A sense of humour

On Hogmanay (ok New Year’s Eve for the Sassenachs) Channel 5 did a programme on the Top 50 British Comedy characters.  I was pleased to see some old favourites at the top – Basil Fawlty, Blackadder, Delboy, Eddie and Patsy – but horrified when I saw some of the so-called comedy I had never watched.  Many of them, TR, would definitely come into your “overrated” category. There seemed to be too many whose idea of comedy consisted of shouting obscenities as loudly as possible.  Interspersed with clips from programmes, we had some pretentious thespians explaining why this was funny.  The more modern, “edgy” comics seem to have no idea of timing.  They should watch Hancock or Captain Mainwaring in “Dad’s Army”. I gather that some current comedians have now been accused of making obscene jokes about the Royal family and other well-known people on live TV.  The Royle Family, about a bunch of unemployed and probably unemployable Scousers living on my taxes, seemed to consist of the word “arse” used over and over again.  They should follow the example of Roy Barraclough and the late Les Dawson in their double act as Cissy and Ada, where any words considered unsuitable were simply mouthed.  It’s much funnier.  The good news is that a new series of “Yes Minister” is being planned.  But what I’d find really entertaining is to see people like Jonathan Ross, Alan Carr and others of their ilk being put in the stocks and pelted with rotten vegetables.  I’d enjoy doing the pelting too. We could probably start a list of those eligible, beginning with Chris Patten, the heads of ITV, Channel 4, etc.

Underrated: B Keeper

There are poetry workshops up and down the country and there are many poetry competitions going strong- some in places you would never imagine- yet still school children are taught the metrical classics of all the usual suspects. There are a couple of little-known rhymeteers out there that should be put into the syllabus. One such poet is the daring, modern, superbly sculpted pastoral poems of Mr B Keeper. Continue reading “Underrated: B Keeper”

Overrated: Joan Collins

The right wing journal, Standpoint Magazine, has two monthly features written by different columnists entitled Overrated and Underrated. These essays highlight the good points and bad points of various political and historical figures. I don’t do politics so I’ll pass on that one, Magnus; I’ll stick to the low brow. Other Charioteers are invited to indulge in over/under rated articles of their own. It would be interesting to read of their heroes and villains and could bring about lively debate. Continue reading “Overrated: Joan Collins”

A wave from The Bay

Shannon Kahn and Berni Freeman wishing all a happy 2013

And a Happy New Year from me too.

This delightful picture by Mike Holmes wishing readers a Happy New Year graces the front page of my daily read today, taken at Hobie Beach right in the heart of the Port Elizabeth promenade.

I thought it too good not to share.

Tony Greig

1946 – 2012

Born just up the road in Queenstown, educated at Queen’s College, a legend in these parts.

It was always evident in his commentary how proud he was of Daryll Cullinan and Justin Kemp, both Proteas, both products of Queen’s College but perhaps he kept his greatest accolades for Makhaya Ntini, a product of Dale College, located in nearby King William’s Town, a school with close ties, rivalry and camaraderie with Queen’s

I had the pleasure of attending a breakfast with Tony Greig, it was apparent that he loved his trips here and the company of fellow South Africans.

His commentary sessions with Benaud, Lawrie and Chappell are legendary, always balancing the Aussie spin.

Nothing would have given him more satisfaction than the recent Proteas series win, he might have played for and captained England, lived in Australia but I suspect his heart was always here.

Done Brown

My Redneck Christmas tree, an annual fixture on the Creek for a few years has been challenged by a monstrous interloper.  Under cover of darkness, my neighbor, all six feet two of her, has erected a twelve feet tall ILLUMINATED inflatable Santa on the end of her dock.  Here they are mocking  my delicate and tasteful annual Christmas exhibit.

What is Christmas coming to.

Humour will be forbiden in 2013

I see in today’s Telegraph they are thinking of prosecuting the 2 DJ’s who made the hoax call to the hospital Kate was staying in. Come on it was a prank, they phoned up with Australian accents and got through to the ward, so far no problem.

Yes a nurse topped herself, but we don’t know why, and even if she did so because of the telephone call then she must have been mentally unstable.

If they prosecute them then that opens the door to anyone being prosecuted for a harmelss joke or prank, no more candida camera type shows, commedians no longer allowed to take the rise out of someone, no spitting image or Beadles about (okay for this I would be thankful, I hated that bloke), no more Basil saying “He is from Barcelona” or Baldrick’s cunning plan..

We have already forgotten how to laugh, now it will be forbidden to laugh.

For goodness sake get over it, it was a joke and no harm was meant.

Romancing the wind

Quite remarkable

Here’s what I got with the link…

“The guy flying the 3 kites is in his 80s, and he’s from Canada. He comes to the Washington State International Kite Festival every year. His skin is like leather as he normally flies with his shirt off. He is deaf, so when he flies we hold our hands up and wave them for applause. He flies 2 with his hands and the 3rd one is attached to his waist. Enjoy!

You must watch to the end to see the amazing landing of that last kite!’

21/12/2012

So if the world is going to end tomorrow, what should I wear?  “Something apocalyptic”  says husband.  But I’ve got my outfit for the wedding on Sunday and if  Sunday isn’t going to happen, can I wear my new dress tomorrow? At the risk of spilling something on it, of course, and then what, when Saturday dawns as usual? Can’t just shove it in the machine.

Frankly all this “end of the world” stuff is annoying and I think the Mayans got it wrong.  As husband points out, they didn’t make it past the 9th century themselves.  And look at that date!  It’s not right.  21/12/2112 would be more suitable.  And new granddaughter greeted us with her first, or possibly last, smile today.

If they did get it right, however, I would like to say farewell to all cherished colleagues here.  If they got it wrong, then I’d like to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Guid New Year to yin and a’.