Joining the back-benchers

More in sadness than in anger, I’m dragging Backside out of the glare of the front bench and joining the rest of the cherished colleagues (most of you in fact!) who also serve by only sitting and wha’ever.

It's a hard life as a backbencher: "Sir" Tricky Dicky Ottaway, left, in the House of Commons. Is he asleep? or just "resting his eyes"?

I have deleted all but a a few of my posts too, realising that therein lies no wisdom or wit but hot air enough to fill several of those big’uns.

So kindly do your worst! And IF any mildly interesting posts emerge from the mists, I might drop in and play at gadflies! Tataa.

It’s hard to make a comeback when you haven’t been anywhere

I took the summer off, basically. Well, if you can call doing two jobs, managing the house and garden and going through a family bereavement ‘taking time off’.

It was however time off from blogging.

Anyhoo I’m back. Continue reading “It’s hard to make a comeback when you haven’t been anywhere”

No nicotine in the nick

I’m sure some cherished colleagues have diplomatically mild views on how best to punish criminals.

 

But HMGov has come up with a humdinger – taking the fags away from the 80% of inmates who smoke. What a stroke of penological genius! Let’s show genuine concern for the prison environment, not to mention the health of the minders and the minded.

Backside wonders whether most of the deprived denizens will ask for transfers to Rikers island, Bang Kwang or La Sante where they could at least nurse their bruises with a quiet drag.

http://www.theguardian.com/society/2013/sep/20/smoking-ban-plan-prisons-fears-disturbances

Welcome , Marvin, to our world!

Sing along to the tune of Walzing Matilda

Boadicea’s Chariot, Boadicea’s Chariot
Cyberspace’s answer to Baden Powell’s brigade!
We’ve got cubs and we’ve got brownies
And growed-up scouts – and girl-guides too.
We are the stuff of which glory is made!

Once upon a time we chatted oop at t’Big House
And some of us left, some were booted right out!
But we followed the Bear
(Does he do it? Yes, of course he does!) –
We’re cherished and we know it and we all proudly shout:

Boadicea’s Chariot, Boadicea’s Chariot
Cyberspace’s answer to Baden Powell’s brigade!
We’ve got cubs and we’ve got brownies
And growed-up scouts – and girl-guides too.
We are the stuff of which glory is made!

The power of the people

Prime Minister David Cameron speaks during a debate on Syria in the House of Commons, central London.Just occasionally the Great British Public’s voice is heard above the political and diplomatic babble. We don’t want to fire another shot from the hip at another Arab despot whose behaviour we can’t stomach. We don’t accept the ‘findings of the security community’ as justification for intervening in somebody else’s war. We don’t do gun-boats any more or buy into the ‘judgement calls’ of an over-zealous Cabinet. We think the grand ole US of A can please its bloody self, kill some putative terrorists and regret its actions later – or not. We are separated by more than a common language from their culture, their obsession with Israel and their lack of perspective on most important issues.

PS I am reminded by WordPress that this is my 400th post popped through the Chariot letterbox. Sorry.

Blast from the past

Seated one day at the keyboard, I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys……..(sorry Adelaide)……. when suddenly I noticed a tweet about the fourth Ashes test from (fanfare) Phil Slocombe! I was transported back to the darkest days of MyT when the inimitable Qum Slo Feel (dubbed in honour of his long-sufferíng Chinese spouse resident with him in southern Spain) held forth on things sporting and topical. Had he re-emerged to cast his pearls before us once more?

No. The tweeting Mr Slocombe is a former cricketer for Somerset. A rose by any other name….. But I wonder if his namesake ever sold his house down on the Costas and returned to Chendu? Did Ron, his mate at McLaren, ever heed his advice? Did the judiciary of Chester ever appoint a better JP? Ah, the memories….