It was a book by Richard Adams before he started talking to bunnies (furry variety). She lives in Copenhagen where she does it in the nude, even with snow on the ground. These Danish girls, eh?
I have given some thought to how I can promote my new political reference database and give my full support to the blogging content and community here at Definitely Not MyT (DNMT or ‘Dynamite’, as I fondly refer to the acronym!).
I therefore intend to post a short notice of new political blog content here, with a link to my site and a related blog for those interested in serious political debate about issues of UK political reform.
Any non-political blogging will be done here directly.
New content has been added covering the UK Parliament Acts 1911 and 1949 and related political reference information; for those interested in them and their content and their effects on the British Constitution.
The Blog: “Questioning the Parliament Acts of 1911 and 1949“, is now also available for comment.
The content of the blog and supporting site reference material can be found at:
Political blogs will be copied over to this site after a week or so of exclusive preview and then will be available for general comment, discussion or ridecule. I will try to leave links thereafter leading to this location from elsewhere after that. This means original content will still appear here, so you won’t miss it (as if, you’d care to! LOL!)
I intend to support this as the main blogging site for the ‘Dynamite’ community, waifs and strays. My site isn’t designed to compete or act as ‘Blog Central’.
Why on earth does Australia interrupt a major international sporting event, leaving two of the world’s top tennis players sitting on the sidelines for 10 minutes, getting cold and stiffening up, for a firework display? I’m referring to the match between Andy Murray and Rafael Nadal in the quarter-finals of the Australian Open tennis tournament. A little reorganisation next time perhaps?
I’m now wondering what is in store for the Australian Formula 1 Grand Prix. Now there is to be no refueling of cars during the race, perhaps a coffee break to refuel the drivers?
As you know I’m a veritable Pooh when it comes to techie stuff.
I have replaced my handsome mugshot with a pic of our local Dom in my profile but my mugshot won’t go away!
Should I have made a comment to get this to post?
Tales from a Small Creek on the Eastern Shore
The State of Maryland in the eastern United States is almost completely severed in two parts by the large body of water called Chesapeake Bay.
On the 26th of January 1788, Captain Arthur Phillip planted the British flag at Port Jackson on what is now Sydney harbour. Phillip had arrived with 11 ships comprising 732* convicts, marines and a handful of other officers. The holds were stuffed full of goodies that the Powers-That-Be in the UK thought would be necessary to establish a penal colony.
Contrary to popular belief this was not the first land-fall for the expedition, which had left England some eight months earlier. Following the advice of Joseph Banks, who had been part of James Cook’s expedition, Phillip had been told to set up his colony at Botany Bay where he landed on the 18th of January. Having decided that the place was unsuitable, he decided to go elsewhere. Continue reading “On This Day – 26th January 1788”
A quick test to see if changing a ‘display name’ requires re-approval as an author
Bill Maclaren was perhaps the last of my Saturday Club of companions from the days when I followed sport in the company of my family.
It’s a select gathering: Bill Maclaren and Eddie Waring, John Arlott and Brian Johnston. Like favourite pieces of music or songs they conjure up cameos of some old times worth remembering. Catch phrases too that added spice to their soundbites.
And I was reminded of them only a few weeks ago when my youngest daughter sent me a text from the All Blacks match v. the Barbarians at ‘Twickers’. She was recalling some girlhood days when we’d watched such games together with the help of these special voices.
Thank you, Bill. RIP
So you’ve had a fly pestering you, on the fifth attempt you manage to swat it, now what?
(Not my own work)
I have more fly ‘art’ pictures here if anybody wants to take a look and perhaps copy them.