Since Janus inexplicably removed his latest post a couple of days ago, there have been no further posts from anyone and only one comment, from Sipu.
I have no idea why all you honoured Charioteers have ceased using the site, but of course that’s entirely up to you.
Anyway, and all that, if the inactivity continues for a few more days, The Chariot will be taken on its slow, sad journey to the knackers yard, there to be broken up as spare parts.
So long, and thanks for all the fish. :-)
In his post, Asylum in Denmark, Janus implied, in response to one of my comments, that I was a white supremacist. I posted a rebuttal, not because I was offended by his observation, I care not a jot for the epithets ascribed to me by others, but because I disagree with it. Of course I expanded on my theories and clearly I must have caused a level of indignation because Janus decided to remove that comment almost immediately. Unfortunately I had not saved it and so, I am now going to try to reproduce it, or at least the gist of it, though clearly it will vary somewhat. Read more…
As many of you may have noticed I haven’t been on here for a while. The reason is in the title. I am quick sick of all the moaning and negativity that is around these days. No matter whether it is in blog form, news on TV, articles etc. it seems to be that the current trend is for everyone over a certain age to see only bad things in life.
The glass is half empty for nearly all of you. I do have sympathy for you all, that things seem so bad, but for goodness sake….wake up.
When I talk to almost anyone over 60 they complain about just about every aspect of our lives. A favourite complaint is how awful it is for the younger people, out of work, no prospects etc. Yet when I talk to younger people in Germany, Spain, France or the UK, I see and hear a very different side. They are optimistic, energetic and looking forward to the future multi-culti society that they have grown up in.
Perhaps it is simply time that the old dinosaurs died out and left things to the younger generation. They certainly seem to have a better handle on things.
This should cheer you all up.
Yesterday I found an interesting variety of soap sourced from Pondicherry by a relatively local company. It was hand-made and designed for people with my skin type. After a quick sniff I concluded that, despite having a slightly herbal odour it would do and bought it. After opening the box I realised the gravity of my error. It was tightly wrapped. People could inhale the noxious fumes from 3 yards away! Not being one to waste, I’ve started using that soap to the most amusing reactions. It’s really a very good soap and even after a single use my skin looks healthier. The only problem with it is that I smell like an Indian Madame. I’ve changed my name to Miss Lakshmi and am now in purdah. Read more…
Easy for you to say….
And it rained for 81 days!
and this is the reason – her name is Abby.
After her first puppy groom:
I really had forgotten how time consuming puppies can be. She’s very good and learning fast, but boundless energy can be a bit exhausting. I’m not finding it easy to fit in her hectic social life – puppy parties, walks with her favourite dogs and puppies and training classes – it’s worse than having a small child. She is twenty weeks old now and I feel I have aged significantly since she arrived. But it has been fun – walks in the forest, on the beach and she adores small children. Amazingly she hasn’t savaged any visitors or grandchildren yet!
When I was young Germany was beautiful. It was pedantic, of course, but well-governed, clean and safe. Germans, despite their often unduly good reputation abroad, are not especially intelligent people. They merely found what they could do well and focus all their efforts on doing that. My grandfather received only a very basic education but made do. For over fifty years he worked as a mechanical engineer. My grandmother received a similarly basic education. As a woman of her generation, she faced restrictions on which careers she could pursue but she spent decades working as a designer and seamstress. My grandfather built several houses with no need to rely on anyone’s help. He came up with a concept and saw it through from early sketches to the last layer of paint. He could do this before the invention of calculators or engineering software. My grandmother could design, cut and sew dresses by hand without needing anyone’s advice or assistance. My mum is a theatre nurse. Then again, she sat her Abitur when it still meant something and read medicine.
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‘War and Peace an epic new drama coming to BBC One’ says the trailer on BBC iPlayer.
Not trusting the Beeb I’ll try and read the book first.
This review in Metro doesn’t bode well.
Mrs J has just informed me that we have a copy of W & P in the loft.
“I read half of it”, she said, “it was quite good”.High praise indeed from somebody who has read all the Star Wars books of which there are a lot…..also now in the loft.