At my local convenience store today.
The hitching post and buggy parking spots have been there for a while and are often used (sometimes just to leave a deposit as evidenced), the electric car charger is new and as far as I know, unused.
A few captions spring to my somewhat biased mind:
Sublime or ridiculous
Charging or discharging
Bullsh!t or horsesh!t
Nonsense or horsesense
OK, in common with several other Charioteers, I no longer have a vote in the UK – my citizenship counts for naught, except taxes.
And agreed, I am a long way away from the action – but I have read extensively on the subject and Boadicea remains close to the debate, as one would expect from a Doctor of Economic History from the LSE.
I have been impressed by the standard of debate on the Chariot, which has been streets ahead of the scare tactics and downright lies promulgated by many senior UK functionaries who really should know better.
There is a limit to the applicability and validity of too much analysis – one can easily lose sight of the big picture by searching too assiduously for the devils in the detail.
So here is the summary of my conclusions –
Everyone should vote to leave the EU, because a vote to remain betrays the individual as either corrupt (cherchez l’argent) or terminally stupid.
I’ll get my hat.
Sad to read of the departure of Victoria Wood.
A brilliantly talented woman, with faint echoes of Joyce Grenfell and a dash of Pam Ayres creeping in there somewhere.
RIP ducks – the world will miss you.
Twice this weekend Backside has laughed out loud. And I’d like to share – as they say in LA.
Wayne Rooney was thinking of naming his race horse Norfolk Enchants.
A cheese review was entitled Grate Expectations.
I am well aware that our troop of Charioteers have many languages between them, some with great fluency. I am, in comparison, a mere amateur in this game, but I love to dabble and, on occasion, play the pedant.
As an aside, before I get really stuck in, how’s your Indonesian? Mine is very limited, but I was recently reminded that if an English-speaking person says “I am sorry”, it sounds almost exactly the same as an Indonesian-speaker saying “Ayam sore”. Which can lead to all sorts of amusing outcomes, because – as I’m sure most of you know – it means “Chicken afternoon”. Almost, but not quite, Chicken Tonight – remember that? Continue reading “Le mot juste? Possibly not!”
You don’t know who Tim Minchin is? Strewth, where have you been hiding?
He’s an Aussie comedian-pianist – a sort of Flanders and Swann rolled into one with Tom Lehrer. Born in the UK of Aussie parents, but raised in Perth WA, he’s a stalwart ginge (aka ginger or redhead).
Extract from Winter Complaint by Ogden Nash
I don’t like germs,
But I’ll keep the germs I’ve got.
Will I take a chance of spreading them?
I sneeze out the window
And I cough up the flue,
And I live like a hermit
Till the germs get through.
And because I’m considerate,
Because I’m wary,
I am treated by my friends
Like Typhoid Mary.
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