A last minute entry for the poetry competition. Apologies all, it’s one I made earlier but I don’t seem to be in the right frame of mind these days for writing pomes. It may be due to a combination of grandchildren and decorators, and the recent arrival of my elder daughter’s first baby, born a couple of weeks ago, a month earlier than expected. He was born on my birthday so at least it will be easy to remember the date!
Dasher Daschshund grew quite barmy,
he fell in love with a salami.
He knew that fickle, wondrous fate
Had brought his aromatic mate.
But months of unrequited lust,
turned little Dasher’s heart to dust.
He found he couldn’t go on living,
a life so harsh and unforgiving …
Leftie Phil was right. The difference between the Yanks and the Europeans was not in the player pool but the ‘captain’ who either did or didn’t do his job.
Let’s call him the team manager. Remember Ian McGeechan doing the same for the Lions? Sir Alex for Man U? Wotsisname for British cycling? Now meet Mr McGinley!
Ceteris paribus (wooo)- show me a winning team and I’ll show you a real leader.
Tom Watson? Great golfer, great guy, poor captain.
“Islamic State fighters often present themselves on social media as a fearless band of brothers, but a new report finds radicalised jihadis are more likely to be anxious, depressed and lonely.”
Poor chaps, the report doesn’t say whether they had unhappy childhoods or were bullied at school, but help is on the way:
“We believe strongly in a public health approach, where those at risk of radicalisation are identified and helped.”
Jolly good, but is this really the answer? They don’t seem overly bright, apparently before heading off to fight jihad their choice of reading material is “Islam for Dummies” and “The Koran for Dummies”.
I wish I could be there, cheering on the European heroes! The tension must be tangible, the determination palpable, the sheer guts beyond…..wha’ever!
If you have the privilege to be present, enjoy it for me too!
If you have read her book ‘Wait for me’ or visited Chatsworth House any time in the last 40 years you’ll know the Duchess of Devonshire was no ordinary aristocrat.
At home she could often be seen managing her business, respected and liked by her staff as she inspected the fruits of her and their long labours.
After 94 years she leaves a fascinating story of privilege and down-to-earth devotion to family and heritage. R.I.P.
I find it hard to believe that anybody with a conscience would vote against such a proposal.
Christopher’s post is taking a definite turn to the nostalgic. Who’s used any of these?
Milly kindly gave Auntie his speech so that we can all admire him in anticipation – not.
He is so totally screwed by the English Question that he’s doing a Bliar, fondly believing anybody buys it any more.
10 year plan? In his dreams.