There have been very few times in my life when I have thought that I had got it right. Marrying Mrs M, of course. Mostly, I have had doubts about my rightness. Until tonight when another possible example hoved into view.
It seems that one of my fellow Jocks is starting to pall. Billy Connolly is, apparently, getting grief on his current tour for not having new material. I truly did try to warn him about this. Continue reading “I Warned Him”
The Captain of the ill fated Italian cruise Liner, Costa Concordia, started his new job yesterday. Francesco Schettino was quoted as saying: ‘Ah bollocks – not again! Looks like 2012 isn’t going to be a good year’ 😉
The benefits cap. Bring it on. Continue reading “Let them eat M&S.”
Like many cherished colleagues I was brought up with a cricket ball in my cradle, ready for my inevitable success as a player. My Dad was a mean swing bowler and played for Armstrong Siddeley every fine summer Saturday, while Mum was an official scorer, dotting and crossing in all the right boxes. My sister and I soon learned how to do it and waved back to the umpire whenever required.
At more rarified altitudes than ours, the game was socially divided between amateurs and professionals: gentlemen and players – until 1962 when Fiery Fred Trueman (a player of course) referred to it as a ‘ludicrous business…thankfully abolished’. But the distinction had reflected the long history of cricket as a social catalyst. Or was it?
The Beeb had an article only yesterday on that very idea. http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-16821779. Romantic and salutary apparently. But I wonder. I’m not convinced that peasants performing for the entertainment of their betters (!) represented anything but an expression of the feudal order. Fraternity, Equality and Liberty it wasn’t! Didn’t the gentlemen and players have separate dressing rooms? Or am I mis-remembering?
A civilised cup of tea (Earl Grey) this afternoon at my Aunt and Uncle’s house provided the photo opportunity I needed to enter the current photo competition here on the Chariot. A chance ray of sunshine lit up the water vapour as it streamed up into the air above the teapot spout as each movement in the room changed its shape and momentum – and after the tea was poured more visible clouds chaotically formed and dispersed in the sunshine.
Soutie’s scientific treatise on the universe has driven me to introspective distraction, allowing waves of cosmic energy to stimulate my creative juices (n’ aw that) and producing this: Continue reading “Reflections on that boy – poetry comp Feb”
 There are over 3,000 specs of light in this photograph and each and every one is a galaxy! How do I know this? Professor Brian Cox told me so! Continue reading “Wonders of The Universe”
So opinion is divided on the stripping of Mr Goodwin’s peerage. Since it was ‘awarded’ for services to banking, my personal take is that he should never have been given it in the first place. Any comfort to be derived from this retraction is cold IMHO.
What does give me ‘paws’ for thought however is the case of Gorbals Mick. Continue reading “That’s ‘Mr’ Shred to you sonny!”
What the piggin’ ‘ell is wrong with our court system?
It seems Network Rail are guilty of not preventing the deaths of two Esssx girls in 2005.
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