National pride

Our boys dunn good on Wembly nite
And gev them uvver lads wot for.
O cors they neely spoild the game
Wi’ all that silens just befor.

Oo wonts to fink about Man U,
An sum ole plane crash years ago?
Or niteclub deaths or Bobby Mor?
We came ere for the game – dint you?

Our Jack and Theo shode the way –
The Gunners – we noe oo we are!
So stuff them Chelsea mob and Spurs.
Av you got sumfin els to say?

Church vs. Church and others

It was bound to happen. A gene expert at Harvard (USA) reckons he can create a neanderthal person with some nifty lab work – and a little help from a homo sapiens female. Pretty clever, huh? Now I reckon it’s a first – an attempt to reverse the flow of human evolution, instead of all that effort to speed up its normal progress with prize-winning science and politically-correct social engineering. (Talking of which you’ll be relieved to know that the latest citizenship test for wannabe Brits would almost ceratinly outlaw half of the present incumbents, were they lucky enough to take part.)

Neanderthal Museum, Mettman, Germany

Frankly I’m shocked that Head Office in Rome and the PoW hisself haven’t mustered their legions to attack the Harvard heretic. How dare he play god, a privilege reserved for crown and clergy?

But what say you? Wouldn’t a few neandertals come in handy for light housework and other duties beneath One’s station? Definitely.

Just pride

Sometimes I’ll go a-musing
Seeking Æther’s inspiration
On paths not of my choosing
To an unknown destination.

But ‘Pride’? Some lions, a hero,
Or an anagram of di’per?
And Prejudice? (Don’t jeer, O
Muse! You know I get quite hyper.)

So back to sleep, still musing
On my quest to find a vision;
Too proud to dream of losing!
And too old to get religion.