The Keystone Steam Bottling Company Ltd. has premises at 98 Lennox Street, Aston Manor, Birmingham from at least 1894 until 1920.
The registered design of the bottles used by the Box Hill Brewery was registered to George William Joel Allen, of the Keystone Steam Bottling Co., Birmingham
When I Was A Boy
Electric Light Orchestra
When I was a boy, I had a dream all about the things I’d like to be
Soon as I was in my bed, music played inside my head
When I was a boy, I had a dream
When I was a boy, I learned to play far into the night and drift away
Don’t want to work on the milk and the bread, I just want to play my guitar instead
When I was a boy, I had a dream
And radio waves kept me company
In those beautiful days when there was no money
When I was a boy, I had a dream
When I was a boy, I had a dream finding out what life could really mean
Don’t want a job cause it drives me crazy, just wanna sing, “Do you love me, baby?”
When I was a boy, I had a dream
And radio waves kept me company
In those beautiful days, when there was no money
When I was a boy, I had a dream
When I was a boy
The Snow Moon
The snow Moon ripped shreds of light through my blinds.
So bright I could not remain In my warm bed.
I’m just too nosey for my own good
I attempted to capture it’s brilliance
At first with difficulty from my room
Through the glass where the tight angles created a distorted view
It sat there quite low in the western sky
The moment got the better of me
And trying not to wake Sue I clawed at the back door key
Pulling back the curtain I stepped outside Just enough
just enough to bathe myself in its glow
Back in bed now
A slight smile and hopefully a little more sleep.
John bish 05.57 Saturday 27th February 2021
Dreamer
Ozzy Osbourne
Gazing through the window at the world outside
Wondering will mother earth survive
Hoping that mankind will stop abusing her
Sometime
After all, there’s only just the two of us
And here we are, still fighting for our lives
Watching all of history repeat itself
Time after time
I’m just a dreamer
I dream my life away
I’m just a dreamer
Who dreams of better days
I watch the sun go down like everyone of us
I’m hoping that the dawn will bring a sign
A better place for those who will come after us
This time
I’m just a dreamer
I dream my life away
Oh yeah
I’m just a dreamer
Who dreams of better days
Your higher power may be God or Jesus Christ
It doesn’t really matter much to me
Without each other’s help, there ain’t no hope for us
I’m living in a dream, a fantasy
Oh yeah yeah yeah
If only we could all just find serenity
It would be nice if we could live as one
When will all this anger, hate and bigotry be gone?
I’m just a dreamer
I dream my life away
Today
I’m just a dreamer
Who dreams of better days
Oh yeah
I’m just a dreamer
Who’s searching for the way
Today
I’m just a dreamer
Dreaming my life away
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Runaway
Del Shannon
As I walk along, I wonder
A-what went wrong with our love
A love that was so strong
And as I still walk on, I think of
The things we’ve done together
While our hearts were young
I’m a-walkin’ in the rain
Tears are fallin’ and I feel the pain
Wishin’ you were here by me
To end this misery
I wonder
I wah-wah-wah-wah-wonder
Why
Why, why, why, why, why
She ran away
And I wonder
Where she will stay
My little runaway
A-run, run, run, run, runaway
I’m a-walkin’ in the rain
Tears are fallin’ and I feel the pain
Wishin’ you were here by me
To end this misery
And I wonder
I wah-wah-wah-wah-wonder
Why
Why, why, why, why, why
She ran away
And I wonder
Where she will stay
My little runaway
A-run, run, run, run, runaway
A-run, run, run, run, runaway
A-run, run, run, run, runaway
The Field February 26th 2021. I’m really trying to stop this Field project and I have tried several times. On a day like this I see the clouds and the blue sky and it just compels me to go take just one more picture. I have as you may have noticed collected quite a lot of ceramics, glass, pottery, iron, and fossils over the 20 years this is now the 21st year. I have a Perspex box and today I cut a backing for it. It is filled with the glass and ceramics and the pottery. My idea is to mount it on a post so I can take photos and document it as a conclusion to the 20 year observation of this Warwickshire field. Brian a neighbour gave me this spoon today and said I found this in The Field. Its a Disney product I added it to my collection.
John Bishop lesson film proposal Compton Verney
My idea is fulfils most if not all the criteria required. On New years day 1986 Artist Mary Newcomb, then aged 64, began to keep a diary. She wrote in its opening pages: ‘I wanted to remind ourselves that in our haste in this century we may not give time to pause and look – and may pass on our way unheeding’. Using a Sketch book not as an exact day to day diaryUse it as an aid to thought and observation.Use to not only draw but to note down words poems or thoughts.
By using a sketch book you can gain a greater depth to your art and your life. I have used sketch books this way since I was in my twenties.Marcel Duchamp always said” Pay Attention”. During this long period of lockdown I have continued writing thoughts and poetry and observing.I have continued to take photographs and added them to my blog and posted them on Instagram.
The blog is a great diary on its own and adds a further dimension to my life as an artist.During my travels I have taken these thoughts words and images and put some of them on canvas.I call the series Postcards to Myself. No materials required.
Sketchbooks and sitting and drawing observing the minutia is a massive aid to wellbeing.
I would take the viewer a small part of the CV site not the main house as such but the nooks and crannies.
I would explain the beauty and wellness feeling of sketchbooks.
How writing and drawing can lead to a bigger ideas if wanted.
How Mary Newcomb kept a sketchbook and a diary to aid her work.
The age group would be from early teens to whatever age.
The outcome would benefit any student of art based projects, prose, poetry, English in fact it’s a life skill on its own.
If you didn’t care what happened to me
And I didn’t care for you
We would zigzag our way through the boredom and pain
Occasionally glancing up through the rain
Wondering which of the buggers to blame
And watching for pigs on the wing
You know that I care
What happens to you
And I know that you care
For me too
So I don’t feel alone on the weight of the stone
Now that I’ve found somewhere safe to bury my bone
And any fool knows a dog needs a home
A shelter from pigs on the wing
The City Boy
Although my roots are firmly in the soil here.
They really are.
I never feel at home.
I never feel welcome or that I belong here.
My matriarchal feminine soul was sparked here.
Only 12 miles from where I have lived for over 20 years.
But I’m a city boy.
The Bracebridge family moved with the Industrial Revolution north west leaving behind them the fields and farms.
The haystacks and barns.
They navigated their way in only a few decades like many a wanting family to a city.
Birmingham where they took up trades as loch keepers and policemen, soldiers, sailors and intertwined with like minded folk they became citizens of the metropolis. There in smoke and fire and honest toil I was delivered.
The countryside in my soul
War and fire in my blood.
A Warwickshire child
A city boy
Beyond the frail wire fences of the urban gardens the countryside lay.
On my return to the rural idle I am unacceptable.
My accent rings bells.
Minds close and sometimes I long to return to the hustle and bustle of what I know to be home
John bish 24th February 2021
Living on the Ceiling
Blancmange
You keep me running round and round,
Well that’s alright with me,
Up and down, I’m up the wall,
I’m up the bloody tree.
That’s alright with me,
Yeah, that’s alright with me,
Well, it feels alight to me,
Yeah, it looks alright to me.
And, I’m so tall, I’m so tall,
You raise me and then you let me fall.
And I’m so small, I’m so small,
Wrap me round your finger, seen before.
Here we go
You keep me running round and round,
Well that’s alright with me,
Nothing, nothing, nothing’s gonna
Step in my way.
Living on the ceiling,
No more room down there.
Things fall into place,
You got the joke, fall into place.
Well I’m so tall, I’m so tall,
You raise me and then you let me fall.
And I’m so small, I’m so small,
Wrap me round your finger, seen before.
You keep me running round and round,
Well that’s alright with me,
Up and down, I’m up the wall,
I’m up the bloody tree.
Hiding from your questions,
Questions you won’t ask.
“Why am I up the tree” you say,
“Why are you down there” I’m saying.
Well I’m so tall, I’m so tall,
You raise me and then you let me fall.
And I’m so small, I’m so small,
Wrap me round your finger, seen before.
Parking Charge Notice: 3069887
Thank you for your email dated 20th February.
We advise that the Warwick Hospital car park operates as a pay on exit system for all car park users including blue badge holders. This is clearly stated on the car park signage. The car park is operated on an Automatic Number Plate Recognition system therefore the camera will pick up your vehicle registration entering and exiting the car park.
Before exiting the car park, you need to visit the pay stations located within the car park to pay for parking, you will need to enter your vehicle registration into the machine and this will inform you how long your vehicle has been parked for and how much payment is required for your stay. Payment for parking is then made, this will then communicate with our camera operated ANPR system. The barriers system is no longer in operation and has been removed from the car park. As no payment for parking was made, the Parking Charge Notice was correctly issued. We can confirm that the following parking charge notice has been paid, therefore liability has been accepted. We are no longer able to look into your appeal any further, as payment has been accepted.
To:Glen.Burley@swft.nhs.uk
Dear Sir
I am writing to make you aware of a situation that occurred whilst attending an emergency out of hours appointment on Thursday 13th February 2021.
I had a terrible swelling and pain in my face.
I at first went to the pharmacy to see if they could help me.
I went alone due to the Covid 19 restrictions.
I was told to call 111 and they advised an out of hours appointment at Warwick Hospital ASAP.
I was contacted by the doctors and told to come to the arranged appointment and park opposite A&E and not under any circumstance leave the car or come into the reception they would come and fetch me.
I arrived at the hospital again alone. I noticed that the barriers were up. I did not notice that they had been removed.
I honestly thought it was because of the Covid situation and the car park was pretty empty.
I waited in my car as instructed and they called me in i saw the doctors and they gave me antibiotics and I left wanting to get back home safe and secure.
I took all the necessary steps to be safe and away from contacts and covid safe
By this time my pain and distress was worse due to the air temperature on the day.
so I headed home.
18th February I was issued with a car park fine of £85.
I paid this as I am an honest law abiding citizen. also I did not want to incur further costs as threatened with.
I know how difficult it is to deal with these people.
I appealed explaining the circumstances only to be told my appeal was refused.
I spoke to a lady named TASH the lady refused to give me a surname. I spoke on ☎- 01789 293273 this was today 22nd February 2021 only to be told that my appeal was refused and as I had paid I could not appeal again.
I honestly feel I have been unfairly and harshly treated by the car park people. I have loads of respect for NHS staff as I have had four heart attacks and been more than grateful for the work you do.
To be honest again I feel I have been robbed by gangsters.
My appeal dismissed with due care of my circumstances and covid rules swept away. I would have had to wonder about sick and in pain in order to find the proper pay station and I repeat I was doing all i could to stay safe and keep others safe.
I appeal to you to get the justice I feel I am due.
Dear Councillor Zahawi
Just wanted to bring this to your attention.
I had to visit Warwick hospital an emergency out of hour’s doctor and after I had first been to pharmacy and then called 911 they gave me an appointment slot.
I was told to stay in my car under no circumstance leave it to enter the lobby and they would come and fetch me due to pandemic.
I entered the car park and as there were no barriers I thought the Covid 19 situation must be in operation.
I admit I thought it strange but as I was so ill and in so much pain I took little notice.
I stayed in my car they came and fetched me maybe 30 mins. I saw the doctors and I went back to my car and drove home.
I just wanted to get home and safe.
Now I have been fined £85 for not paying on exit.
I appealed and this has been squashed.
I cannot appeal again as I have paid the fine like the honest citizen I am.
Where is the justice?
The Field and findings today 21st February 2021. Piece of glass would have been from Walfox Brand Clear Glass Medicine Bottle With Running Fox Logo. The Walfox brand was a public, pharmaceutical prescription company, with products sold in all pharmacies and general stores in the UK. The company became famous for their high quality branded glass bottles and metal dispensory tins. The wall-shelf was accessible to retailers who distributed Walfox products. Walfox Ltd (later Howard Lloyd and Co), Batley. 1928-1992, manufacturing chemist
Thinking about the Black Square
Kazimir Malevich 1913/15
I don’t understand the seeking of a void
The void will come all too soon
I need a narrative, substance not a void
Meditation is a struggle
I can’t do it
Kazimir Malevich’s Black Square ‘0.10’
I can understand a little
The rejection of rational thought
Chaos brings a void
I would not look closely
Once seen I would not need to see it again
Ad Reinhardt’s Abstract Painting No. 5 1962
I don’t get it?
Abstract works are created on a different spectrum to me
Give me poetry and Lyrics music with a narrative
A hook into the real world
Jazz for instance
I don’t get it?
It does nothing for me it’s just a noise
We all look and feel things differently
Colour, texture, light and shade
Loss and sorrow
Love and being loved
A sexual experience just for the experience
With someone who did not want me
I don’t get it?
I need context and depth
The void is not enough for me
I guess I just need to know why
John Bish February 21st 2021
