Piccie Comp

And breathe! Sorry for the delay, but I’ve had a week like you would not believe, the details with which I shall not disturb cherished colleagues.

Anyhoo, it rests with me to set the next piccie comp and, after JM’s ‘memorial’ topic, I have chosen the subject of ‘favourite thing(s)’. Get those cameras snapping and get the results posted by midnight Zulu on 31st March.

Good luck!

OZ

A Diatribe On Errors in Jabberwocky!

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Lewis Carroll is responsible for a grave error, they weren’t ‘toves’.  They were ‘tofus’

This lamentable lexicography has permitted the ongoing perpetration of an unimaginable horror in the borogroves of Seattle. (For those of you lacking in the intrepid exploring gene, they are similar to mangrove swamps but MUCH nastier.)

Officious, officiating officials sent forth by the Imps of ‘elf and safety’ have seized some wretched Oriental female in her den and accused her of the cardinal crime of butchering tofus stolen from the borogroves. To boot, her heinous crimes are worse. She is accused of  mistreating them in their death throws! Heating them as they die, prolonging their throes, shipping their still quivering bodies in warm death carts for human consumption and allowing their poor tortured bodies to be set upon by vermin, (four and six legged, we will come to the two legged in due course!). Continue reading “A Diatribe On Errors in Jabberwocky!”

Habemus Papam . . .

Well the new guy in Rome must be OK as he is going down like a lead balloon with the Grauniad!  They have lost no time at all hitching him to the Junta, how utterly predictable.

I can imagine his reception will be lukewarm in the UK all round with the Falklands scenario too, or the Malvinas as he would have it.

Interesting, the first Jesuit ever, so aesthetic personally, intellectually and doctrinally right wing and socially left wing. A curious mixture.  So that will shake the roots of the queer cabal running the Vatican, wonder if that is one of the reasons they gave it to him quite so fast?  Only two days to give it to a New World Jesuit?  Strikes me they wanted that job off their hands PDQ!

From what I have read, as a person, he really does remind me of Chavez (the dead Venezuelan), if that is so, that will set the cat amongst the pigeons to see personal austerity at the Vatican and the curtailment of perks for Cardinals and big wigs.

I wish him well, he has a hard row to hoe to clean out such extensive Augean stables!

Easter poetry competition

Yes, it’s a special Easter this year, with a new man at the Italian Head Office n’ all. Such stuff that poets’ dreams are made on indeed!

But let’s not confine our flights of fancy to an Argentinian supernaturalist or those nibbled chocolate animals – however much we feel for them.

Continue reading “Easter poetry competition”

Laptop thief

Hee hee, I just love this picture which was on the front page of my daily read yesterday 🙂

The low life handcuffed to the guard rail was racing away from his victim when he lost control of his car. It flipped 3 times in the air and then rolled a further 3 times before stopping, that’s the car in the background. Our cops apparently dragged him out, attached him to the guardrail before allowing medics near him. (News report here)

Results of the Poetry Competition

Sorry for the delay but here are the eagerly awaited (by Janus anyway), and hastily composed results of the February/March Poetry Competition.

Thank you all for your contributions, and PapaG – although yours was too late to be included in the judging – I did enjoy reading your topical verse. Continue reading “Results of the Poetry Competition”

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.