Johnny finally acknowledges what we all knew and hangs up his International boots…
To say I have played through four World Cups, two Lions tours, 91 international games and a ridiculous number of injuries and other setbacks gives me an incredibly special feeling of fulfilment.
Not a bad achievement at all, I would hazard to say.
Thank heavens I no longer live there. I feel very sorry and concerned for those of my rellies that still do.
Three Muslim tarts beat up a white girl, pulling her hair out and kicking her while she was on the ground, and shouting “Kill the white slag” (it’s all on video). Their defence was Islam. And the frigging judge let them go free.
Meanwhile, a slightly ‘touched’ English girl is imprisoned and her children taken away because she said things on a tram. Words – nothing more.
What a horrible cesspit of a country. A nation of politically correct apologists for Islam, motivated entirely by fear. Anyone feel like defending it?
When I ask, did it become acceptable to arrest anyone for something you think they might do?
Somewhere along the line the gubmint has managed to engender such fear, that it seems perfectly natural to arrest people in the street who are totally innocent of any crime what-so-ever.
I am not an EDL supporter folks, I find their tactics distasteful. However, they do have the right to peaceful protest in exactly the same way as anyone else in this country. According to this story, they were standing in the street and paying their respects in exactly the same manner as every other member of the public. Continue reading “Hang on a cotton pickin’ minute May.”
Scene One: Castel Sant’Angelo, the Library.
He looked at Simon, the picture of despair, his elbows resting on the other side of the desk, his head in his hands.
What the hell are you going to do, Simon? It’s make your mind up time, I need some sleep. Are you going to marry her or what? Frankly, it’s a bit bloody late in the day to be having this conversation. We’re supposed to be at the church in precisely seven hours.
Ed, I just wanted to be normal, you know, not the target for stupid jokes from bigoted nutters. Jesus, I haven’t done it since I was seventeen. Do you know what that feels like? Always hiding, pretending to be something I’m not. Look, Edward, just give me the bloody key; this may be my last chance!
Edward shook his head sadly as Simon just groaned again and poured himself another brandy. Edward took the key from the desk, opening the windows and raising his eyebrows, stood clear, and tried again to get through to his brother.
Who was it said “The one charm about marriage is that it makes a life of deception absolutely necessary for both parties.”. Just don’t do anything stupid, and I really think you should tell Kate if you are determined to go through with this. It’s her life too, you know.
Oscar Wilde? Simon responded automatically.
No, I can’t let her go and I can’t …
Simon hurled the glass in the direction of the fireplace , unfurled his wings and flew slightly unsteadily out of the open window. Continue reading “A Match made in Heaven: Short Story Competition.”
I am a regular reader of the ABC’s Drum – a fact that probably leaves most of you cold unless you happen to recall the occasional article that I have linked here for your amusement.
Most of the time the articles are too specifically Australian to be worthy of exposure on The Chariot, but today there is a beaut inspired by the imminent arrival of Betty and Phil in Canberra this evening for a short visit which will, at last, include Brisbane, and will culminate in the opening of CHOGM in Perth in ten days time.
Strangely, the piece – entitled “Long to reign over us – God save the Republicans” – was not written by an Aussie, but by an antipodean-savvy Brit; it’s a lament for the failure of republicanism in both countries, and a damning, but amusing, indictment of the movement’s shortcomings.
Having chuckled, I decided that I needed to learn more about this bilingual Brendan O’Neill, so I did a little armchair surfing. It turns out that the gentleman is the editor of Spiked, a UK web-site vaguely similar to the Australian Punch, a source that has also been linked here to the dismay of our more restrained members.
Now, this is where the story really takes off.
Man jailed for racist internet post
A man who used a social networking website to post sectarian comments about Catholics and Celtic supporters has been jailed for eight months.
Stephen Birrell, 28, from Glasgow, was also handed a five-year football banning order at Glasgow Sheriff Court for writing the comments on a Facebook page titled Neil Lennon Should Be Banned.
Sentencing him, Sheriff Bill Totten said the courts had to send “a clear message to deter others who might be tempted to behave in this way”.
One of the comments, posted a day before a Celtic v Rangers game on March 2 this year, read: “Hope they all die. Simple. Catholic scumbags ha ha.”
Two days after the match, he wrote: “Proud to hate Fenian tattie farmers.”
Unbelievable!
I have no idea if there is more to this story than meets the eye; yes, the comments are not pleasant but one reads such things on the internet on a daily basis.
On the one hand I applaud a stand against this sort of idiocy, but a custodial sentence seems to be quite draconian.
No, not my opinion, for I know nothing of Rugby Union – or of Rugby of any flavour, come to that. But in pursuit of Cuprum‘s vehement assertions, I have diligently perused the Australian media and distilled their informed views – which include the hindsight realisations of both the Wallabies captain and coach – into my headline.
Rather than attempting to understand the finer points of the articles and to précis their wisdom – a course of action that would be highly unwise for a Rugby rabbit – I present my evidence as links –
So whichever way you look at it – sorry Cuprum, but you were wrong. In spades.
We was wubbish! 😥
Yes, I know it’s my third post of the day.
It is rare to find Sipu and Janus agreeing; it is almost miraculous for me to agree with both of them. But on this occasion I have to say that they have a point. Such a fundamental point that our honoured leader, Boadicea, might even consider it for inclusion in her site guidelines. They have chimed a chord, they have struck the right note, they have sung in harmony.
“WTF”, I hear some of you cry, “is Bearsy on about?”
The rest of you might exclaim, with greater decorum, “My goodness!”
Let me ease you gently from those tenterhooks and explain.
S & J (or is it J & S) have recently concluded that the enjoyment of posting comes primarily from the writing; from that solitary feat of authorship. Furthermore, they have jointly recognised that the success of a post is a matter to be judged by the author alone.
How liberating! I heartily commend their philosophy. 😀
Scapegoating is the practice of singling out any party for unmerited negative treatment or blame. A scapegoat may be a child, employee, peer, ethnic or religious group, or country. A whipping boy or “fall guy” is a form of scapegoat.
Linky thing.
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