Category: General

Zen’s Carl Sagen post made me go and find this for you, here’s what NASA have to say about it Continue reading “When Galaxies collide”

Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.
Carl Sagan

Goodnight everyone, sleep well.

Keep this in mind the next time you are about to repeat a rumour or spread gossip.

In ancient Greece (469 – 399 BC), Socrates was widely lauded for his wisdom.

One day an acquaintance ran up to him excitedly and said, “Socrates, do you know what I just heard about Diogenes?”

“Wait a moment,” Socrates replied, “Before you tell me I’d like you to pass a little test. It’s called the Triple Filter Test.”
‘Triple filter?” asked the acquaintance. Continue reading “A flaw in Greek philosophy”

Johnny Dankworth – African Waltz

And just to let you know that I am plotting to take over this place – according to whacko jako, that is:

Don’t ignore Bravo; or do so at your peril. The guy is a bag of deceit [good grief, in a few months from the head of a large American International Tobacco Company in Moscow, to having his own Team on a Security Contract when the bomb went off and “his contract” ended, a promise of a new contract in Bulgaria but now sitting at the pool in Cyprus where his whole extended family of dozens and dozens of cousins have suddenly been domiciled for generations and taking care of his new found library]; he runs The Club; the others are just his minions.

It may be convenient for him to let you think that it is the other guy because he is struggling in his battle to take the Chariot when Boadicea goes. People have latched onto the real guy; he now gets three to five comments per Post at the Chariot and not a single one in his personal WordPress Site.

That is why he has moved back into MyT, to rebuild his reputation and because he is a useless Blogger on open forums.

So, now you know.

I hope he makes it.

A James Cagney love scene is one where he lets the other guy live.
Bob Hope

Goodnight everyone, sleep well.

The Boa’s Chariot competition staggers on …

1,000 words, more (but no more than 2,000) or less, in a story that contains a compromising situation. The following words should be included: “bats” and “pungent”.

Words or pictures in whatever form suits you.

Deadline midnight GMT (01.00 am BST) on 10 August 2010.

I have mentioned previously  Paulo, pig breeder extraordinaire, from whom I buy my porco preto and boar.  Well, this year Paulo is taking a break from pig breeding (much to my chagrin and, no doubt, to the considerable chagrin of his prize stud pig and possibly the sows as well) and has turned his formidable skills to the production of geese, turkeys and guinea fowl.

Continue reading “Sleepy Sunday”

The first few nights were spent in that kibbutz, high in the hills north of Jerusalem. Had it been in modern-day Italy, it would have been described as agriturismo. Whatever, we woke each morning, strolled down to the communal dining hall and enjoyed a superb breakfast. We sat wherever we could, totally mixed in with the kibbutz workers who were all, without exception,  a joy to talk to. Mainly Sabras and possibly a wee bit full of  pride in their nation (familiar territory for Jocks) but keen to talk to us and to hear about our country.

Continue reading “What I did on my Holidays at Christmas 1981 -Part 3”