Ask not what you can do for your country. Ask what’s for lunch.
Orson Wells.
Ask not what you can do for your country. Ask what’s for lunch.
Orson Wells.
The surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that it has never tried to contact us. ~ Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes Continue reading “My Type of Quotation”
From today’s E.P.Herald.
My thoughts were with our suicide blogger today!
Global Warming; a lesson.
So, Bea decided, it was actually happening!
What to do?
Now Bea, not a scientist or a particularly sharp cookie, had made up her mind. She was not entirely convinced, but given an element of doubt, she decided to err on the side of caution.
No, not the SCA (that’s a story for another time). It’s just the people at Sporcle, outdoing themselves in the creative chuckling department. I got 14/19 and 16/20 respectively.
120 million viewers all over Europe (mostly) watched the finals of the 55th annual Eurovision Song Contest, live from Oslo, Norway, last night. As usual, there was satisfaction and grumpiness, depending on which camp one was cheering for, but overall it was a big, colourful, fun party. According to veteran UK commentator Sir Terry Wogan, ‘Eurosong’ is not a contest at all. It’s a music fair; a gathering for European countries to showcase and celebrate their music to the rest of the continent. There is an element of competition thrown in, to keep things interesting, but deep down it’s a party, meant to be fun and not taken seriously.
For the record, here are the results, including snippets from the top performances of the evening, for the Sunday recreation of the rest of the world.
A little before nine o’clock on the morning of the 19th of May 1536, Anne Boleyn was executed on a low scaffold inside the Tower of London’s walls.
The execution had been timed for the previous day, but it was hoped that if the exact time were unknown there would be few spectators. Anne had requested decapitation by the sword, rather than an axe, a French custom, and Henry had agreed. She had, as always, dressed for the occasion: a grey damask robe with a low neck and her hair tied in a net. She had been granted permission to speak and although her words have been variously reported all agreed that she claimed to have ‘come to die and not to preach’ and that she blamed no man for her death.
Her head and trunk, placed in a plain coffin, were buried in front of the altar of the Tower Chapel. The place was not marked.
Part Three: Strangers from afar
One sunny day in early spring
Monty heard his mobile ring.
Half asleep and still abed,
He answered, and a small voice said:
“Have you room for any more?
They’ve just arrived and very poor.
They came ashore not long ago;
They seem quite lost and spirits low: beware, you have been warned->
My son is helping in the kitchen garden at school as one of his AOB activities. He came home yesterday with a selection of radishes which are delicious.
“Slight slug damage,” he says.
“That’s OK, ” I reply, trimming off the bits that look nibbled.
“Mrs S says we’re going to get some of those slug frogs.” Continue reading “Slug frogs”
Many thanks to Christina and Soutie – I entirely agree with you.
An explanatory post will follow in a few hours time.
But on which site are you going to post it, Bearsy? (smiley thing).
Night night!
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