In praise of Alan Coren

My fellow Cherished Colleagues might know that I have a thing about Alan Coren. Every time he crops up on this site, I tend to leap in to trumpet my lifelong (from age 14) passion for the man’s writings. The last time he was mentioned directly was pb’s post

https://charioteers.org/2011/02/20/did-you-play-space-invaders/

In my comment thereon, I said that I was off to find and re-read the tale of the retired ‘Grauniad’ proof reader. I am nothing if not a focused individual, albeit of the tortoise persuasion if Janus is to be believed.

So, been there, found it, read it, enjoyed it and intend to share it with the Cherished Colleague community. I know it’s a bit long but I believe it’s worth the effort. As background for those who do not know, the ‘Grauniad’ was notorious for years for misprints and complete gibberish, proof reading-wise. Much better in that respect in this digital age, but why spoil a good joke? This is the tale in question:- Continue reading “In praise of Alan Coren”

Good Memories of Elsewhere

Every so often, I dive into the archive of my blogs on the Other Side with a view to saving them across to my WordPress site. For the avoidance of doubt, and, in my own opinion, this is not because the world would be a poorer place if MyT (Beta) went belly up and lost all of my carefully crafted prose to posterity.

It’s just that I enjoyed writing them at the time and hope to enjoy reading them again in the future, even if I might, by then, have forgotten that I wrote them.

Most of them are private on my WordPress site, but there’s the odd one that I feel the need to share with my fellow cherished authors. This one is a case in point. Continue reading “Good Memories of Elsewhere”

More Depressing News for Miserable Killjoys (© CO) Everywhere

Not only will loyal subjects of Her Majesty the Queen such as myself soon be able to celebrate the nuptials of the eldest son of her Heir Apparent, but Buck House has now filled our cup of joy to overflowing with the news that her eldest granddaughter will be tying the knot on 30th July 2011. In Embra!

As your self-appointed, local Royal correspondent, I immediately dashed the few hundred yards necessary at lunchtime today to bring you one of the first pictures of the imposing kirk in which the marriage will be conducted.

Continue reading “More Depressing News for Miserable Killjoys (© CO) Everywhere”

On This Day

You know how lots of people on the Internet have lots of theories about lots of different things? It is not fair that they should have all the fun. I have, therefore, decided to have a theory of my very own.

On this day, 8th March 1702 (Julian calendar), King William III of England, also known as King William II of Scotland and Prince William III of Orange popped his clogs. He died of pneumonia as a complication of the broken collar-bone which he suffered when he fell off his horse, Sorrel. Continue reading “On This Day”

An Urgent Appeal to Pseu

This really, really, really matters.

We’ve got four friends coming round for Sunday lunch. Not a problem, because I’m doing the main courses and they are all under control. Possibly.

In truth, there may still a reasonable chance that those courses will be coming close to being under control by the time that said lunch is running an hour late. I’m doing an Indian banquet and I’m just having this slight worry that I may have slightly overstretched myself with only about 75 hours to go. Continue reading “An Urgent Appeal to Pseu”

What I Did on My First Day at University

I miss Janus.

In particular, I miss his posts on his particular hobby horse, the House of Windsor. Whilst I respect his right to have a bee in his bonnet about said Royal Family, I do not usually agree with a word of his superbly crafted diatribes on the subject. I personally believe that the Windsors are, in the main and on the whole, a Good Thing.

But, there does come a point when my worm has to turn and agree with our Viking Republican. Last week here in Jockland, we were subjected to wall to wall coverage of the fact that the Heir Presumptive and his Bride Pending had spent a day swanning around some small and insignificant pimple of a jumped-up village on the coastal backside of the Kingdom of Fife to celebrate 600 years of the University of St Andrews. Continue reading “What I Did on My First Day at University”

The Reonion (Pseu’s CW Competition)

With apologies to any  Poohist purists and to any non-Poohites who might possibly not understand very much of this

“Rabbit, is that you? I thought it was. It’s  me, Piglet.”

“ Of course it is you, Piglet. It is Good to see you. I told Pooh that you would come. Here’s your Name Badge and the Schedule of Events for the Weekend. You’ll find the running Provisions buffet over there. I can recommend the Haycorns.”

“Thank you for organising this Reonion, Rabbit.”

“It is a Reunion, Piglet. I realised that this was an Important Event which deserved to be Commemoriated for Pooh. I also realised, of course, that my own part in the Event would never be fully Appreciated but I let that pass. It was I who told CR what the Thing we were searching for actually looked like. As I say, it probably does not Matter.”

“I see that you  managed to invite all your Friends and Relations as usual. Nothing changes, then?”

“I did not invite them. I never do. If you remember the original trip to find the North Pole, they just came then as well. They always do!”

“Well, I suppose that they were there, so it is only fair that they are here to Celebrate Pooh’s discovery of the Pole. I don’t see Alexander Beetle?”

“He never recovered from the ‘Hush’ incident and being at the tail end of the whole Expotition. He went off to live quietly ever-afterwards with his Aunt. Best thing that he ever did, as it happens. His Aunt bought him an Amstrad and he is now a Reclusive cyber millionaire specialising in the online sale of Pooh memorabilia. He’s making pots of money and I managed to negotiate Pooh a percentage deal in pots of hunny.”

“Talking about animals who were there, Kanga has aged terribly. Did something happen to Roo?”

“Piglet, what part of the 100 Aker Wood have you been living in? Remember when Tigger appeared and shacked up with Kanga? That was yet another of our Author’s little Eumephisms, as Wol would probably say. AA tried to sell us all the story that Tigger was only staying with Kanga for the Extract of Malt but, believe me,  he was getting a lot more than that on a regular basis.

Roo was in therapy for years when  he found out and got Stranger and Stranger. Eventually, he moved out and went off to live in a commune in Australia saying that he needed to get in touch with his Marsupialousness.

As soon as he had gone antipodean, Kanga and Tigger went public, married and set off on their honeymoon. Tragically, there was a bungee jump at their resort. Tigger explained to her that bungee jumping was what Tiggers were best at, being really Bouncy. Just a pity that he jumped off before they had a chance to tie the cord to him. Kanga’s never been the same since. Pooh did write a lovely Pom for the Funeral.

‘Here’s spread our friend, the flattened Tigger,
Who never quite knew what was best.
He’s gone now to Eternal Rest.
To get him out, they used a digger
And now he won’t get any bigger.’

“What about CR? Where is he?”

“He dropped out of sight after all that publicity when Alice struck the deal with Max Clifford to sell her story to the tabloids. You must remember that one? Our Author even made a reference to it in his poem about her marrying one of the guards at Buckingham Palace. ‘Christopher Robin went down with Alice’ is a total giveaway, in my opinion.

I do not blame Alice, of course. It must have been a bit of a Blow when CR broke up her marriage by going off with the guardsman  instead of her.“

“And Eeyore?”

“You will not believe this one. I do not know if you ever noticed it but he tended to be slightly Negative about Things. He got a bit of a Reputation for it. About four years ago, he reached the final of the ‘Most Depressed Character in a Work of Fiction’. Off he trotted to the Awards Ceremony, only to come second to Marvin the Paranoid Android.

On his way back through the Forest, who should he come across but Titania? She had finally Split from Oberon because of his obsessive jealousy. She has always had this Thing for ‘Creatures of the Donkey Persuasion’. They were married within the month and he’s never been less miserable.”

“I suppose that I should do the Decent Thing and have a word or forty two with Wol. Is he about?”

“You’ll see him later on. We can only have the Venue until 10.30 and we have to be out by 11. I have booked him as the Cabaret and he’s due on at 10.45. to tell us something Extremely Wise at Very Great Length. I think that we should have the place clear in five minutes, at the very most.”

“Rabbit, I have to ask. How is Pooh?”

“In all honesty, Piglet, he is really looking forward to seeing you. He never talks about it, but I always wonder what Happened between the two of you?”

“I gave him the best years of my life, Rabbit, and he threw them away like a discarded Pooh stick. I blame Walt Disney and all that Hollywood Hype. They took him over to California and they turned his head. He was an early Colin Firth, when you think about it.

You were there in the golden Age of the Original Works of Our Author. You remember when Pooh was wedged in your front door and CR had to read him  a ‘Sustaining Book, such as would help a Wedged Bear in Great Tightness’ until he slimmed down.

All the fans remember these days is that bloody gopher who was brought in to replace me for the American market and his nonsense about using Explotive Substances to free Pooh. Our Author must be spinning in his grave, even if his Descendants are still raking in the Royalties.”

“Piglet, Pooh knows that he was wrong to drop you. He’s desperate to make it up to you. Come and meet him?”

“Silly old Pooh! Lead me to him.”

Here’s Tae Us

If cwj, Sheona, JW or assorted Jock relatives of other authors look in tonight, they will recognise my title straight away. It is the first line of a typically modest and self-effacing toast which we Jocks tend to make when well out of earshot of our dearly-beloved Southron kith and kin.

In full, and translated into English:-

‘Here’s to Us. Who is like Us? Damn few and they’re all dead.’

Tonight, however, I offer the toast to all authors hereon and to a triple of individuals in particular. If that hasty Vking, Janus, had been here himself I am sure that he would be pointing out that Boa’s site is about to sail through the 150,000 hit mark.

Having done a bit of digging, I find that the oldest extant post on the site appears to be one from Ferret on 24/01/10.

https://charioteers.org/2010/01/24/fair-dinkum/

Moving on, the boy Janus harbinged the 100,000 hit on 01/10/10.

https://charioteers.org/2010/10/01/charge-your-glasses/

And here we are tonight just a tad short of 150,000 hits and with the clear certainty that we will romp past that figure by tomorrow  (GMT). I’m not quite sad enough to actually do the math(s) but it seems to me that we are going from strength to strength.

Up until now, I have been using ‘we’ purely in the collective sense but it’s time to thank the proprietorial we’s and their henchman. Thanks to Boa, Bearsy and Soutie for all their efforts. Personally, I really enjoy posting here and I trust that the 200,000 mark will be here before we know it.

And, in all seriousness, my toast is ‘Here’s to ‘Boa’s Chariot’ and to all of us.’

A Toast to a Temporarily Absent Friend

If Janus were here tonight and commenting on this post, he might well lose no time in reminding you  that circumstantial evidence exists which might tend to suggest that I am probably not one of the hastiest people in the world. Usually, however, I do get round to doing something about things eventually.

I have been checking in every so often today to see if anybody was going to wish said Viking a happy birthday so that I could concur. Doesn’t seem to be going to happen, so I would just like to send my best wishes to him for the day that’s in it, coupled with the statement that even I am getting almost impatient to see him back on the Chariot, posting away in his unique style. Continue reading “A Toast to a Temporarily Absent Friend”

The Immortal Memory

In bygone times, we male Jocks tended to go just a wee touch Neanderthal at this time of year. Not, of course, that this is a bad thing, if hmb happens to be looking in. Personally, I blame it on the long, dark nights, the need to step up the fat content of our diet even higher than usual in order to get close to feeling slightly less than cold and the Six Nations tournament with its inevitable realisation that we are doomed, yet again, to contest the wooden spoon with the Italians. Continue reading “The Immortal Memory”