A little Muslim kid, crying, can’t find his mother in the supermarket.
The store attendant says “What does your mother look like?”
The kid says “I have no f***ing idea!”
It’s late here on the Pacific Coast and I’ve just finished writing an essay on African culture. That said, here’s some South African music for me to fall asleep to and most of you to wake up to. Yes, it is something which I can unfortunately relate to.
As you all well know, I subscribe strictly to the ‘wogs begin at Calais’ principle.
I have been nursing my xenophobia for a good 50 years and have no intention of changing the habits of a lifetime.
Every now and again one has to stand up and be counted. Last Wednesday was such a day. I spin every two weeks with a group in one of these heritage homes, as usual, a mixed bag of people but heavy on the woolly liberal do gooding ex university lecturing variety.
One pops up with an idea that for our Christmas do gooding we should contribute to some wretched group of peasants in Peru that spin and weave for a living. Pictures were passed showing perfectly healthy, fully clothed, non starving bowler hatted ‘ladies’. Cheque books at the ready, this was greeted with enthusiasm by all and sundry.
Except me.
God was missing for six days. Continue reading “And then God created Wales”
Given so much irrelevant garbage is presented in the form of pie charts in Powerpoint Slide Shows, here is the one that is REALLY relevant. Continue reading “The best sort of pie chart”
Today’s Le Figaro had a link to this website:
http://www.slaveryfootprint.org/
You are supposed to answer questions to find out how many “slaves” you have working for you. Apart from all the complaints that this does not work on many browsers and that you have to insert an American zip code before you can answer the questions, my complaint is that the politically-correct Yanks who dreamed this up cannot differentiate between slaves and poorly paid workers. We know that slavery is still widespread in the Arab world and parts of Africa. But those who work in sweatshops, often in insalubrious conditions, usually get paid some sort of pittance.
I got onto the survey using Google Chrome, but the whole thing was so badly laid out that I gave up. But in trying to make consumers feel bad, these Americans are going about things the wrong way. Workers may be earning very little, but would they prefer to be unemployed and earning nothing? I doubt it. Why not attack the real slave trade instead of the soft target of western consumers?
Of course I love ya darling
You’re a bloody top notch bird
And when I say you’re gorgeous
I mean every single word Continue reading “Australian love poem”
Yesterday evening, our grandson and his girlfriend came to dinner. The young lady is one of the modern breed of youngsters, who are perfectly at ease with everyone – she must be it’s the second time she’s come to visit us in two weeks!
She is a teacher – and how refreshing it was to hear her say that she insists on good spelling and grammar – and how it annoys her that so many of her students don’t even know what the capital of Queensland is, let alone that Paris is the capital of France.
We in Oz do not have Winston the Dog Advertisement, but I have often wondered, when seeing it on UK TV, how many youngsters know who the ‘Real Winston’ was…
I found this article in today’s Daily Mail, and thought “Hurray” at last someone is speaking out…
Just when are we going to insist that ‘facts’ are more important than opinions.
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