What is it with Hillary and Northern Ireland?
She just can’t keep away – even when she’s in charge of her country’s foreign relations and the happenings in a small part of a relatively friendly European state must be of minor significance – both personally and politically.
RIP Dave Brubeck http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/2012/dec/05/jazz-dave-brubeck
Bravo’s recent ‘Moments’ post got me thinking about those milestone moments we all recall from time to time and today’s DT article about Oxbridge interviews pealed another round in my belfry.
Fifty two years ago, come the week before Xmas, I took the train for a 48-hour stay at the college which had invited me, a callow 17 year old from the grammar school, for their ‘scholarship’ exams. It was perishingly cold, despite an extra sweater under my school suit and mac, and it was almost dark as the porter showed me to a dismal, first-floor room in the far reaches of the college buildings. Continue reading “Plus la même chose”
Oz is right. Why wait a whole month when most cherished poets sally forth with their offerings within a couple of weeks? And nobody is going to versify after 19th December anyway; with all that huntin’, shootin’, fishin’, cookin’, shoppin’ and suppin’ to take care of, until twelfth night at the earliest.
Continue reading “Yuletide poetry competition – 19th December 2012”
I can’t resist a lap of honour, a sliding swallow-dive and a clenched fist salute on behalf of the lads! So much for the Kiwi war-dance and scary reputation today! (Didn’t see the match but hey! a win’s a win.)
Apart from a white-knuckle landing at Stansted, my sojourn in England was a study in the indulgence of the aged. I was ferried and fêted to my heart’s content and entertained royally by the eight grandchildren, who are already preparing their wish-lists for the upcoming season. One twelve-year-old, engrossed in her maths homework, enquired what I had studied at university because she needed some help! Luckily neither of us was embarrassed by my efforts.
I commented at 7.57 and dropped in this evening to discover that eleven hours have passed – with no further comments at all.
LW has posted an ad for his pome comp but otherwise I am all alone – with only Backside for company.
If you have something to tell me, whether it concerns my person or my politics, just do it. A single voice will cheer me up disproportionately.
I’m popping orf to Olde Englande on the morrow for a gathering of the clan. So naturally my thoughts turned again to Justin Wellby, who has received his first hospital pass even before he starts his new job. It seems a bit odd really, although that may be because I am not privy to the inner workings of Lambeth United.
Boadicea's Chariot 
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