Month: January 2011

They say, whoever they are, that a picture is worth a thousand words.   So here are three pictures, and some words too.

The comic strip can now be found on the menu bar. Hover your mouse over the word “Images” and you will find “How to – with pictures” in the drop-down menu.

I was really rather amused at janh’s post on New Year’s resolutions or more likely in her case revolutions!

Not that I could be bothered with such self improving claptrap for a moment, far too dissolute, disinterested and indolent to even consider a list.

However, by sheer chance, I have managed to rather trap myself into something I have been vaguely considering for six months or so. Believe it or not, I rather miss the dying, after 8 years of extensive practise I miss the conversation of those past caring about the impression they make on others, so had tiptoed around the thoughts of volunteering at a hospice.

This country deals with dying in a quite hideous manner, as if it is a disease that can be staved off by hope, bright cheery fake voices and a total refusal to face realities of non existence with a huge indegestible dollop of christianity to gag the most enthusiastic!

Anyway, it went thus, I happened to be in the library last week and there on the noticeboard was a request and course for volunteers at the newly built hospice ( the only one in the county).  I rang them up and explained I didn’t ‘do’ faith, children or women, but crusty males were just fine, I got a laugh.

“All the ones no one else can cope with eh?”

“Yup”

Oh God, hoist on my own petard, I start a course at the end of the month. Nothing like seeing the poor old sods off fast is there?  Some of my more laconic observations should send them on their way with an unexpected laugh or a heartfelt desire for ‘the off’.  I shall be quite back in harness.

I do hope I am not spoiling my record of a lifetime of non event New Year revolutions.  No, and you can’t have pictures!

Continue reading “Test for Boadicea”

We’ve just got home from watching this film at the local cinema, and  what a treat it was.   Some great comedy alongside moments of fist clenching tension as Colin Firth portrayed the agonies of someone with a stammer forced to make a speech.   All the actors involved – and there were many big names – were excellent, including Guy Pearce as the Duke of Windsor. Quite a long way from Ramsay Street!  Timothy Spall’s Churchill growl was marvellous.

I’m not sure about Oscar nominations, though.  I don’t know if the Yanks will be able to cope with court etiquette. As soon as George V had been pronounced dead,  Queen Mary had to curtsey to her eldest son.   And the USA did not have to deal with Hitler’s trickery and lies as Britain did, with the population desperate for reassurance that there was a strong king on the throne.

“God gave men both a penis and a brain, but unfortunately not enough blood supply to run both at the same time.”
– Robin Williams, commenting on the Clinton/Lewinsky affair

Goodnight everyone, sleep well.

The Hollies – I’m alive

Since you serve us up so many fine thoughts for the day, I thought you might like this one:

“The problem with Internet quotations is that many are not genuine.” – Abraham Lincoln