I can’t resist a lap of honour, a sliding swallow-dive and a clenched fist salute on behalf of the lads! So much for the Kiwi war-dance and scary reputation today! (Didn’t see the match but hey! a win’s a win.)
Fantasticks – December
That strange book Fantasticks, by Nicholas Breton (1554-1626) is something of a favorite. Not many people know about it, but those who do seem to like the archaic language and ritual cadence of it.
It is out of print, so since October I’ve been copying bits out, beginning with the section on the months, this is the third. There are a few chapters on special days, Christmas, Easter etc. so there may be a bonus post a bit later this month.
But for now here is December.
November Poetry Competition Winner.
Thank you for your participation in the November competition, you know who you are
I enjoyed the various takes on our fireworks theme, the entries are here.
The usual suspects one might say but always some new views of an old story, and why not indeed.
One from FEEG to start us off
Then three not quite in a row from Janus (prolific as always)
Soutie tucked one in between
OZ with an early entry (for him at least)
And a last minute entry from TR (without help)
Cigarette packaging – Oz
Last evening the conversation moved to the new legislation enforcing ‘plain’ cigarette packaging in Australia.
Plain packaging? How do retailers and customers distinguish the different brands we thought?
Well then, a little research this morning established that the boxes are anything but plain, they have graphic pictures and warnings on them (too shocking in my opinion to present to you on the main page here, but I’ve included a pic on the next page.)
It appears that the brand name is relegated to the lower ½ inch or so on the front of the pack.
That’s not a cat…..
THIS is a cat. For scaling purposes that cake tin is the standard size of an old double-layered Rovers Assorted biscuit tin and everything else is normal, including the gap between the worktop and the wall cupboards. He owns some friends of ours and I took the photo.
OZ
Happiness is………
A dog’s life
This picture adorned the front page of my daily read yesterday, I thought I’d share.
Oz v S.A. – Perth
Here we go, the decider
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Last time we played here we scored over 400 in the fourth innings to win. How is the Adelaide match going to effect the psyche?
Did I hear that this is Ricky’s last outing? If true, hats off to a remarkable batsman and captain, a thorn in our sides for what is it? At least 10 years?
Slightly better timing for me, a 02:30 gmt start, can’t wait!
End of the world or Armageddon or what?
According to the Mayan calendar the world will end on 21st December. If this is the case, why am I worrying about my outfit for son’s wedding on 23rd?
According to some others what will happen is not so much the end of the world as the end of the world as we know it. This would presumably mean the wedding breakfast couldn’t be cooked if there’s no electricity.
I wish these people would get their stories straight, though I realise the Maya are not around to be consulted. If they are correct, there are some characters who will find themselves at the Pearly Gates clutching a tin of sardines and looking rather foolish.
I think I shall concentrate on my finery.
While the cat’s away
Apart from a white-knuckle landing at Stansted, my sojourn in England was a study in the indulgence of the aged. I was ferried and fêted to my heart’s content and entertained royally by the eight grandchildren, who are already preparing their wish-lists for the upcoming season. One twelve-year-old, engrossed in her maths homework, enquired what I had studied at university because she needed some help! Luckily neither of us was embarrassed by my efforts.
Boadicea's Chariot 
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