They shoot banthas, don’t they?

 In the history of ridiculous things we might just have topped the lot with this one. As ever, probably it will be another unfulfilled ambition. Sometimes though, the planning is better than the actual event. Timing is everything and if myself and three friends can coordinate work and family commitments we are going to watch the six Star Wars films in the one sitting. One after the other after the other…

Originally George Lucas wanted to make nine films and it’s any one’s guess what order he would have made the other trilogy. Would the next instalments be films 7, 8 and 9 or minus 1, 2 and 3? As it stands at the moment, six it is. Continue reading “They shoot banthas, don’t they?”

Have we really come to this?

I went to my office today to collect some items and well.

First let me explain, my office is in Orpington High Street, the entrance to my part is round the back from a private car park, the car park is closed off with a 7 ft tall gate and 7 ft wall all the way round it. To get to my door you go up 14 iron stairs, at the top is a fence round the stairs with the door in front of you, to the side is a flat roof balcony, to access the roof you have to climb over the tall railings, not easy. Got the picture?

There on the flat roof for all to see was a large human (if they can be called human) jobby, shit, poo, faeces call it what you like.

Has society really degenerated this far that they have to climb walls etc to have a dump?

 

Less or fewer? What a mass!

A few days ago, one erudite Charioteer gently tweaked the tail of another, by querying her use of less, where prescriptively she should have used fewer.

Well, we all know the rules, don’t we?
Fewer for countable nouns, and less for non-countable nouns.

Well actually – no.
And to compound the problem, non-countable nouns are themselves something of a movable feast. Continue reading “Less or fewer? What a mass!”

The Fog. Nov CW compytishun.

Dave failed miserably to shut out the excruciating din of his fellow councillors. The fog inside his head was a real pea souper which showed no sign of lifting anytime soon. Why did he insist on the tequila chasers with every pint last night? Rob, his partner in crime from uni had called out of the blue, saying he was in town on business and they should get together for a few ‘sherbets’ and  a catch up. It had been a good night, they yakked endlessly about the old days, where people were now and who’d done what to whom. He vaguely remembered staggering through his front door around one a.m. and little else. Continue reading “The Fog. Nov CW compytishun.”

S.A. v Aus, The Wanderers, Jhb

This was my preferred position when watching cricket at The Wanderers, the stand wouldn’t have been so high back in those days and the seats (well, we didn’t have seats but rows and rows of wooden railway sleeper benches, complete with splinters) wouldn’t have been as comfortable,

The Wanderers, affectionately known as The Bullring, prior to the construction of the new stands it actually resembled a bullring, is the venue for today’s test match.

And am I looking forward to it. Continue reading “S.A. v Aus, The Wanderers, Jhb”