Holibobs: A quadrillion degrees heat

Some say there around 1,000,000,000,000,000 mosquitoes on Earth. A quadrillion is a number that is so large we cannot imagine it. Or its a number if supposed fans that follow Manchester United online. That number of mosquitoes represents what animals are alive. I’d estimate the full 100 types that feed on humans (of the 3600 species) have had a nibble on me this week. Or so it feels.

“People change
But you know some people never do
You know when people change
They gain a piece but they lose one too” – Seasons (Waiting On You) – Future Islands

Passing a field some kids invited me to play football. This was the day after playing football with adults and my mate Thom Powers (from Texas). That night in sweltering 35°C heat (feeling closer to 44°C with humidity) I scored 2 (plus an own goal), not that it mattered, it was just a great run out with good local Huizhou people. I’m certain a mosquito cloud followed my sweaty body back and forth. The game with the kids was less serious, with my pigeon Chinese, and a smattering of English from them doing something for Sino-Mancunian relations.

The Huizhou Museum (惠州博物馆) offered up a regular slice of historic Huizhou and some links to its famous ancient and contemporary residents. Located close to the Science Museum (惠州科技馆) and not too far from the Cultural and Art Centre (惠州文化艺术中心), a rainy or steamy from hot weather day can offer an opportunity to peruse varied galleries. Some live music on traditional instruments was on display during our visit.

Many people know Hùizhōu (惠州) as a city famous for its coastline. After all, it has around 223.6 km² (86.3 square miles) of coastline. Much of the Guangdong provincial city sits just 15 metres (49 feet) above sea level. Yet the vast plains and river networks of Huizhou stretch out scattered with mountainous hills and, through various counties, stretches northwards to Qingyuan within the Guangdong province.

The entire region of Huizhou covers 10,922 km² (4,217 square miles). Wales, in the U.K. sprawls over 20,737 km² (8,007 square miles). Huizhou is roughly half-a-Wales in size. Wales is a recognised international measurement. Cymru is the proper name of Wales. When Sū Shì (苏轼) was exiled back in Song dynasty times, few would have expected much to come of his new homes. Nobody would anticipate seafront property prices rising astronomically in the 21st century. Su Shi stayed in Huizhou between 1094–1100, during his second of three banishment experiences. He was a very naughty boy.

Aside from Huizhou forming around the former residences of Su Shi, AKA Dongpo (東坡) AKA Zishan (子瞻), the city has gone in to grow as a manufacturing hub. The city has a motto, displayed regularly on signs, “City to benefit people” (惠民之州). The West Lake (XiHu) base of the city on Feng Lake definitely provides a much-needed lung for a growing city of twentieth-century onwards concrete.

Hak-kâ (客家) people and their culture make up the bulk of the local region. Hak-ka means “guest families” and forms a sub group of the majority Han Chinese ethnicity group of China. Hak-ka people are warm-hearted, welcoming, and love their food. Hakka dimsum is delicious for breakfast or lunch or any of the other non-stop meals enjoyed on Guangdong. You’re more likely to hear Kèjiāhuà (客家话), that is, Hakka language, than Cantonese or Mandarin in Huizhou.

Whilst Su Shi, the Chinese poet, essayist, calligrapher, painter, and scholar-official may have enlightened the region, the city now is know for a huge number if sea resorts, hot springs near to Heyuan and its seafood. Bordering Guangzhou, Shenzhen, and Dongguan, the city is well connected by railways, roads, and waterways. The 40,000-seater Huizhou Olympic Stadium (惠州奥林匹克体育场) has yet to host the Olympics.

Huizhou, a place with long humid summers is twinned with Worcester in England. The weather is slightly different in Worcestershire. No sauce from Worcestershire can be found in Huizhou, unless at a lesser-spotted import shop, however other fish-based fermented sauces. If it repels mosquitoes, I’ll be rubbing it deep into my muscles.

Bugged by a musical war.

There are cries of “keep politics out of music” by the same crowd who backed Live Aid in 1985 and its sequel in 2005. As those treated by nurses and doctors who have fled conflicts demand an NHS service at top performance. And Liam Gallagher, tweeting the untweetable on hate platform, X. What a weird time to exist.

“You can’t trust politicians. It doesn’t matter who makes a political speech. It’s all lies – and it applies to any rock star who wants to make a political speech as well.” – Bob Geldof

Bob Vylan by name, by character one who gets flack for drawing attention to a military force that kills kids and women indiscriminately. The cowardly IDF should go toe to toe with Hamas and stop the murder of the innocence. As for Hamas, they’re all nasty and need to give their head a wobble. Should we be getting worked up over Bob Vylan, Kneecap, et al? No. The sooner this war ends, the better, bur let’s be fair, this was a conflict of Britain’s creation, one that is bitter and historical, and no end appears in sight. The more bombing, the more it will drag through the next century. Hate breeds hate. Not a musician.

“Populism is dangerous.” – enjamin Netanyahu

Yet the media focuses on Ipswich duo Bob Vylan and Bobbie Vylan. The Bobs may have said their message in the wrong way and I’m sure they wouldn’t wish death on the I.D.F.’s individual members but as for an entire organisation, perhaps the downfall and end of the I.D.F. was their message. Backed by Massive Attack, Fontaines D.C., Irish soft-pop group Kneecap, Inhaler, and CMAT, it could be said that Bob Vylan were just doing what Jarvis Cocker has been doing for years: getting people talking. Anyone who thinks a musician was preaching to glamorous camping fans to uproot and take aim at the attack-minded Israel Defense Force is stupid. Surely?

“…slain by the putrefactive and disease bacteria against which their systems were unprepared.” H.G. Wells. War of the Worlds.

And war, what exactly is it good for? Edwin Starr said, “absolutely nothing”, and I agree wholeheartedly. It divides, it displaces, it distresses, it decimates cultures and people and humanity. It leaves gaping gaps, chasms of pain, and heartbreaking weaknesses. It is exploited and manipulated to the needs of the powers, dictatorship-like leaderships, and turns neighbours on each other. So, should we all stay silent about the United Nations-labelled genocide of Gaza and Palestine? Should we cheer as U.S. and Israel jets pass into Iranian skies and decorate the ground with a blanket of fireballs?

“Any story hits you harder if the person delivering it doesn’t sound like some news robot but in fact sounds like a real person having the reactions a real person would.” – journalist, Ira Glass

Every war and conflict displaces people. And where do they go? To the first people that welcome them. Be that Norway, Sweden, or the U.K., desperate people seek safety and sanctuary, even if their religion or ideals conflict with their place of refuge. And then, most people adapt, they blend in, and they thrive under conditions of opportunity. Or not. I recently was lucky enough to meet a Kurdish nurse who works for the N.H.S. in Greater Manchester. I felt privileged to be treated by her, a doctor, and a multinational team of workers there to improve the lives and health of many. My infected bites, like racism and xenophobia, an irritation that life does not need.

“I do not discriminate.” – Liam Gallagher, via X.

As I sit on the train, I am once again reminded of the lyrics, “in this world where we lice, there should be more happiness”. Spot on. Silence the bullets and bombs, let voices of love speak clearer and with more weight than a tweet or misguided message on stage. The time for talking is always. The time for action over inaction is always. So, what now? Are we as a species of humanity to be slain by the small-minded delivery methods of stage and social media?

“The first step to achieve something is to believe.” – Diogo Jota 4/12/1996-3/7/2025 [footballer (Liverpool, Portugal, Paços de Ferreira, Gondomar)]