Penetrating damp is the result of water coming through the walls.
Once you’re sure no water is coming through the roof by following the previous articles in this category—and the saving grace of that kind of leak is that it is very obvious and marks its presence clearly—the next issue is this one. Here’s an excellent overview of the problem.
I’ll take time for another of my provocative asides here. I’m pretty convinced—actually I am totally convinced—that there is no significant problem of rising damp in most traditionally built houses, at least as long as they have been left that way. Note that last bit. I’ll come back to this later.
Meantime, if we discount the possibility of rising damp in most cases, we must look elsewhere for the source of water and there are two issues to address here.
Damp in your old house and how to deal with it. Part Two in a series explaining where damp in old buildings comes from and what you can do to combat it. Most of the advice is applicable anywhere.
Before worrying about how to get rid of dampness that is already in the house, it makes sense to make sure no more can get it first. There are a number of important areas where unwanted moisture can make it into your house. The roof is the easiest to deal with so we’ll tackle it first.
A good many incomers to France have no idea where to go to get the materials for their DIY restoration of an old French house. I have even heard of British second-homers filling the car boot with bags of cement and bringing it with them, which is laughable. This article is intended to help.
Hello. From today readers will see big changes in Rod Fleming’s World. Up till now it has been a fairly disorganised collection of essays on subjects I find interesting, or did at the time. From now on it will be more focussed.
Although the URL will not be changed, the title of the site will now be Rod Fleming’s Men’s World. This reflects a change of perspective rather than philosophy.
A brief history of Rod Fleming’s Men’s World
Rod Fleming’s World began ten years ago now as a travel site, initially discussing life in France, though it included other areas, including religion, politics, and sex and gender. This last has been the subject of many articles. However there is a need for a more definite focus, because the War on Men is gathering pace. Across the Media, men are being silenced, shut down, their presence disappeared — all the usual tricks of the Constructionist Left, which today has adopted feminism as its weapon of choice.
Rod Fleming’s Men’s World supports free speech, individualism, courage and masculinity.
Men and their interests
Rod Fleming’s Men’s World supports men and their interests. We support young men who are trying to find their way in a world run by feminists who detest them. We support women who actually are women, born female or otherwise, which obviously does not include feminists. We will feature them on a regular basis, I hope you enjoy. Some of the imagery may be reserved behind a paywall, because it’s too hot. The site will be more of a magazine rather than occupying a specialist niche, but its focus will be men’s interests and their rights.
Rod Fleming’s Men’s World will have articles on motorcycling, photography, yachts and sailing, cars, DIY, music, guitars, films, books and obviously, sex. After all, what man is not interested in that!
There will be articles on politics, religion, the supernatural, fantasy worlds and history. The last in particular is being ruthlessly revised by the Left to exclude or vilify men.
Rod Fleming’s Men’s World will cover Art too, because of the attack on Western art being mounted by feminists and also because men like art too; it is not solely a feminine interest. And of course, most artists throughout history have been men. There is a correlation between the colonisation of the art world by women and its descent into meaningless piffle. A sophisticated man needs to be able to see through that and appreciate real quality. We will help.
Rod Fleming’s Men’s World completely supports HSTS transsexuals, because they’re nice, they deserve it and they’re hot. We deplore the activities of masculine male Autogynephilic transvestites and their assault on both women and true transsexuals. Despite a decade of being attacked and stabbed in the back by he-men pretending to be women, Rod Fleming’s Men’s World will not back down. You can put a narcissistic freak in an Admiral suit and call him she, but he’s still a man.
If you would like to help by contributing articles or ideas, please contact me via the form below.
Sniff! She died. She’s been with me these last five years, and she’d been around a good few years before we met. She was like a female character out of a Springsteen lyric, kinda worn and raggedy, but she stuck with me through thick and thin. I don’t know how many films or repeats of TV series I’ve watched with her, or how many words I wrote with her, but I do know the paint was gone from most of her keys at the end…I did explain it was my old laptop that died, didn’t I?
My neighbour was given this with a load of other bits and bobs. She thought it was a toy, but closer examination made me disagree. For a start, it was quite clearly a gun of some order, but it didn’t have any kind of handle. There wasn’t a conventional trigger either.
It might have been a toy cannon, but it didn’t have a carriage. Yet opening it up revealed that it was chambered to take a real twelve-bore shotgun cartridge. Plus it’s made of very heavy cast iron. It’s just not like a child’s toy at all.
Surely it is a nasty, dirty, smelly procedure best consigned to the bucket of history? Surely digital is cheaper, easier, faster, more modern? And worst of all, film is analogue—well that’s just not right.
Tomato plants? Well, spring in France this year was the worst I can remember, and so far summer has not been much better. By this time I should be on first-name terms with the community of lizards that live in my courtyard, but this year, hardly a hello. They’re all still hiding.
Mind you, it’s not been so bad for all the critters in the yard. My pet hate, les limaces, our delightful Burgundian slugs, are positively thriving. I mean, these ones are not shy, they don’t even try to hide, and they’re bright orange anyway. Maybe it’s a warning that they taste disgusting. I’ll let someone else find out. What I do know is they like my tomato plants. Continue reading “Slugs and Snails and Tomato Plants?”
It is now over twenty years since the fall of the Berlin Wall; for many young people, the Cold War, of which it was the most compelling symbol, is no more than a history lesson. In my desk here I have a small piece of concrete, with paint on, which was recovered from that wall and sold as a tourist trinket. It is perhaps the most telling one I have.
Our children do not, as those of my generation did, live in daily fear of being blown to pieces by atomic bombs or dying an agonising death from radiation sickness. They do not walk into their schools to find posters saying “Better Dead Than Red” on the walls, nor do they crowd around flickering television sets alongside their anguished parents, watching as Kennedy drew his line in the ocean, and curled his finger around the trigger of nuclear Armageddon. And for this we should all be very, very thankful indeed. No child should have to live with nightmares like those. Continue reading “The Realpolitik of Islamism”
This week has seen the United States lose all the international credibility and influence it once had. We are right back to the period immediately after the Fall of Saigon, when an incompetent – and unelected — President, Gerald Ford, oversaw the shameful debacle of the US Embassy being evacuated by helicopter.
Only a few years later, the US did it again, this time with another incompetent’s hand on the tiller, Jimmy Carter’s. That got them eight years of a truly great President, Ronald Reagan and four years of Bush the Elder, before the proto-wokos sneaked Clinton in. They managed to wing it through the catastrophic era post-Yugoslavia and even to pretend that, in completely destroying both Iraq and Libya and rendering Syria a war zone, they had served the cause of global peace.
Not this time, though. The corruption and incompetence of the present US Administration can no longer be hidden. It’s a busted flush – if it ever were flush in the first place; he who would cheat an election, after all…