Category: General

The Age of Reason

There have been a couple of interesting articles in the DT recently.

The first tells of a 5 year old boy called Zach who has decided, since the age of 3, that he is really a girl. Parents, NHS doctors and psychologists and teachers all seem to have agreed that he suffers from GID, Gender Identity Disorder. He has been officially diagnosed as such.

The second tells of a 42 year old women who engaged in consensual sex with two boys aged 13 and 14 as a reward for vandalising the car of her rival. She is being prosecuted for ‘three counts of sexual activity with a child’.  The prosecutor said, “the boys had been willing participants, but were not legally capable of giving their consent. At the age of 13 a lot of boys have hormones coursing through their veins and are perfectly capable and willing to have sex but they are mentally immature.”

So, a 5 year old boy is able to determine that he was born with a gender disorder, but two boys, 13 and 14, are not able to determine that they want to get laid.

Funny that!

In Body Only…

Some may have read my comment earlier this week that I had checked in, on-line, for my return trip to Oz on Monday morning. I was delighted to find that the flight was half empty and that I could organise a complete row of seats all to myself on both flights.

Alas! The best laid plans of mice and … I arrived at Heathrow on Monday morning, checked in for the 10.50 am flight with my over-weight baggage and was informed that a flight from Singapore had been delayed due to ‘technical’ problems and, therefore, my flight was delayed. I was given a voucher for food, and finally boarded at around 2.00 pm.

I slept most of the way and arrived in Singapore at 10.30 am – one hour after my connecting flight had left, and another 11 hours to wait for the next flight. Continue reading “In Body Only…”

Steak Tartare

Something stirred in me today. It may have been the comment from Ferret earlier this morning about raw meat and vets that did it, but I went out and bought a kilo of rminced steak, chopped up an onion, four or five cloves of garlic, various pickled gherkins, a handful of alcaparras, wassaname in English? – capers – added loads of salt, sixty four grinds of black peppercorn, cracked a fresh country egg on top and ate the lot.

I absolutely love steak tartare even more than sex and sashimi. Or is it just me?

OZ

The Bozone Layer

In an effort to kick-start my brain after years of inactivity, I have started to learn the skill of solving cryptic crosswords. Some time ago, I bought a book of Daily Telegraph puzzles and began struggling away. I know there are some who rattle through them each morning in no time at all, but never having really attempted more than a handful before, I still usually battle to get beyond half way, though I am getting better. I actually completed my first puzzle, without help, just before Christmas. Occasionally my grey cells ignite and I will get several in a few minutes, but other times I stare blankly and cannot for the life of me figure out the answers. Continue reading “The Bozone Layer”