Just to remind you that you’ve got until midnight tomorrow BST (and relevant variations thereof) to be in it to win it.
So far, I believe that we only have five contenders. That’ll be my fault then and the whole competition is probably doomed, which, being a Jock, cheers me up a wee bit.
The roll call is, as far as I can determine and in order of insertion:- Continue reading “Last Call for the Creative Writing Thingie”
The object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.
George S. Patton
Goodnight everyone, sleep well.
Yesterday I checked my emails and discovered that I was a victim of the collapse of Goldtrail Holidays.
This is the first time anything like this has happened to me. I always thought that this kind of misfortune only afflicted other people.
I booked the flight online through Airflights.co.uk, as I did last year to the same destination, and thought nothing of it when I heard about the failure of Goldtrail. Unfortunately Airflights used Goldtrail as their agents.
But all should be well and I am now booked on the same flight as before. All that now needs doing is to complete the hideously complicated claim form to be submitted to the CAA. This will most likely take all day.
I loathe all forms. They are the invention of the Evil One.
Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini
Just attempting a catch-up and noticed Christina’s poignant longing for a nice south coast crab.
Here’s one I ate earlier. Found the image on my phone last night. Had quite forgotten I’d even taken it.
If you obey all the rules you miss all the fun.
Katharine Hepburn
Goodnight everyone, sleep well.
Josie looked out at the rain with an air of frustration. Squally showers and a buffeting wind had arrived since lunch time: not ideal weather to encourage Polly to come out of her shell and let go of her ragdoll. She seemed to be permanently attached to the thing lately, not wanting to join in with anything or anyone, wearing a subdued mood like a cloak. Continue reading “Miss Polly (Short story Competition)”
So it is considered extremely offensive to Taliban Muslims? I am so very concerned about that aspect of his actions…
A close relative served with the Gurkhas in the anti-communist-terrorist war in Malaya in the 1950s. The CTs were absolutely terrified of them, for very good reason. It strikes me, given the demand of the MOD for positive identification, the man should be given a medal for using his initiative, not suspended. Had he chopped his head off in face-to-face combat, presumably that would have been fine, and it is splitting hairs, to my mind, to make a fuss in the circumstances, when he was dead, given the demands for a positive ID. He didn’t scalp the man as a trophy: He detached his head from his body to supply the ID demanded. They can send the head back in due course, when they are finished with it.
Chopin – Nocturne in D-flat
‘Pop pop, please may I have some tea?
‘Of course, sweetheart.’
‘And may I have it with no milk, because I want to drink it in the front room where George is.’
‘Do you want kinder tee then?’
‘No, real tea but with no milk in it.’
Why no milk?
Boadicea's Chariot 
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