Comments allegedly made by supposedly intelligent Brits, during the Pope's visit. Despite the U.K.'s reputation for good manners, they apparently described the Pope as follows :
Richard Dawkins (scientist) - " Head of the world's second most-evil religion "
Stephen Fry (actor/comedian/writer) - " An evil presence "
David Starkey (historian) - " A little clown in a dress and red slippers "
If true, then they show themselves in their true colours with such childishly rude comments. It's like name-calling in the playground. How arrogant, uncharitable and self-absorbed they all appear to be.
" Don't look at him . . look at ME ! " they all seem to be saying, " I'm so jolly clever, aren't I ?"
Saturday 16 October 2010
Friday 15 October 2010
The Olympic Money-Pit
I have the great good-fortune to live on the beautiful Isle of Portland, in Dorset. Our sailing centre will serve as the base for the sailing events, during the 2012 London Olympics
I just discovered that some of the of grotty little houses that developers have been squashing-in near the sailing-centre are actually being built as office-accomodation for the Olympics. They aren't putting-in kitchens until after the Olympics . . . then they'll finish them off and sell them.
The land they were built on was practically the only flat, football-pitch sized area on the whole island for kids to play on . . so they took most of it away. The remaining 'postage-stamp' pitch will have to be shared with a new Junior School. Unbelievably, the completed properties will stand empty, from now until the Olympics!
Great! . .so we can't afford to build Academies or provide recreation-fields, or provide expensive anti-cancer drugs, or universal child-benefit or decent State pensions . . .and people are living-rough on the streets this winter, as always, . . but we can build offices for two weeks in 2012. Never believe a Politician when they say they 'care'.
I just discovered that some of the of grotty little houses that developers have been squashing-in near the sailing-centre are actually being built as office-accomodation for the Olympics. They aren't putting-in kitchens until after the Olympics . . . then they'll finish them off and sell them.
The land they were built on was practically the only flat, football-pitch sized area on the whole island for kids to play on . . so they took most of it away. The remaining 'postage-stamp' pitch will have to be shared with a new Junior School. Unbelievably, the completed properties will stand empty, from now until the Olympics!
Great! . .so we can't afford to build Academies or provide recreation-fields, or provide expensive anti-cancer drugs, or universal child-benefit or decent State pensions . . .and people are living-rough on the streets this winter, as always, . . but we can build offices for two weeks in 2012. Never believe a Politician when they say they 'care'.
Wednesday 13 October 2010
Sons Of Seamen ?
I was thinking about what jobs some well-known U.K. YouTubers might do, if the whole 'music' thing doesn't quite pan out.
Hexachordal, I reckon, could get an admin job at the Tax Office.
Charlieissocoollike would be good at selling Menswear.
Eddplant could run a friendly Pub, with alternative comedy and acoustic music nights.
Nerimon? I think he might get a job on the Essex Council, dealing with Waste-Management.
Whatever happens, I'm sure they will always look back on their days of YouTube celebrity with a great fondness - and why wouldn't they ?
Hexachordal, I reckon, could get an admin job at the Tax Office.
Charlieissocoollike would be good at selling Menswear.
Eddplant could run a friendly Pub, with alternative comedy and acoustic music nights.
Nerimon? I think he might get a job on the Essex Council, dealing with Waste-Management.
Whatever happens, I'm sure they will always look back on their days of YouTube celebrity with a great fondness - and why wouldn't they ?
Friday 8 October 2010
A Very Unlikely Thing . . . At The Gym !
I recently joined a Health Spa. You know the sort of thing - gym, jacuzzi, steam room, pool? This, in itself, is not unusual for a man of my age who's trying to make up for lost time.
What happened today, however, was a little out of the ordinary - even for someone, like me, who rather relishes 'the unexpected'.
I had got quite hot and sweaty and was taking a breather, chatting to one of my daughter's old schoolteachers whom I'd just met. We looked around . .and who had just come in the door but the Mayor & Mayoress, with associated hangers-on.
We didn't want to stare, so we got back to our 'yarnin'. When we next looked back there were 3 Mayors, Mayoresses and associated hangers-on. Okaaaay :/
Could happen =p Not that strange. Back to chatting.
Next time we looked around, however, there were at least ten Mayors, Mayoresses and associated hangers-on. You could hardly move for them! I guess it was an 'outing' for all the Mayors in the County or some-such. I must impress upon you that all of these Mayors were be-suited and regaled with golden chains of office. The Mayoresses were snapping away on their digital cameras and the Mayors were being guided around by other be-suited, important-looking folks.
I'm glad I went, really. There were only about five of us in the gym, at that moment. At least we made a bit of a show. The resident trainer had been pointing us out. I expect he explained that we were in-training for the 2012 Olympics . .but had been barred from the Commonwealth games, on the grounds that we would eat all the curry and drink all the Kingfisher lager.
Apparently, the whole group also descended on the pool area; some strolling around in their street shoes . .and taking pictures. That's not on, now is it . .V.I.P.'s or not.
'Tis a strange place, My Dorset home, it never stops surprising me =p
I also stuck my head in both the sauna and the steam room for the first time, today . . but that's as far as it got. It was like sitting next to an iron-foundry. Not for me, I'm afraid . .I'm more 'clerical ' ;]
What happened today, however, was a little out of the ordinary - even for someone, like me, who rather relishes 'the unexpected'.
I had got quite hot and sweaty and was taking a breather, chatting to one of my daughter's old schoolteachers whom I'd just met. We looked around . .and who had just come in the door but the Mayor & Mayoress, with associated hangers-on.
We didn't want to stare, so we got back to our 'yarnin'. When we next looked back there were 3 Mayors, Mayoresses and associated hangers-on. Okaaaay :/
Could happen =p Not that strange. Back to chatting.
Next time we looked around, however, there were at least ten Mayors, Mayoresses and associated hangers-on. You could hardly move for them! I guess it was an 'outing' for all the Mayors in the County or some-such. I must impress upon you that all of these Mayors were be-suited and regaled with golden chains of office. The Mayoresses were snapping away on their digital cameras and the Mayors were being guided around by other be-suited, important-looking folks.
I'm glad I went, really. There were only about five of us in the gym, at that moment. At least we made a bit of a show. The resident trainer had been pointing us out. I expect he explained that we were in-training for the 2012 Olympics . .but had been barred from the Commonwealth games, on the grounds that we would eat all the curry and drink all the Kingfisher lager.
Apparently, the whole group also descended on the pool area; some strolling around in their street shoes . .and taking pictures. That's not on, now is it . .V.I.P.'s or not.
'Tis a strange place, My Dorset home, it never stops surprising me =p
I also stuck my head in both the sauna and the steam room for the first time, today . . but that's as far as it got. It was like sitting next to an iron-foundry. Not for me, I'm afraid . .I'm more 'clerical ' ;]
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