Christmas in Sept.

Would you believe that on the very day that TR spotted his first Christmas tree of 2013 sparkling away in the top floor window of a local high-rise that I received a Christmas present from 2012!

Let me explain …

As I’ve mentioned previously on these pages I’d never win an audition for one of Snow White’s 7 dwarfs, (I would however make an excellent Prince Charming, but that of course is just my opinion)

No, I’m much too tall for that and happily leave those roles to shall we say the vertically challenged. Continue reading “Christmas in Sept.”

Just (or unjust) thoughts

Criminal justice is a wriggling fish. You think you’ve grasped it and then it slides away into uncertainty (at least for me).

In India endemic rape and murder are being fought with the ultimate weapon, the death penalty; while in Norway mass murder is being treated with ‘civilised’ understanding, even some attempt to teach a lesson, whatever that may be.

I know the cherished hawks here will have a ready answer but I’m really not sure which ideas are the moral way.

http://www.theguardian.com/world/2013/sep/13/delhi-gang-rape-men-sentenced-death and

http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2013/sep/12/anders-breivik-university-oslo

‘course it’s true, I read it on the internet

There’s a group of us from all walks of life that have decided we can do it without the help of Google. Well, to a certain extent anyway. We will allow ourselves to type in the full address of the respected site we want to read e.g. bbc.co.uk, wikipedia.org, mytelegraph.co.uk where the content is unimpeachably precise and enthralling. But search terms are a no-no. The reasoning for this is that there are too many lies on the unofficial domains. It’s reputed that 25% of the facts issued on the internet are false. But by checking other sources and polls it can be 55%, 72%, 9%, 18.72%. This was a simple search and was inconclusive, proving our point. Continue reading “‘course it’s true, I read it on the internet”

From Backside, alias Worried, Tunbridge Wells

Another cherished colleague may have noticed that a UK soap-opera-star has just been acquitted of offences against an anonymous female minor. So far, so good.

Except that the girl, the only ‘witness’ and supported by no forensic evidence, remained anonymous throughout the trial, seen only by the judge and counsel. Except that we, the people, have no way of knowing whether the accused even knew the girl, spent time with her during the many years he is accused of molesting her or what possible connection she claimed to have with him.

The jury, rightly, acquitted him – probably on lack of evidence. But he didn’t have the chance to be anonymous.

So I’m worried that something is rotten in the UK judicial system. I don’t condone the alleged abuse or have any reason to believe or disbelieve either party. I’m just worried.

Dontchya just love ’em?

A newly discovered painting by the peerless (and earless) Vincent Van Gogh has been dubbed ‘clogged and clumsy’, an ‘uncharismatic daub’ by a Grauniad hack. So judge for yourself.

File:Sunset at Montmajour 1888 Van Gogh.jpg

Backside reckons he would like it on his half of the wall, even if he had to excuse his affrontery whenever a self-acclaimed art journalist dropped in. Luckily, being mere punters, we are brave enough to say we like it.

http://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/jonathanjonesblog/2013/sep/10/van-gogh-sunset-at-montmajour

The day the alien saw a wedding

In the distance
Bells
Church bells
Church bells ringing
“It’s a wedding” said Magellan
“What’s a wedding? asked Marvin
“It‘s when a man and a woman join together on holy matrimony”
“But it’s two men. What is all this baloney?” Continue reading “The day the alien saw a wedding”

Poor fare at the Proms

Now that I’ve managed to calm myself down it’s time to talk about my disappointment at Saturday’s Last Night at the Proms. From the off let’s get it straight I am no classical aficionado I’m only here for the flag waving and sing-songs. When I hear classical music I automatically think of Tom and Jerry and the high jinks they’d be up to. Therefore, I only tune in when the patriotic party stuff starts. Unfortunately, it didn’t live up to previous occasions. Continue reading “Poor fare at the Proms”