyclist attempting the end to end record.

Back then it was 876 miles that they rode, and the record is now a crazy 44 hours and 4 minutes by a fellow called Gethin Butler.

My use of “back then” above is relevant as the route keeps getting shorter. You can now do it by road in just 837 miles according to the AA routefinder, but it jumps to 916 if you avoid the motorways.

More interesting is the route around the coast. Imagine doing that with a ruler! And the great thing about it is that the smaller your ruler, then further the distance as you’ll be able to get into tighter gaps. The official number of miles around mainland Britain is 11,037. What a walk that would be.

I think we’ll save until next week the distance if you include the islands too. I’ll give you a clue though – it’s a heck of a lot further.

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