Boadicea's Chariot

Barry McGuire – The Eve of Destruction

Some slimming down needed here, methinks.

When the opening night of the London musical Gone With the Wind was marred by an obnoxious young actress and a horse that relieved itself onstage, Coward was in the audience:
“If they’d stuffed the child’s head up the horse’s arse, they would have solved two problems at once.”

Goodnight everyone, sleep well.

Here’s one that may surprise one or two of you, though it shouldn’t, given what I have written in these pages before; I do not agree that that Rsole Assange should be extradited. ‘Well, well,’ I hear you exclaiming, ‘what’s brought that on?’ Simple, really, the Swedish authorities have submitted a european arrest warrant. I have opposed this shoddy piece of bureaucrap since its introduction on the grounds that it allows for the arrest of a British Subject for an offence which may not have been committed in Britain and, moreover, which may not be an offence under British Law. There’s more

It was a deathly quiet night when Emery set out in his new Audi A3. Though the weather forecasters had predicted that the blizzard would not move in for another six hours, their reputation for being pathological liars was not unwarranted and before he was even half way do his destination he faced white-out conditions. Realising that it was impractical to return, and realising that it was foolhardy to continue on his path until the storm either abated or he magically found a way to dematerialise and transport himself through fibre-optic cables to his destination he had to content himself with stopping in the next town, a pleasant, though over-priced town somewhere between here and nowhere. Continue reading “My December Story Entry — Yes, it is wretched.”

Hedgehoppers Anonymous – It’s Good News Week

Yesterday I read this article in The Australian. There were very few books in my home as a child. My mother didn’t (and still doesn’t) see the need to buy books when there are libraries. I dread to think what she would say if she saw the rows of books that Bearsy and I have accumulated over the years!

When I was six we moved houses. The previous owners had left a pile of books behind, which I immediately seized and carted upstairs to my room: an odd selection from Lassie Come Home to And Quiet Flows the Don – I read the lot. I never travel anywhere without a book, and have made it quite clear that I expect a book to be put in my coffin for the journey. But I digress!

I know some of you have Ipods and other electronic gizmos that are supposed to replace books. I can’t see that I would get the same enjoyment snuggling up in a chair with a screen encased in plastic that I get from turning over paper pages. Although I spend many hours at my computer, I find it far more eye-wearying than the print on a page. I wonder whether the batteries would last sufficiently long for me to sit and read all day and half the night because I’ve got so caught up in the plot, or would I have to sit next to an electrical socket and get tangled up in the leads? So far, nothing I have heard about electronic books has tempted me to discard my old-fashioned books.