Bugger his Mary Poppins hobbies, I represent the Falklands branch!
Category: The Dark Side
Fusion Ferret
It’s day 1 in the Big Beloved Bruvva Conclave and surprise surprise, the chimney spewed black smoke. Is this why I am more miffed than Chris Huhne’s milkman? Hell no.
What has gripped my ample furry rump is this. Continue reading “Fusion Ferret”
Toldjyer so!
Cherished archive-trawlers will discover that when the Savile scandal broke last year I said his crimes were common knowledge oop narth!
It now transpires that in 1964 he was accused and allowed by police to ‘walk’ because of his celebrity.
Not long after, the stories were whispered widely around Leeds and I heard them first from a friend who worked at the big hotel where all the ‘stars’ used to stay.
As time went by, his appearance anywhere was heralded by the same whispers and for me the greatest scandal is that nothing was ever done about them to in his lifetime.
Church vs. Church and others
It was bound to happen. A gene expert at Harvard (USA) reckons he can create a neanderthal person with some nifty lab work – and a little help from a homo sapiens female. Pretty clever, huh? Now I reckon it’s a first – an attempt to reverse the flow of human evolution, instead of all that effort to speed up its normal progress with prize-winning science and politically-correct social engineering. (Talking of which you’ll be relieved to know that the latest citizenship test for wannabe Brits would almost ceratinly outlaw half of the present incumbents, were they lucky enough to take part.)
Frankly I’m shocked that Head Office in Rome and the PoW hisself haven’t mustered their legions to attack the Harvard heretic. How dare he play god, a privilege reserved for crown and clergy?
But what say you? Wouldn’t a few neandertals come in handy for light housework and other duties beneath One’s station? Definitely.
Bean setting
Backside must have had the last word in my misspent youth (fl. 1959) when I was persuaded to join the morris dancers. It was a change from country (correctly ‘contre’) dancing which the youth club favoured in them days (just imagine!).
Another Lowe point for the Beeb
The investigative journalists missed this one. Foul four on them. After much searching of my own I have uncovered a scandal from the seventies that will bring more shame to the disgraced BBC. For this one there should be arrests. There was a TV programme that conned viewers into thinking that what we were watching was for real. Yet the balls never lie. Continue reading “Another Lowe point for the Beeb”
A caption or two to end the year perhaps?
Little Yuletide Eve
That’s today oop ‘ere: 23.12. Not sure how it started but when you think about it, it’s a smart idea. The big family event in these parts is tomorrow evening, but elsewhere that means quite often that half of the in-laws would have to wait until next year. But starting today means everybody can be fitted in every year! (I’ll leave cherished charioteers to decide if that’s necessarily a good thing!) SKÅL!
It was four runs, I tell you
While the cat’s away
Apart from a white-knuckle landing at Stansted, my sojourn in England was a study in the indulgence of the aged. I was ferried and fêted to my heart’s content and entertained royally by the eight grandchildren, who are already preparing their wish-lists for the upcoming season. One twelve-year-old, engrossed in her maths homework, enquired what I had studied at university because she needed some help! Luckily neither of us was embarrassed by my efforts.
Boadicea's Chariot 
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