It seems Ms May has stuck her wrinkly neck out again.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-23790578
I am all for police powers to detain suspect terrorists, don’t get me wrong. But this is a clear cut case of abuse of power and I will bet a pound to a pinch of poo that no copper made the decision to hold the Guardianistas boyfriend for 9 hours on such flimsy grounds. Continue reading “Reds Under The Bed?”
My friend had started a new job and he had taken to it like a smudge on a Polaroid print. All his colleagues are a good laugh and relations are great in the workforce, he said. The camaraderie is such that they spend a lot of their leisure time together as well. They had planned an evening out at a posh hotel. They were always going places and meeting up. Eager to meet these funny, interesting individuals I asked if I could come along.
“But you don’t know anyone,” said my friend “ You’ll just be sitting in the corner laughing at all the jokes.” Continue reading “For my next trick”
All Ferret’s fault (here,) they reckon I bought this in 1970. Is this the first time that I’ve posted this? I hope so 😉
It seems our crack gun squad federales have bagged themselves a perp who was brandishing a shooter in the manor of Walthamstow.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-23775776
“No probs” I hear you say. “The slag had it coming” and I would be inclined to agree.
But..
This particular perp, was not scraped off the kerb and bagged as exhibit A, nor was he bundled into a coroners van and carved up down the morgue. He was put into an ambulance and is now under close arrest in hospital. i.e. he is still breathing. According to the feds, he has gunshot wounds to the arms!!!
Back in the day when they were dumb enough to trust me with bullets, the rules of engagement were very clear on the matter.
When Warner and Rogers left the pavilion separately this morning to bat at the Oval, a commentator was reminded of the days of the Gentlemen and Players, who disappeared (allegedly) from English cricket 50 years ago.
So I found this piece from Wisden which tells the tale.
http://www.espncricinfo.com/wisdenalmanack/content/story/573224.html
PS as I write, Warner is out for 6. Is he an amateur?
Seated one day at the keyboard, I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys……..(sorry Adelaide)……. when suddenly I noticed a tweet about the fourth Ashes test from (fanfare) Phil Slocombe! I was transported back to the darkest days of MyT when the inimitable Qum Slo Feel (dubbed in honour of his long-sufferíng Chinese spouse resident with him in southern Spain) held forth on things sporting and topical. Had he re-emerged to cast his pearls before us once more?
No. The tweeting Mr Slocombe is a former cricketer for Somerset. A rose by any other name….. But I wonder if his namesake ever sold his house down on the Costas and returned to Chendu? Did Ron, his mate at McLaren, ever heed his advice? Did the judiciary of Chester ever appoint a better JP? Ah, the memories….
(Apologies to Jay Dubya about the weegie stereotype but he cracks me up.)
The Beeb are most definitely over egging the pudding. In fact I would say there isn’t any pudding just egg.
Apparently this year there is going to be some kind of sports afternoon in ol’ Rab’s neck o the woods.
Yesterday the website selling tickets opened for business then promptly had a seizure and shut down again. The Beeb reports “because of the overwhelming demand … yada yada yada”. It turns out, there were 16,000 people trying to get a ticket. Most of those will be corporates and touts looking to make a quick shilling no doubt and yes some of them will be genuine fans of sport who would like to watch some pillock throw a stick further than another pillock.
Here’s the eggy bit. The Weegie website fell over because 0.025% of the UK population tried to use it. 16K out of 64 million people doesn’t exactly sound like a stampede to me, but the Beeb reckon its a landslide.
On the flip side of the coin. A wee note tae a’ ye sweaties who wad be free.
If you can’t even put together a www page for a “global event” that can withstand a miniscule portion of people looking sideways at it before it self destructs, perhaps being expected to tie your own shoelaces is not for you. Maybe you had better leave things like running a country to the grown ups.
from the Edinburgh fringe
I was poking around the property yesterday and listing all the jobs to be done, trim this, cut that wash this, oil that. All the result of long absence and hired lawn care, when I came upon two giants in the side yard. 
Trees, or at least large bushes, about five feet tall and five or six across. They were definitely not there when I left.
Somewhere deep in a meadow,
way back in time,
there’s a land I call summer,
safe in a childhood rhyme.
Somewhere deep in my mem’ry,
Skies are blue,
And the dreams that I dared to dream
Really did seem true.
Someday I’ll wish upon a star
And wake up on a haystack far
Behind me.
I’ll gaze up at the sky above
and know my time is bound in love –
That’s where you’ll find me.
Somewhere over the distant hill
I lie
E-ver safe in a summer’s love
In a time gone by.
Boadicea's Chariot 
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