Now to decide how to cook them, I’ll probably light a fire and braai them, any suggestions?
We call them crayfish, you?
Just seen this on my TV this evening, our satellite provider transmits throughout Africa, hopefully it might help one or two up north.
My dear fellow Charioteers,
I was informed today that
a company wishes to interview me
next month for a permanent position as a co-ordinator
in Bristol. Should thinks work out,
I could be moving to England quite soon.
The Ebola virus has now found its way into Murica and O’Barmy wants answers, so you can imagine the gazzilions of dollars that will be thrown at the problem, like when some ‘celebrity’ pillow-biter in San Francisco first got Aids. Now, in the UK, the gobmunt has announced screening at Thiefrow, Gatwick and the Eurostar terminus to check for ebola symptoms.
Ezcuse me? The gobmunt doesn’t even know who is in the UK, legally or otherwise, so why just those hubs? It is easy to transfer, for example, from T4 or T3 at Thiefrow to any domestic connecting flight without checks as I have done hundreds of times merely by waving my UK passport at something dusky and wearing a scarf, so how about throwing an exclusive military security cordon around the south of England centred on Dover and stop every car, train and lorry coming from abroad?
I’m on ironing detail today as the weather is dark and threatening and the FrizzEase is running low. So there!
Yes, I am 65 not 6.5 years old :-) This question is personal and specifically for Christopher, though everybody else’s insights are, of course, welcome. My second daughter is engaged to a German guy – they will be married in April in Cyprus. I will have to make a speech – in Greek, German and English – and also, since my new in-laws and lots of friends and relations are all coming over for the wedding I will wish to interact with them as much as I can. My German is very rusty and I’m taking online classes with DW but I’d like to switch my ‘background’ radio to a German station. In the same way as I don’t listen ot the BBC, I don’t want to listen to one of the main broadcasters with their boring talking heads so the question is, could you recommend a decent ‘talk radio’ station something on the lines of the London Broadcasting Corporation, where I can hear ordinary people expressing their views and having the occasional rant? (I can say what I want quite handily, and read well, but have trouble understanding what people are saying to me, if they’re speaking at ordinary conversational speed – especially when their normal, everyday usage. Annoying but, since I haven’t actually lived in Germany since 1991, understandable, I guess.)
I was reading an SF story where the heroine had to solve a Schroedinger-like event to save someone’s life after a space battle and an even more puzzling quantum event came to mind – a real poser
A cat always lands on its feet, right? And a slice of buttered toast always lands butter side down. So, what happens if you stick a slice of toast on a cat’s back butter side up…
The story about the gambler who was refused his winnings by a gambling club because they said he cheated – a claim upheld in the High Court – caught my eye this morning. I had always understood that gambling activity was binding ‘in honour only’ and did not represent contracts in law. Is this not the case?
Here are the last 4 days front pages of what is probably Cape Town’s largest daily newspaper, as you can see, one story dominates.
I see that the churlish Balls is threatening to levy his Mansion Tax on HM the Queen. Well, Backside points out that One’s only privately owned res in England is Sandringham. The rest are in Scotland where Labour seem unlikely to have much say in the matter for very long. Not much revenue there then!