Clive James is a wordsmith of the first order. For example:
http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2015/nov/21/clive-james-poets-sitwell-auden-gerbils
And he strikes a familiar chord for me, fascinated as I am by the spoken and written word, its etymology, philology and sheer existence in this otherwise technological world.
Back in the woods I’m quietly enjoying the weekend’s events. The Blacks bossed the Walabies, The Special One lost again and blamed everyone except himself and England took five early wickets.
The Janus clan graced the cinema on Thursday to catch up with Bond and throroughly enjoyed it. The mums drooled over James and Backside got hot under the collar about his latest squeeze. The film ticked all the boxes to qualify as a worthy 007 event – a kind of sport in its own right.
So let’s sit back and see if Pakistan will collapse, Lewis will win and Sunderland can get a point. Enjoy.
You don’t know who Tim Minchin is? Strewth, where have you been hiding?
He’s an Aussie comedian-pianist – a sort of Flanders and Swann rolled into one with Tom Lehrer. Born in the UK of Aussie parents, but raised in Perth WA, he’s a stalwart ginge (aka ginger or redhead).
A good few months ago, Boadicea mentioned that she had taken a visiting friend to see Uluru (Ayers Rock) and Kata Tjuta (The Olgas) and promised to post a picture of herself mounted on a camel, of which we have over a million in The Red Centre.
Of course she never got around to it.
So, thanks to Win 10 and our Homegroup, I have sneakily accessed her files across the network and published this memorable snap for the edification of fellow Charioteers.
Yes, the camel is ‘aving a larf. They do, when the mood takes them.
We recently had the Siege of Martin Place, eventually resolved by the swift execution of the Muslim nutter after he murdered two innocent hostages. We don’t muck about in Australia, given half a chance.
I didn’t post about this atrocity, mainly because I didn’t want to (tolerantly) endure any comments from misguided Charioteers who still believe that all the thousands of gruesome deaths around the world at the hands of Muslims have nothing to do with the cult of Islam, and that “most Muslims are nice people . . .” .
Like hell they are!
Now we’ve had the Charlie Hebdo killings in Paris, and again I wasn’t going to post until I heard one of our left-wing, bleeding heart, ABC TV presenters say, ” . . . but we must ask ourselves why we should want to publish cartoons that offend our nice Muslim friends . . . “. One of the others actually agreed with her – although I was encouraged that the third responded with “because we’ve been offending people with funny cartoons for centuries. It’s part of our culture.” or words to that effect.
After hearing that, I thought it might be a good idea for the Chariot to show a little positive support for Charlie, for Le Canard Enchaîné, for Private Eye, and for the multitude of other satirical publications which refuse to bow to the demands of religious gangsters of any persuasion.
Islam, its brainwashed adherents and its deluded apologists must be eradicated for the sake of a sane world where free-speech and inter-personal kindness and tolerance go hand-in-hand.
Innit?
I’d never heard of The Oz television show called Countdown nor it’s presenter Molly Meldrum, ’till now that is!
Second ODI between England and Australia.
The ninth wicket fell at 244, leaving James Faulkner and Clint McKay to face the music for the last six overs, 57 runs behind the target of 301. Now James is a recognised bowling all-rounder, but Clint is, let’s face it, a nice guy, a good fielder and a talented bowler, but he’s not quite sure what a bat is for. His batting average is about 10.
Everyone – on-field spectators (35,000 or so), media commentators, yours truly and the entire England squad – was convinced that England were just a few balls away from their first win of the tour (no, the game against the Prime Minister’s XI doesn’t count). The Barmy Army all had beautific anticipatory smiles on their faces.
Five and a half overs later, after the most enthralling demonstration of how to avoid being out by facing as few balls as possible, from Clint, and an incredible master-class on how to hit effortless fours and sixes when the chips are down, from Faulkie, we had won, with three balls to spare.
The most exciting and mind-blowing one-day-er I’ve ever watched. 😀
If you follow Aussie Cricket you’ll already know who this handsome fellow is, and what Pink Day is all about.
If you don’t, you can suss it out on The McGrath Foundation web site.
Just remember, everything’s pink today. 😀
Boadicea's Chariot 
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