Category: General

Not being military minded, nor really understanding anything about the forces other than they are a necessity. Can someone explain the logic in cutting our military forces.

If we do not have the money to keep these guys employed then surely the sensible answer is to bring them back from Afghanistan, Iraq, Libya and other place that we should not be any where near.

The money saved will keep our forces going for some time to protect our shores and people.

Or are my thoughts the mad ravings of a constipated baboon?

I read this just now:

London 2012 Olympics: Oscar Pistorius running for South Africa surely epitomises the spirit of the Games.

Now I’m torn between sincere admiration for this man’s indomitable spirit, determination and all-round ‘sod you I’m doing this,’ human resolve and the thought that his blades probably, despite the note in the article about fast-twitch muscle and the disadvantage of lacking an achilles tendon, provide a mechanical advantage over flesh-and-blood lower limbs.

No muscles in the lower legs means that the runner is less susceptible to both cramp and muscular injury – and runners in the sustained sprint of the 400 metres are apparently those most susceptible to injury. I think that I tend more towards the thought that the blades do actually confer an unfair advantage, as compared to other technological advances – better shoes, better materials for sports like the discus, javelin and pole vault that are available to all athletes. I’d be interested in the views of the charioteers on this one.

First of all, let me be the first to wish all Americans a Happy Independence Day.

Continue reading “A Great Day”

If there can be such a a thing as a ‘ponder,’ that is. I have mentioned here before a SciFi story series I have been reading – the first book in the series is ‘1632,’ by Eric Flint and you can get a legitimately free copy here.

The series is about the effects that might happen if a small American town were to be transplanted whole, by a cosmic accident, back in time to the middle of the 17th Century, in Germany. One of the story arcs concerns the effect on music (and the arts…,) when 17th century musicians and composers are exposed to, firstly, 21st century instruments, the piano in particular, and secondly, the canon of great works written in the golden age of classical music which, in 1632, had hardly begun. (By the way, the author does not fall into the error of making people, of all walks of life,) in the 17th Century any less smart or talented.)

The thought that came to mind was this – born out of reading the books, but not, I hasten to add, a theme in the stories. As a confirmed atheist, I wonder what might have been the inspiration for many of the great composers, absent the overriding presence and influence of the Church(es) in Europe? Whence the great Bach Oratorios, The Mozart Agnus Dei, and the foundations that led to the glories of the greatest of them all, Mr B himself?

All this guy wants to do is drive his Flintstone mobile on German roads!
Continue reading “Looks like the British aren’t the only over regulated nation.”

Much as I like to see the Wolf avatar in all its glory on the front page, one problem about winning a comp is the duty of setting the next.

There I was, sittimg idly on the terrace, consuming a piece of boar fresh off the barbie with a green salad and a glass of Cave Country wondering what should be the subject of the next competition. Then, out of a clear blue sky, a flock of migratory swifts appeared, diving down in Dambuster fashion to grab a drink from the pool and flying unashanedly within the pillars of the terrace.

So, I thought, SWIFT, noun or adjective, any form from limerick to plain verse to iambic pentameter. All entries to be in by midnight GMT, 15th July, the anniversary of my whelping.

Plase leave any entries here.

OZ

In my more philosophical moments, that is. How can we know whether we see colours in the same way? We can agree that something is red, and we can define the colour ‘red’ as reflected light of a wavelength of so many angstroms, but, since colour perception is not only a matter of physics, but also of interpretation by the brain, so how can we know, even though we both agree that something is ‘red,’ that what you are seeing is the same as what I see?

Now some scientists seem to agree with me 🙂

Here’s an interesting little test.

I’d like to congratulate all our poets this time round. Whether elegy, eulogy or epitaph, such passion is the stuff of poetry after all. So in order of posting, here are the seven poets with their eight poems:

Continue reading “A new laureate crowned”

Well then, not content with persecuting the peasants in London, the fascistii of the Olympics are now to persecute the athletes!
Jolly good, let the pain be shared equally, after all, they are the cause of the whole shooting match.
Evidently the Olympic pub in the athletes tower penal accommodation blocks is dry.
Even worse, the only drinks are CocaCola and Powerade, nothing else!  (Can you imagine it?){The horror of it all!!!}
And even worse than that, no food or drink can be bought in from outside into the security area.

So unless the athletes leave the village they cannot get a decent civilised meal or libation. I predict that the pubs of the East End will be doing a roaring trade!

Having viewed the videos, I gather that the accommodation will subsequently be apartments, whom for I wonder, I wasn’t aware that we were importing pygmy asylum seekers in quantity as they are patently unfit for human habitation!

It has now got to be one of my chief morning entertainments, watching the fascist stranglehold noose tighten on any poor benighted hapless creature of the UK that falls under the Olympian ukase. It gives me serious reason to give thanks that I have escaped, whatever goes on here it ain’t half as bad as there.  I wonder if there will be a rise in emigration subsequently, sentient beings considering this to be the last straw?

When is Coe going to be renamed Zeus?  I bet the ancient Athenians are spinning in their graves!

Do lightening bolts come out of his arse yet?