They don’t like dogs

Boadicea and I were watching the news this evening, a short article about an army handler’s dog that had been lost for weeks in Afghanistan, but had been found and reunited with his human partner.   There were cute pictures of dog and man, both obviously delighted to be together again.

This really brought it home to us – Muslim’s don’t like dogs; they call them “unclean” and shun them.   That does it for us.

Every Muslim in the whole wide world is condemned.   They are not dog-lovers, and anyone who doesn’t like dogs should be exiled to the outer darkness.

No reprieve, no remission.   Islam is declared anathema until every adherent acquires a six-week-old puppy and gets enthusiastically licked.

Bearsy has spoken!

Second Photo Competition

Oh gosh! Groom, lick, scratch, lick, lick, groom!  What can I say as first choice of the first photo competition, after spending half the night getting instructions from Bearsy and Boa on how to size an image?  Thank you too, Pseu and Val. After all my abortive efforts at Creative Writing it seems all I had to do was to aim my 130 Euro point-and-press thingey at an Alentejan sunset one night and Bingo, the Wolf’s avatar appears in all its glory!

OK.  Being lupine, I have a longing for things natural.  Give me a shot of forest, landscape or horizon that might interest a wolf.  Closing date two weeks hence, 12.00 hrs, GMT, Monday, 24th January, unless anyone has any objections.

To avoid any possible misunderstanding, 12.00 hrs is MIDDAY.

I’ll do my very best to give you the results on Monday evening.

OZ

Social taboos

It goes without saying that the breaking of wind in company should at all costs be avoided. There are other disgusting habits that should not be formulated when others are about. I will not expound.

Gratuitous swearing is not nice and I have stopped swearing for over a year now (I got a round of applause at the last SA meeting). Something happened on Saturday that was many times worse than swearing in public. Continue reading “Social taboos”

Themed photo – Val’s Judgement

Copied from Judge Val’s comment, with regard to this competition

“Pseu asked for ‘Sunlight and clouds’, and she got it in abundance. Each of the photographs posted in the first of this competition, are quite simply, beautiful, which has made my task as the first judge, very difficult indeed. Size wise, we’ve all struggled a bit, but with time and patience, we will conquer. Continue reading “Themed photo – Val’s Judgement”

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I was really rather amused at janh’s post on New Year’s resolutions or more likely in her case revolutions!

Not that I could be bothered with such self improving claptrap for a moment, far too dissolute, disinterested and indolent to even consider a list.

However, by sheer chance, I have managed to rather trap myself into something I have been vaguely considering for six months or so. Believe it or not, I rather miss the dying, after 8 years of extensive practise I miss the conversation of those past caring about the impression they make on others, so had tiptoed around the thoughts of volunteering at a hospice.

This country deals with dying in a quite hideous manner, as if it is a disease that can be staved off by hope, bright cheery fake voices and a total refusal to face realities of non existence with a huge indegestible dollop of christianity to gag the most enthusiastic!

Anyway, it went thus, I happened to be in the library last week and there on the noticeboard was a request and course for volunteers at the newly built hospice ( the only one in the county).  I rang them up and explained I didn’t ‘do’ faith, children or women, but crusty males were just fine, I got a laugh.

“All the ones no one else can cope with eh?”

“Yup”

Oh God, hoist on my own petard, I start a course at the end of the month. Nothing like seeing the poor old sods off fast is there?  Some of my more laconic observations should send them on their way with an unexpected laugh or a heartfelt desire for ‘the off’.  I shall be quite back in harness.

I do hope I am not spoiling my record of a lifetime of non event New Year revolutions.  No, and you can’t have pictures!

The King’s Speech

We’ve just got home from watching this film at the local cinema, and  what a treat it was.   Some great comedy alongside moments of fist clenching tension as Colin Firth portrayed the agonies of someone with a stammer forced to make a speech.   All the actors involved – and there were many big names – were excellent, including Guy Pearce as the Duke of Windsor. Quite a long way from Ramsay Street!  Timothy Spall’s Churchill growl was marvellous.

I’m not sure about Oscar nominations, though.  I don’t know if the Yanks will be able to cope with court etiquette. As soon as George V had been pronounced dead,  Queen Mary had to curtsey to her eldest son.   And the USA did not have to deal with Hitler’s trickery and lies as Britain did, with the population desperate for reassurance that there was a strong king on the throne.