Oh dear, oh dear…now the BBC’s in on the act

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-12927076

I have yet to watch the full hour program broadcast on BBC 3 last night, but if the clip here is anything to go by, the BBC is trying to make Islamic converts look weird, stupid, selfish and plain ignorant to their fellow county folk. Not the usual BBC effort as they tend to be very pro, or at least attempting to be balanced (I know they don’t always succeed, but at least they try). I shall report back when I’ve watched the whole documentary of brother on brother.

I know it’s a sensitive subject at the moment, and I’m not intending to stir anyone up here, but this clip in isolation does offer a very sad picture of why someone would change their entire life around an organised religion (of any variety) I have to say though, every Muslim I’ve ever met has shaken me by the right hand.

And just for the humour – Ginger people just shouldn’t grow beards!

What’s in a Name?

I’ve finally admitted that I loathe being called Boa. I chose the name Boadicea as my pseudonym because the ‘original’ is one of my ‘heroines”. Somehow the abbreviation ‘Boa’ doesn’t do her credit – and I can’t quite identify with a snake or a glorified feather frippery…

I haven’t made a huge song and dance about it – and no one needs to build a shelter – or suddenly change what they write. It is a bit of a pain to type and I do know that I’m probably a little odd about names. Continue reading “What’s in a Name?”

A Reminder

Certain Charioteers have taken it upon themselves to pontificate about The Chariot’s content, appointing themselves arbiters of  ‘good taste’.

Some have, in the past, tried to mould the Chariot to their biases and prejudices and they have failed. Any future attempts will also fail.

This is a Discussion Forum. As such, all opinions are welcome. Any attempts to stifle debate with political correctness or by claiming that a subject is not suitable for discussion are most decidedly unwelcome.

By all means express your attitude to other people’s attitudes and opinions – but be prepared to have your cherished notions challenged.

I am the sole judge of what is acceptable and any criticisms of my judgements are, ex legibus Icenorum, contempt of court.

Keeping Young at Heart

On Thursday I swam in the ‘Young at Heart’ session. The session is for OAPs, disabled and those who are over 50. As you may remember I fall into the latter category. Just.
All well and good.

The pool wasn’t too busy: I went in as the Toddlers and their Mums came out, along with the rope that divides the shallow end from the rest of the pool. I was in the water and ready to go at three minutes to three, and in there with me were two men doing plodding lengths, one with his specs on doing only head-up breast stroke, while the other alternated between breast stroke and crawl, plus there were three women in various Delphinium coloured costumes with Marigold hats and another man in a floating device with two carers. Continue reading “Keeping Young at Heart”

Questions

An arab boy asks his father.

“What is that weird hat you are wearing?’

“It is a ‘Chechia’ because in the desert, it protects our head from the sun.”

“What is this type of clothing are we wearing?”

“It is a ‘Djabellah’ because in the desert, it is really hot.”

“What are these ugly shoes we have on our feet?”

“These are ‘Babouches’ which keep us from burning our feet when in the desert.”

“Tell me papa?”

“Yes my son.” Continue reading “Questions”

A trip to Oz: Some contemplations

As promised, another post about Mrs FEEG’s and my trip to Oz recently. I do not intend to do too much of the travelogue thingy, but more things that have struck me on the trip.

It was my brother, I think, who first noted that, whenever Mrs FEEG and I went on holiday, a disaster, either man-made or natural, occurred and somebody famous died. We were in Cyprus, due to fly home the next day, when 9-11 happened, we were in Washington DC when the Bombay (we do not call Rome Roma or Munich Munchen-am-Rhein) hotel siege was in progress.

So, it was with much sadness, we heard of the Japanese earthquake and tsunami that occurred on the day we arrived in Melbourne. Continue reading “A trip to Oz: Some contemplations”