A tad busy off and on today, just like you, I guess, so this will follow the form of my regular 'Sunday Rumbles' in which random burps thoughts will be expressed as and when they occur to me and in between the list of 'to dos' provided by the 'Memsahib'.
Post-mortem pandering: So the 'soppies' have had their way and a Queen's pardon has been offered to a dead 'queen' who broke the law of the land 60-odd years ago. Of course, this particular 'queen', Alan Turing, was central in the effort to break the German 'Enigma' code and thus helped us to win the war and that makes him the perfect symbol for the 'soppies' to wage their never-ending campaign for us to indulge in abject self-flagellation for the perceived sins of the past. Preposterous posturing, I call it!
Well, a man may hope, may he not? Well, Andrew Haldenby does in The Telegraph. Apparently, Ed 'Milipede' has very quietly slipped out a policy paper entitled "Zero-based Review". The main thrust, I gather, is that the Labour party now believes that all public expenditure - that's 'all' as in no exceptions at all - must be justified down to the last pound. I'm not sure whether this 'revolutionary' policy (for the Labour party) was slipped out so surreptitiously because Ed didn't want the other Ed to know about it or whether he was trying not to let the real leader (perhaps 'owner' is a better word!) of the Labour party, 'Bruvver' McCluskey, find out. Of course, it won't last five minutes if they get into power but still, it's interesting that even in theory they are admitting that not all government spending is justified.
Joke of the Year: Actually, I missed the chance to put this in my 'Monday Funnies' slot yesterday probably because when you think about it it's not at all funny. Anyway, for what it's worth I give you - The Joke Of The Year: The England cricket team! Yeah, well, I did warn you it wasn't funny. Alas for them (not that I feel much pity) the whole team is now tarnished by the 'drama queen' flouncings of Graeme Swann. What a gutless, miserable specimen of so-called sporting manhood - all mouth and nowt else - as they say 'ooop north'!
Good riddance to (very) bad rubbish: As a rule of thumb you would never want your sister to marry an MP. That is unfortunate for the (very) tiny minority of MPs who do their best to live up to their parliamentary titles as 'Honourable Ladies and Gentlemen'. However, the wisdom of the rule is confirmed by the 'ex-Honourable Gentlemen - not', Denis MacShane - I was tempted to try a pathetic jest by calling him 'MacShame' but instantly realised that he doesn't possess any! He always came across in his public interviews and appearances as a smooth-talking smart-arse. I do hope he doesn't try to pull his superiority 'schtik' with 'Big Bubba' in D-wing who has a way of, er, cutting people down to size! Of course, his enforced absence means that MacShane's current lady friend, Vicky Price (Huhne), is now free and available but given her proximity to men who end up in the slammer who, in his right mind, would take her on?
Why am I not surprised? There is a report in today's Mail, although I can't find a link, claiming that there was one particular regiment which did not take part in the famous Christmas truce in 1914. Needless to say, it was the first Battalion of the Cameronians whose grumpy ranks were filled, and I trust my e-pal Jimmy is reading this, with men 'frae Glasgie'. A game of football in no-man's-land was offered by the Germans but flatly refused by the Cameronians who claimed, not unreasably, that they couldn't trust the Huns not least because they had been shooting at them for the last four months!
Fantasia: Slumped in Christmas Eve inertia - it's a sort of practice for tomorrow! - I watched Disney's Fantasia. It must be nearly 70 years ago when I first saw it and I'm not sure I remember any of it bar The Sorcerer's Apprentice. I'm also not sure what to make of it today. Frankly, I was rather bored in places and simply closed my eyes and listened. On the other hand, some of the imagery is sharp and witty, and given the 'easy-peasy' nature of cgi effects these days, I can only stand silent and doff my hat to the memory of those 'cartoonists'.
A fantastic idea! I have just woken up from 'Midsomer Murders' with a totally brilliant idea. Next year I will write the Xmas murder mystery to end all murder mysteries! Hercule Poirot and Miss Marple will find themselves alone on a desert Island. One of them will be murdered but, and this is the clincher, it will not be a mystery as to 'who dunnit?' but 'who copped it?' I know, darlings, a talent like mine is wasted on this blog!
No more considerations - until Boxing Day!