Nasty stinging things

Imagine this. You go to bed tonight and as you are settling down to sleep you hear a loud buzzing sound; there in the room with you is a large WASP with a very long sting.

Your choices are –

  1. swat it,
  2. open a window and let it out,
  3. go to sleep and hope it does not sting you.

Now personally I would go for option 1, followed by 2, but no way would I pick 3.

The reason behind this blog?

Well I just read in the paper that Qatada has been refused bail in case he absconds the country and that the police will not have the man power to keep track of him.

Surely our choices should be swat him or open the doors and let him run away from the UK to another country where he will not cost us a penny and we will be rid of him. The thought of keeping him here to sting us in the future is beyond belief.

A fishy story (or two)

We have been spending a few days in the Cevennes, but with only my little netbook, so no photographs yet.

One stop was in the little town of Florac where a gushing spring called the Source du Pecher throws itself into the Tarnon river which flows through Florac to join the Tarn just north of the town.  This spring is one of those which has never run dry according to local history and has given rise to this legend. Please do not read any farther, OZ, as it could upset you. Continue reading “A fishy story (or two)”

Wow…

This is a picture of a SINGLE , relatively simple, molecule containing just five aromatic carbon rings. It may not mean much to you, but this molecule is called olympicene for fairly obvious reasons and it is just one billionth of a metre across.

Once, when Michael Faraday was asked by a politician, “But of what use is your electricity?”, he replied , “Why, sir, one day you will be able to tax it!”. I think the same might apply here.

Olympicene

You can read more about it here.

The Cattle are lowing

Just returned from a welcome break in Yorkshire, we stayed at Beningbrough Hall in the flat above the old laundry, 8 miles from York centre..

The weather was brilliant and not at all expected, sunny and hot every day; and there was me with winter clothing. Still one stop at the retail park and all was well.

What can one say about Yorkshire, the people are always friendly, and the food is good as is the ale. The countryside is beautiful and the sites magnificent and all fairly close together so not too much driving about.

Castle Howard is really opulent and worth a visit, the staff really enjoyed their work and loved to tell us everything, a whole day spent there and in the gardens.

Other places to see Nostell priory, East Riddlesden Hall (really homely), Nunnington Hall (I could move in tomorrow) plus countless castles and Abbeys. Continue reading “The Cattle are lowing”

Probably the End of Civilisation as we knew it

Please don’t press Read More until you’ve read this

You all know me. On the Jock half full/half empty glass spectrum, I am off the scale at the opposite end to Private Fraser of ‘Dad’s Army’ fame. I just can’t do being doomed convincingly. Had Doctor Pangloss ever had the chance to impregnate Pollyanna, their issue might have got close to my usual state of mind.

But sometimes even I despair. At work today, I had occasion to view papers relating to a small Embran child. It was her first name that caught my eye.

LA-A.

I am sure that my erudite fellow Charioteers got this right away but it caught me out. I did manage to work it out eventually. Continue reading “Probably the End of Civilisation as we knew it”

Zucked!

Well well, what a surprise!

Evidently all the big playing yids managed to dump their shares at $38. or so and left the small uninformed private investors (mainly goyim) to take the losses.

Zuckerberg sold 30 million puffed shares, well now, ain’t that grand?

The cautionary tale of the Winklepicker brothers should have already alerted the share buying populace to the shady slimy dealings of baldfacedbook.

And then they wonder why society culls them every few years?  Pity we can’t have a rerun of the pogrom of York, so much more satisfying than a courtroom!

I think I’ll totter off to the greenhouse, anything to get the stink of such mendacious slime out of my nostrils.  Thank God the jews have never been plant breeders of consequence, not enough chance to gouge the rest of us I suppose!  Positively pukemaking.