With a rebreather a deep sea diver can stay underwater for 6 hours. It’s a long way to the moon. Need to breathe and rebreathe the air to live long and fly high. Not for me. Coat, helmet, buggy.
I shouldn’t really be shocked, much less horrified. The world has provided so many surprises recently that one really ought to be immune by now. But then… Something happens that proves that horror is still possible. Continue reading “Come back, Drunky, all is forgiven!”
Charioteers may not yet know . . .
What’s the word down-under?
- You may possibly have BoJo, but we’ve had ScoMo for several weeks, and what a nice bloke he is. Better hair control, too. 😎
- The Maroons lost Origin II yesterday, and a bad loss at that. Don’t have much hope for our chances in the decider. Sob. 😭
- Ash Barty is Number One!! I’ve always been a Sam Stosur follower, but Ash is awesome. My money is on her for Wimbledon. Go Girl!
Enjoy the rest of your day!
I used to blog a bit. Always enjoyed it.
The world moved on and offered us Twitter – succinct if obfuscating. I thought that I could also move on with little pain and a wee bit gain. Concise-wise.
Aye weel. We definitely live in interesting times and I feel the need to pour words ‘unto the breach’ instead of just into 240 characters. Continue reading “Henry V Act 4 Scene 7 – Words 1-4 *”
A side view, so that I don’t have to blank the rego plates. 😎
Here we go! Everything is fine, except for the hundreds of pages of User Manual that I have to plough through every time I want to use or change a function.
It’s eerily quiet – spooky in Strine – but it does everything it’s meant to do with just a hint of a superior smirk if we don’t phrase our request in exactly the correct way. But we’re learning fast!
We’re trying to name her, but we haven’t yet reached agreement on what her name should be. Can any kind Charioteer make a suggestion? 😊
I note that our Janus has been missing for some time. Does anyone have any news of him?
For those of us resident on this, our many-splendoured sceptred isle, Continue reading “Daggy Dad vs Shifty Shorten”
Well, not the Chariot precisely, but the conveyance used by our Boadicea to travel from place to place. We’ve put our ICE-powered companion out to grass- she was getting a little frail and battered around the edges – and purchased a bright-eyed, lecky-driven, millennium replacement.
Well, not quite, but the warrants have been signed, the executioner booked and the changeover set for the end of the month. Our extended test drive convinced us both that the future is already here, even for a pair of seniors like us.
Once we have our new chariot we’ll bore you with the details of our experiences, no doubt. 😎
EV = Electric Vehicle.
ICE = Internal Combustion Engine (petrol/gas or diesel)
One thing I like about the gym I belong to is that I can watch Netflix on most of the exercise equipment. Recently, I’ve been watching a Canadian television programme: “Under Arrest”. It follows police throughout Canada as they make arrests and deal with crimes. One thing that struck me is just how many dysfunctional people there are in Canada. The Americans are accused of having problems, a fact they don’t deny. Canada is portrayed as some sort of paradise which, clearly, it is not. Has anyone else had their eyes opened about a place that is perhaps more celebrated than it should be?
From time to time, I use australianisms in my posts – that is, I drop into Strine rather than sticking with the Sarf Lunnon English that I grew up speaking. After nigh on 30 years, it’s hard not to go native. A few of youse respected Charioteers are not bothered by my use of Strine – OZ and Christopher in particular are both reasonably fluent in the dialect – but it’s harder on those of you that haven’t been Down Under.
Today I found an article in the SMH (Sydney Morning Herald) written by a journo who obviously deplores the development and use of our own variety of English, which may amuse you. I hope so, anyway.
He’s wrong, of course; Aussies will speak whatever dialect our teenagers tell us to, and if visitors can’t understand – tough!
The author even gets his standard Italian spelling wrong – it’s Parmigiana with a ‘g’, not a ‘j’, but not to worry! 😎