Talking of fan clubs

The little tyke won’t leave me alone at the computer, and tries to catch the cursor as it moves around the screen. My eldest is calling me ‘mad cat woman’ as I talk to the cat gently about what it is allowed and not allowed to do…

So what I really need now, to distract from the cat is a good caption competition. Does anyone have a good photo for a quick-fire round?

 

 

 

End-of-term report

Mr Fitch has given Nicolas a special place on the naughty step. His problem is fundamentally one of character, rather than behaviour, although his recent outbursts of name-calling and foot-stamping have been duly noted.

Nicolas is desperate to be liked, especially by Angela, perhaps because she comes from a wealthy family and likes to keep supplies of his favourite sweeties hidden about her person. But Angela knows what he’s after and openly resents his snide remarks about her friend David. What upset Nicolas was the fact that David hadn’t promised all his sweeties (a different variety) to the rest of the class, as Nicolas had. In fact Nicolas had promised far more than he could possibly afford to buy from the tuck-shop. He only did it to impress Angela. And when David happened to mention it, Nicolas said David was just as poor as he was.

It has been noticed that the jar of Nicolas’ and Angela’s favourite sweeties in the tuck-shop is now empty – which is anticipated to lead to even more difficulties in class next term. Some, poorer pupils will probably change their allegiance altogether; others, including Nicolas, will be compelled to beg from Angela. Which won’t worry David one bit and could lead to more unpleasantness, no doubt instigated by Nicolas again.

A neo-colonialist slapped down

On the ABC last night, Chris Uhlmann – one of our up-and-coming political journalists – interviewed Peter O’Neill, who is one of the two Prime Ministers currently battling it out in Papua New Guinea.   You probably know nothing about this, so here’s a link to give you a little background, though you don’t need to know anything about it for the purposes of this post.

Uhlmann is trying to be an aggressive type of journo, but he’s still reasonably respectful when he talks with Gillard, Rudd or Abbott.   Last night he spoke to O’Neill (who is Papua New Guinean through and through, name notwithstanding) as though he, Uhlmann, were a member of a super-power, condescending to a representative of a minor client state.

O’Neill ignored the impolite tone, concentrating on answering the questions at face value, until the final supercilious question was delivered, “Have you yet spoken with Julia Gillard?”

O’Neill looked up at the camera, exhibiting, or quite possibly feigning, great surprise and responded, “Why on earth should I want to talk to the Australian Prime Minister?   She has nothing to do with the government of my country.”

Uhlmann looked utterly nonplussed, as he should.   Hopefully he will be a little more respectful next time.   PNG may have once been an Australian colony, but that ended 36 years ago.

Warning! Outbreak of acute Grocer-itis

I love Pseu’s posts.

Her stories are always interesting and often funny.   Her pictures are great.   Her puns are clever.   If she had a fan club I would be an enthusiastic member.

It is therefore with regret that I observe that she has succumbed to the plague of Grocer-itis that has been sweeping the UK, gathering so many in its wake.

I earnestly hope and pray that she soon recovers. 😀

Zut alors!

The ever-unctuous Jacques Chirac has finally been convicted of corruption. Luckily for him, it is so long since he committed his crimes that he can no longer remember them, allegedly.

But, the French Court, doing little to boost confidence in its reliability for justice, has sentenced 79-year-old Jack to two years in prison – suspended!! Which usually means that the culprit should take care not to repeat his transgressions. As if! Under what conceivable circumstances could he now commit corruption?

Maybe a cherished colleague could unravel this piece of French logic?

Nice ‘nisser’

Just a note of appreciation for the Chariot’s seasonal banner depicting what are known locally as ‘nisser’, maybe ‘elves’ in English. They are at the heart of yuletide culture hereabouts, far more popular than any modern notions of supernatural events. In fact they are in evidence the whole year round. A house is said to have ‘a good nisse’ if it feels like home. But for children it’s the special nisse, the ‘julemand’ (Father Xmas) who deserves most attention. This little fella hails from Norway and lives in a barn.