War and What Follows.

I read in the Telegraph today that there is some dispute concerning the centennial of the start of the Great War next year. The United Kingdom, of Europe but not in Europe, is inclined to mark the event as a memorial to those who died serving their country and their empire. (Lest it be forgotten, Asian Indians, West Indians, Africans, etcetera all fought on the side of Britons from the mother country and from the domains overseas) On the continent, especially in Germany, events will be more muted. The war will rightfully be treated as a tragic and unnecessary event with the horrid addition of the celebration of the EU as the institution that spared Europe another major war since the inception of its first ancestor in 1957. (Never mind that the Conference of Vienna provided something resembling peace in Europe for almost a century. Interestingly enough, some 30 years or so after the end of the Napoleonic Wars the Revolutions of 1848 tore through Europe much like the social upheavals of 1968 tore through the continent/world) Diplomatic pressure is being put on the UK to avoid having too triumphant an approach, particularly by Germany with the veiled threat that co-operation on reforms of the EU might not be so forthcoming. Were one to consider only political concerns this would alone be rancid. In general different views of the same events can be accommodated; the perceptions of the victors, losers and those on the periphery all have a place. Threatening political/diplomatic repercussions for this threatens the very existence of free debate.

Few celebrate the death and destruction of a generation (though I will freely admit to having no shortage of contempt for the European obsession with the death tolls of European wars. Per capita Japan’s civil wars, the Hawai’ian Wars of Unification, the US Civil War, Chinese civil wars/dynastic changes, etcetera killed far more without the ensuing political insanity. The Battle of Dan-no-Ura killed 400,000, for example). However, the British view is more realistic – and healthy. Most understand that Germans were fighting for their country, empire and its interests as much as Britons were for theirs. As an historian, the taking hostage of historical fact for the purpose of politics is frightening. It is certainly not unprecedented, but it is dishonest both intellectually and methodologically. It also seems aimed at obscuring the fact that the continent has not learnt the lessons of the wars of the twentieth centuries. Rather than trying to find something that somehow provides stability, Europe seems intent on returning to the 16th century politically hoping that what failed then will not fail now. (Incidentally, the 17th century Thirty Years War was also highly destructive and resulted in something far saner)

How Things Change …

Bangers and Mash

When I arrived in Australia, some 23 years ago, one of the first things I learnt was that sausages were never called bangers.   Their colloquial name, all over the Lucky Country, was snags.   Never mind why, or what that word means to you in other contexts, in Orstrayia, saussies are snags.   Full stop, end of discussion.

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Death of a Mackerel

All of the following is true. Just so you know.

Not once in my life have I ever gone fishing. I just don’t see the point in it; fishing means as much to me as rugby or golf or gardening. My son’s future father-in-law is a devoted fisherman and a very nice man. We have lots in common and have always got on like a house on fire. At get-togethers we’re as close as clams. Umpteen times he has asked me if I would like to angle with him. After giving him the old Harvey Smith gesture and behaving like a stubborn show jumping horse by pulling up before the fence- refusal, refusal, I relented and agreed to go fishing for the one time with the proviso that I might go back for more if it were my cup of coffee. Continue reading “Death of a Mackerel”

Home – August 16 – (Day 73)

Planned to start from Cape May Harbor at low tide (9:30 am) and let the incoming flood wash us swiftly up Delaware Bay.   When I checked the depth at 7:30 we had 3.6 feet of water (just enough to float)  rather than wait for LOW tide we decided to get going while we could.

 Out of the harbor, through the Cape May Canal (about four miles, no locks), past the ferry terminal, always wise to be cautious here, the ferries are big, and when they back out you get one sharp blast of the horn and they are moving, this one was still pushing in against the ramp..

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I knew it!

As Backside anticipated (he’s good at that), the Diana saga is not yet over, despite the predominance of fat ladies (and gentlemen) singing far too soon.

Would you be surprised if an SAS unit had been ordered to sort out the little problem of Diana consorting with the son of a rich, Arab persona non grata? Are you surprised to learn that Big Ears has his own ‘placements’ among the staff of several Ministries?

Yes, of course, but the facts might yet shake your convictions.

Poetry Comp

I put this in a comment in the August Poetry Competition, but no one seems to have noticed it. Not that I am egotistical or anything, but I hope it might encourage some others to have a go!

Summertime

Summertime, the time for clouds,
Summertime, the time for crowds,
This means it’s time to reach
A tiny area of the beach.

Manky deck chairs squash your thumbs,
Solid benches numb your bums
The rain falls relentlessly
To bugger the al fresco tea!

Yellow sand just all around
It’s dodgy to sit on the ground
The sand finds each nook and cranny
Especially those of dear old Granny.

The wind blows almost everywhere
Causes the ancient windbreak to tear.
To inflate the lilo is just enough
To make you run out of puff.

Now the floods begin to flow
It really is just time to go
Now the bit to break your heart,
The bloody car won’t start!

A pessimist, moi? 🙂

Welcome to the 21st century

I remember when then head of S.A. cricket Dr Ali Bacher (whom I watched play back in the ’69 series against OZ) convinced Panasonic to install cameras at our grounds way back in the ’70’s. There were 2 cameras at each end to help the umpires with run-out decisions, we called them “Pan-eyes” How things have changed since then!

Rugby, athletics and tennis have been using technology for years as have almost every other major sport with the exception of football, ’till now that is.

So then, are we finally going to get those crucial offside decisions which often affect the outcome of many games sorted? Sadly not! Continue reading “Welcome to the 21st century”

Beware

Dear Cherished Colleagues

I am writing to you for the first time from outside The Cave, namely from the cafe in the village that has just become an internet hotspot (or whatever you call it). This is ace as I can now ride the Chariot and have a beer at the same time. Who said thick-pawed wolves couldn’t multitask?

Anyway, to business. The reason I am here is because I have been hit by something called malware. I was called just before Christmas by somebody in London purporting to be from Windows who claimed I had big problems with my OS and that they could help. It was all very, very plausible until the barsteward asked for credit card details, at which point I put the phone down. Now he may have been a Nigerian prince I don’t know, but even I would not give such details to some stranger who rang me. Then, a month or so ago, my computer warned me that its disc was full and that it was infected. The messages looked like genuine Microsoft error messages and invited me to follow procedures to recover disk space. After about four steps the program required money to eradicate further files.

It took a French friend of mine with a geek IQ quotient way off the scale four beers to decontaminate my poor computer and it is now bug free and which is why I’m still in the cafe.

So, be warned.

OZ