Be careful what you wish for

Cherished readers from other climes may not fully appreciate the delicacy of this. But it is with some trepidation that I dare to post on the topic of North Britain because a wrong word might lead to a punch-up – or even worse, a Glasgow kiss.

You see the Independent Tendency north of the Border (or perhaps north of Hadrian’s Wall) fancy going it alone in the new, globalised environment. But mine not to reason why they choose now as opposed to some future time when there might just be enough wonga about to pay for it all. They want a referendum in 2014, 700 years after the Battle of Bannockburn, which history records was a defeat for the English. A fitting date, they aver. Continue reading “Be careful what you wish for”

Now that’s my kinda President

Eric Cantona has asked French mayors to back his bid for President of the Republic

That’s the problem with monarchy – we never get a chance to be ruled by a man of the people like Eric. He’s passionate, popular and apolitical and wasn’t a bad footballer either. Angela Merkel would swoon in his presence too. Best of all, if he came across Mandelson he’d kung fu him bigtime*!

* a reference to Eric’s treatment of an abusive spectator when he was red-carded.

Half cut

I’m always intrigued by the nanny state’s efforts to control my consumption of alcohol. For years they’ve published guidelines like ‘no more than 3 or 4 units a day’ – which I reckon is hardly table stakes for anybody who enjoys a drink! I mean, I like a half or two before lunch and a glass or two of red with the meal – so that blows my quota for the whole day, branding me a soak beyond redemption!

William Hogarth

Courtesy William Hogarth

And (wait for it) the latest advice is that the old ‘units per day’ advice misleads us into thinking that a drink every day is OK. It ain’t (allegedly). We should have two alcohol-free days a week. So far nanny hasn’t stipulated which days of the week but no doubt she will.

Am I misguided in thinking that almost everything we consume is inherently bad for us if consumed to excess? Even our cups of tea, daily greens and doctor-repelling apples? So why pick on my daily tipple for special attention? Nanny is already taxing it out of sight.

For more sage words, see http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/health-16443240. Thank you.

Now that’s what I call conscription

I was swapping life stories with a new friend, Jørn the other day. He’s a Dane who was born in Flensburg, just south of the current border with Germany, in 1938. His family had lived there for many generations, during which time his hometown had been both north and south of the border! But they lived in a Danish-speaking community. Continue reading “Now that’s what I call conscription”