The War Journal: Break the Chain

If you had a roll call on campus or military parade or on a multi-authored, multi-nationed blogsite there would be a variety of responses. Twas not always so. Previously, the world was a lot bigger and less integrated.

For instance, at my first year class at secondary school there were thirty of us on the register. All with nondescript names like Malcolm, Gordon or Roger. Tell a lie, there was one called Sebastian that we liked to stick pencils into; none of us were saints in those days. Having similar traits we were practically automatons. We were one living entity. Continue reading “The War Journal: Break the Chain”

In defence of tree huggers with attitude!

“I’m a fuzzy-headed warm-hearted liberal, and I think fuzzy-headed warm-hearted liberalism is an ideological stance that needs defending—if necessary, with a hob-nailed boot-kick to the bollocks of budding totalitarianism.” (Charles Stross)

Yeah, right on, and if you disagree with this, I reserve the right to tell you, with all due respect, to go boil your head.

Dogs are for life, and just because we are in a recession, or they don’t match the furniture, they should not be abandoned.

One article here about stupid owners. I’m sure one could find many more.

Part I of a series about Linguistic Register.

Bearsy

On a cold, foggy night in November 1959, a group of seven unknown boys knocked on my door. The reason that they were there is not relevant to my story. One of those boys was Bearsy.

From that time on he was my friend. He was always there, somewhere – utterly dependable, and honest.  It was probably inevitable that we should, finally, marry. 

Wednesday morning my Bear collapsed. He was in surgery within three hours – and although there seems to be some improvement, he has not yet regained conciousness. 

He’s a stubborn b*r, and we all hope that that stubbornness will bring him through.

I have debated whether to post this, but we have been a little ‘community’ for a long time now.

Thank you all. 

Too many foreigners

Nicolulla, pictured here with a recent squeeze, is the son of a Hungarian immigrant and a French mother of Greek-Jewish origin, was baptised a Roman Catholic and grew up in Paris, and is now married to an Italo-Brazilian. Glass houses and stones came to mind when he identified an excess of foreigners as the root of France’s woes. Continue reading “Too many foreigners”

The NZ series’

Today is the 1st day of the 3 match test series over in New Zealand. (You can listen to NZ radio commentary here)

Dunedin’s University Oval at 45° South is the most southerly international cricket venue in the world and as one would expect today’s start was delayed by rain, which is rather frustrating considering that I stayed up till 11.30pm to watch the first ball. The morning session was rained out, I passed out to awake with The Proteas at 90/4 and that after being 86/1 at tea!

It’s been a rather nice tour, we’ve called it the 333 tour (3 T20’s, 3 ODI’s and 3 tests) a pleasing format.

Wiki tells me that Dunedin is nicknamed ‘The Edinburgh of the South.’ Dunedin is of course more well known for it’s Carisbrook rugby stadium (The house of pain) a ground which the Springboks had never won at ’till a famous victory back in 2008.

(Play starts 9:30pm GMT)

No it doesn’t! Play will start 30 minutes early on day 2 (9:00pm GMT) to make up for time lost to today’s rain.