This year’s Dakar has started, and once again 2 South African Toyota Hilux’s are participating, love their ad 🙂
Toyota SA Dakar website here
2013 and Counting Down to the Vote
Could I just start by wishing all my fellow Charioteers a Good New Year? For the avoidance of doubt, this universal greeting does not constitute a discharge of my obligation to wish each and every one of you, as individuals, a GNY, as and when I first address you personally. I’ve already done a few and I know who you are if I haven’t yet.
Said obligation will persist well into the aforesaid New Year. I realise that JW alleges that there is  a cut off after 7 days but he is, of course, talking total keech. Continue reading “2013 and Counting Down to the Vote”
12th Night – Joint Pome and Piccie Comp January 2013
On her last visit to the UK the wife of the then outgoing French president was interviewed on the Beeb. “Tell us Madame de Gaulle, what do you most look forward to in retirement?” “When my ‘usband he leave ze Elysée all I want is a penis.” Her interpreter leaned forward, “I think Madame meant to say, ‘All I want is happiness.”
Fumada was not filled with happiness when she saw her Christmas present and dealt with it accordingly.
I have decided to set a single title for both the pome and piccie comps, this being ‘Happiness‘ in anticipation of a better 2013.  Interpret this as you wish. Please post any entries for either competition on this thread before 09:00 Zulu, Sunday 20th January and good luck.
OZ
All for Nothing
It was early in the fifth century, although nobody seemed too sure about exactly how early, when Dionysius Exiguus (Dennis the Short perhaps? Let’s call him Den. for short) was asked by his boss Pope John 1 to calculate the date of Easter for the next few years because the previous calculation only went as far as about 500 when the World was expected to end. (some of this may sound vaguely familiar)
Twelfth Night
I’ve been spending idle minutes trying to reconcile the arithmetic. Twelve nights after…when? 24th or 25th December? Naeh. Do it with me: (24), 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 1, 2, 3, 4, (5) = 12 nights.  So 6th Jan is a no-no.
What I’m leading up to, is that the Chariot Competitions should be starting today, not tomorrow. Are you there, Mr OZ?
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”
Postal explosion
This elegant affair  used to be attached to our house, next to the front door, until about a year ago when the powers that be ordained that all such receptacles must be at the roadside, so that Postman Pat (subtle English unisex nomenclature, not possible in Danish) could deliver the mail without stepping outside the van. So it was duly relocated and the van now made its daily ruts in the grass verge, forbidden to approach the house, even with parcels. So far, so bad.
Then at around 3 a.m. on 1st January we heard an enormous bang from the road – long after the annual fireworkfest had ended for most people hereabouts – but thought nothing of it. Just a few stragglers from a party having fun. But next morning we discovered that our fine box had been blown to smithereens – casting its various parts about 20 feet in all directions.
The telly reported later that there had been a spate of such hilarious events. My thanks go to the Post people for making it all possible.
Embran excess?
According to that organ of reliability (if not relaity sic), the DMail, Edinburghers are now surrounded by debris, presumably of haggis pelts and tattie skins. Nobody we know, I’m sure.
A sense of humour
On Hogmanay (ok New Year’s Eve for the Sassenachs) Channel 5 did a programme on the Top 50 British Comedy characters. I was pleased to see some old favourites at the top – Basil Fawlty, Blackadder, Delboy, Eddie and Patsy – but horrified when I saw some of the so-called comedy I had never watched. Many of them, TR, would definitely come into your “overrated” category. There seemed to be too many whose idea of comedy consisted of shouting obscenities as loudly as possible. Interspersed with clips from programmes, we had some pretentious thespians explaining why this was funny. The more modern, “edgy” comics seem to have no idea of timing. They should watch Hancock or Captain Mainwaring in “Dad’s Army”. I gather that some current comedians have now been accused of making obscene jokes about the Royal family and other well-known people on live TV. The Royle Family, about a bunch of unemployed and probably unemployable Scousers living on my taxes, seemed to consist of the word “arse” used over and over again. They should follow the example of Roy Barraclough and the late Les Dawson in their double act as Cissy and Ada, where any words considered unsuitable were simply mouthed. It’s much funnier. The good news is that a new series of “Yes Minister” is being planned. But what I’d find really entertaining is to see people like Jonathan Ross, Alan Carr and others of their ilk being put in the stocks and pelted with rotten vegetables. I’d enjoy doing the pelting too. We could probably start a list of those eligible, beginning with Chris Patten, the heads of ITV, Channel 4, etc.
Cannon fodder
They say that there’s a first time for everything, today is certainly the first time that I’ve sat down and watched a complete innings of test cricket over breakfast and 2 cups of coffee!
Reminiscent of that famous demolition of Australia back in 2011 (also at Newlands, 47 all out, 18 overs, 95 minutes, Philander also bagged 5!) scorecard here. The Kiwis lasted 8 balls and 5 minutes longer!
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