Don’t you just love the double standards of …. well just about everybody?

This is an article about the leader of the Economic Freedom Front, a minority, but growing South African political party led by the ‘firebrand’ Julius Malema. In it he states his party will target the opposition-held city of Port Elizabeth, home to the erstwhile Soutie, specifically because it is run by a white mayor.

“Because the mayor of DA in PE is a white man. So, these people, when you want to hit them hard – go after a white man. They feel a terrible pain, because you have touched a white man.” Continue reading “Don’t you just love the double standards of …. well just about everybody?”

Hairy Fruit

Side whiskers, mutton chops and handlebar moustache are just some of the varying facial hair styles for men. Being clean shaven all my life I have never tailored my facial appearance with any sort of fuzz. It’s all been done before, hasn’t it? And for the beardy-wearers you end up with a nickname of a more famous person. Here’s Heisenberg. Here’s Abraham Lincoln. Here’s ZZ Top. Here’s Freddie Zapata. Here’s …

However, while tugging at my smooth chin in deep Thinker thought I decided to let there be growth. And, naturally it had to be a new style. I viewed acres and acres of all the furs that were man made and opted for a variation on the neck chop.

A famous Neckchopper

The neck chop would be trimmed back and hair would only grow on my Adam’s apple. This Spartan look doubles up as a new trend and fool proof safety measure as it means I won’t cut my AA with a razor blade. Shaving around this area is Eden hazardous. Problem solved.

Funny old thing the Adam’s apple. Eatemallogy says it’s from the bible involving fruit and the first man. He bit off more than he could chew and it got stuck, apparently. My own belief is that it didn’t originate from the dawn of time but was coined by Milton Bradley. Yes, we’re talking Operation here. Charley Horse, Bread Basket et al. Including, Adam’s Apple. Careful with those tweezers, Eugene.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZ. Deed.

Absence makes the heart…….break

The thing is I’m dragging my Backside back to Blighty – to reside in sunny Sussex. So I’m busy with the rather complicated process of de-Viking(ing)* us and preparing for a Spring return to our green and pleasant land.

I mention it because it’s about time there was some real news hereabouts and I know my patient reader will be mildly intrigued and might occasionally be inclined to follow the new exploits of the Janus/Backside combo.

ETA late April. Meanwhile Jack Frost and the Snow Drifters are promising to visit the wild woods very soon.

* © Janus 2018

Australia has finally gone bonkers

. . . well Turnbull has, at least

By Prime Ministerial edict, from today no Government Minister (of either gender) may engage in sexual relations (of any type) with any member of his/her departmental staff (of whatever persuasion – LBGTWXYZ etc) at pain of being removed from his/her Ministry.

Please note that we are not talking about minors here (that has been legally verboten for decades) or disadvantaged or disabled staff (which is equally a no-no).

We are, apparently, most concerned about hierarchical ‘duty of care’, which quite reasonably worries that the boss might use job sanctions to pressurise the junior.

But between fully consenting – nay, enthusiastic – adults of sound mind with no positive or negative sanctions involved, it’s anachronistic, invasive bullying of the worst kind.

Presumably Australia is now aspiring to become the fourth Islamic Reich – “ve have vays of making you celibate!”

Or something.  😎

(R)

Why do we watch the same films time after time? You know the script, have the DVD, maybe the T-shirt if its a franchise, yet will still watch a multiple times watched movie if it is showing on TV. And laugh at the same funny scenes again (“That’s a really good ski mask!”) or shiver with excitement at the upcoming murder (“This is the bit where Fredo sleeps with the fishes).

Music. We’ll listen to the same old songs and tunes and hymns and instrumentals over and over. Honestly, I’m sick of that Robert Wagner Ring Cycle and would love to hurl those discs at Babe Ruth (if he were living, don’t know any other baseballers) for him to SWAT those clay pigeons all the way to Valhalla.

Then there’s books. Some of us will read a favourite book many times and salivate over certain quotes and passages – “Old Marsalla, he damn near blew the roof off.”, the map-quaking 30,000 word speech about the meta-ethical failings of altruism. Familiarity does not breed contempt, it fathers/mothers/adopters safeness. We’ll play it safe with the known and steer clear off Rumsfeldian unknowns. Its a big, bad universe out there.

No doubt, this blog will be read and re-read and read once more by Charioteers until Kingdom Come. Quite right. Play it safe.

Grid Girls no more…

…they’ve gone the way of Legs and Co (or Pan’s People for those old enough to remember)

Formula One has abolished the use of Grid Girls this season and, that sport of Kings, Darts have announced there will be no more walk on girls at their professional competitions. Cheerleaders could be next to go Joe Doodo.

In this, the centenary of women gaining their suffrage one feels sorry for the suffering of those redundant sporting actresses.

HS2

Obviously. HS2 is either a very good idea, or a very bad idea, depending on your opinion thereon. I am sure that we can, at least. all agree on that.

For those of you furth of the United Kingdom of Great Britain & Northern Ireland who may not be totally up to date with said HS2, it’s a proposed high speed link between the Great Wen and parts midlandish and northwards thereof. One day, it might even make it as far as Caledonia (stern and wild). Provided, of course, that you are still talking to us by then.  Continue reading “HS2”