Jbuzbee / CC BY https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0 Don't focus on kicking the bucket, just keep kicking the can down the road. Bucket Lists get so much coverage in books, on TV, in films, but the trouble with them is that they have a finite end. You either die having failed to finish your objectives, or you finish … Continue reading Get one over on the Grim Reaper – draw up a Duck-it List
No return to Status Quo
or, Down, Down, Down: The Tory Party Leader's address Yep, Prime Minister Johnson, addressed the blank space that is the Virtual Tory Conference with the news that Status Quo were done for. He went on to explain that we have lost too much, mourned too many, been through too much frustration and hardship just to … Continue reading No return to Status Quo
Contains up to 90% nonsense
What are they up to? Here in the UK, TK Max proudly announced in its stores "Always up to 90% off". Wow! That sounds great doesn't it? But what does it mean? Let's explore the logic. "Always up to" practically means "never more than". They are guaranteeing that they will never discount by more than … Continue reading Contains up to 90% nonsense
Jessie Donaldson, Annie Besant, Rebecca, Bessie Smith, and all that jazz.
Rebecca Riots "Better remain silent, better not even think, if you are not prepared to act". So wrote Annie Besant, who was born in London in 1847. Radical sentiments for a radical woman. She might have had Jessie Donaldson in mind. Jesse was born in Bristol in 1799 and later moved to Swansea where she … Continue reading Jessie Donaldson, Annie Besant, Rebecca, Bessie Smith, and all that jazz.
The Slow Loris: a tale of a dilatory Tory.
There was a sad Tory called Boris With the acuity of a slow loris He just hid in his bed, poured lies from his head and quoted from Homer and Horace. Notes: Slow: from Middle English/ Old English meaning Sluggish, Inert, Slothful, Late, Tardy, Torpid, Blunt, Dull, Faint, Weak, Slack Loris: from the Dutch, meaning … Continue reading The Slow Loris: a tale of a dilatory Tory.
I’m sick to death of clichés
what goes up..... I’m sick to death of clichés Whatever happened to coining a phrase for yourself, eh? I know it’s an uphill struggle but if you play your cards right, it must be doable. Now, we all know that a picture is worth a thousand words, so let me set the scene… I am … Continue reading I’m sick to death of clichés
The paternoster of tiny feats
Bulldog Boris Our Premier, who art in clover, Hollow be thy claims; Thy King Dom comes; Thy will be done in court, as it is inevitable: Give us this day our daily bluffs; And forgive us our stupidities, as we forgive them that voted for you; And lead us not into temptation, But deliver us … Continue reading The paternoster of tiny feats
Someday my plinth will come…
Or welcome to my Hall of Shame I have often casually wondered about statues in an uninterested kind of way. Ever since I was a kid, I was subjected to a forest of the bloody things. There seemed to be one on almost every street corner in central London; the parks and public spaces were … Continue reading Someday my plinth will come…
Keir Starmer: Labour’s Rising Lion or a Pink Panther with a blue rinse?
It may not deserve one, but this country needs a real opposition, and it needs one now! Not polite and respectful but loud, angry and responsive to people’s demands. Given that the government has a large majority of moral-free members, prepared to vote through any old line that they are told to support, I would … Continue reading Keir Starmer: Labour’s Rising Lion or a Pink Panther with a blue rinse?
Old Man Cummings had a farm…
I lie, you lie, low. Brought to you by Dom and Dummer – as straight as a hairpin bend on the A67 - with support from The Cabinet of Curiosities A song for the easily-led, concocted in just one afternoon but no-one can remember the details of quite how it was done. I intended to … Continue reading Old Man Cummings had a farm…
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