Look, every year about this time it’s almost Mayday which seems an appropriate occasion for checking who’s aboard and who’s over-board – if you get my drift….
So kindly signify below if you’ve joined the sinking rats or otherwise.
Your devoted mate, Petty Officer Janus
Another crude usage from Labour:
‘Debate me!’ quoth he, addressing the people’s favourite, Cameron, who’d refused to join in a tv head2head…,,,
What is he on?
The perennial mouth, warmonger Bliar seems hell-bent on digging an even deeper hole by alienating Labour voters and willynilly boosting the Tory vote!
Wallace aka Ed Milibrain hates him, and the rest of the policrowd ignore him.
I know my reader has missed the Court bulletins here of late – owing to the meeja’s focus on Windsor babies, who still enjoy a clean sheet, if you see what I mean.
But true to form the PoW has blotted his copybook. Having waxed lyrical on green energy and saving (amongst other things) the planet, he smartly used a chopper to travel 80 miles from his estate to a vital appointment at…..Ascot!
(Backside’s breath is bated, pending publication of the PoW’s letters to Ministers. Rich pickings indeed!)
That’s where everyone else must be – for two days now. Meanwhile the chariot rusts away, awaiting the invention of the bike. 😣
Celebrity is now a goal sans frontieres. No matter the means, the end is all that matters. Whether it be an ugly face, an ugly physique, an ugly character or an ugly mouth, it will bring popular appeal and the meeja’s unstinting support.
Witness J Clarkson. Racism, dishonesty, violence, bullying. And celebrity.
Tomorrow, mid-morning, it will become dark, even quieter than normal in the woods (no birdsong) and quite chilly.
I recall that in August 1999 I was in the Potteries when the same thing happened. People became edgy and went outside to watch the event.
Who else will witness this, chariotwise, I wonder?
…..if you are still taking a peek at us now and them, please come back and give us an update on SA cricket and rugby and sort out the techo stuff. The S hemisphere needs you to speak for it!
Any road oop! I trust there is nothing amiss down there. Seeyer!
The English language, like its torturers, is losing the use of some of its bits! And that’s just plain irritating for proud students of its values.
In the old days a representative of a country enjoyed the epithet by means of an adjective: the English sprinter, the Australian batsman. No longer. S/he is now the England athlete, etc.
And even more cringeworthily, s/he no longer battles against opponents or protests against officials’ decisions. The preposition has gone awol.
And verbs? Who needs ’em? Just use nouns instead. Our winner now debuts and podiums – such ugliness.