Seeing Red!
Not a rant: a sunset last week: or don’t sweat the small stuff, just look around.
I’m ignoring the dust, (decorators don’t work at the weekend), the economy and looking forward to Christmas. Well, sort of!
Bulldog spirit
Yes, yes, I know some of you are (shall we say?) a tad critical of the British gubmint (pause for widespread, even furrry heckling…..) but may I make a point by way of balance? Last night Cameron used the veto to draw a line in the European sand. Unlike his Opposition he didn’t want the Federalists to make further inroads into British sovereignty and hog-tie the City of London in deference to the Franco-German policies of envy. Other than Hungary (who agreed with him) and Sweden (who had to go home to ask Dad) the rest of the lily-livered mob are going to accept that their national budgets and expenditure will be controlled by Berlin. No, not by the faceless Commission or bottom-feeding Parliament or feckless Froggies – by Berlin.
Am I anti-German? No. Do I accept their economic imperialism? No. And Cameron has delivered the message. Well done.
RIP, Sherm
Backside and I are fans of M*A*S*H. It was sometimes cringingly sentimental but more often grippingly ironic and entirely relevant; a tour de force in the genre of ‘war soaps’ that has barely aged a year since it was produced almost 40 years ago. And Harry Morgan who has just died, aged 96, typified its intelligent examination of conflict, both medically and politically. He played Col. Sherman Potter for eight of its glorious years.
RIP, Sherm.
A Rotten Year – (Not for CO)
It has been a pretty rotten year. I don’t normally talk in specific terms about my personal life but please grant me this small indulgence. Continue reading “A Rotten Year – (Not for CO)”
Reminder
‘And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother’s eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?’
Matthew 7:3
– 1769 Oxford King James Bible ‘Authorized Version
Euro talks
Can someone explain why these talks on the Euro start late evening after a large meal with plenty of booze no doubt. What is wrong with meeting fresh first thing in the morning and having sandwiches and coffee/tea/water so that a clear head is kept?
Mind you this probably explains why they can’t come up with an answer, too pissed or too tired.
Work-boots !!

Farewell to Bellerive Oval in Hobart. A local boot manufacturer has acquired the naming rights for squillions of dollars, so this famous Tassie cricket field will now be known as the Blundstone Arena. Since their elastic sided workboots are known by all Aussies as Blunnies, that’s what it will probably come to be called.
But I am delighted to say that many people have sworn to continue to call it the Bellerive Oval; I’m one of them. Continue reading “Work-boots !!”
New ear drums wanted
In a moment of weakness I let slip my liking for a Shaky song. To redeem my reputation I present you with the loudest song ever on the Chariot.
For heavy metal fans Continue reading “New ear drums wanted”
Sauce for the goose…
A husband wrote the following letter for his wife and left it on the dining room table – Continue reading “Sauce for the goose…”



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