Better watch out, JK's back in town: Welcome back, JK, we've missed you, as indeed have sundry widows and divorcees in 'Arkieland', to say nothing of Barney Magroo ("Purveyor of Fine Wines to the Gentry") whose takings have sagged in your absence!
Is it just me? Or do others find rugby as eye-stabbingly tedious as I do? I was forced to watch two of the matches played yesterday because the 'Memsahib' has what I can only describe as an unhealthy fascination with all those huge men with thighs like tree-trunks - can't think why. God, it was boring! I seem to have vague memories of rugby matches from the past when it was played by men who looked normal and which were regularly lit up by lightning fast runs by slim, athletic-looking men with great dexterity and athleticism. Today it is all one great, boring slug-fest!
A terrific read: I made mention of this book the other day when I told you all of my spending spree at Amazon made possible by SoD's generous Xmas gift token. Airborne by Robert Radcliffe is a real 'Boys Own' yarn set in WWII but it has an added ingredient in the character of the main hero who is part-English but raised in South Tyrol, a peculiar little area with a history all of its own, that exists between northern Italy and Austria. Mr. Radcliffe has obviously researched his stuff and it adds a fascinating richness to his tale. Our hero ends up - read the book to find out how! - with the very first volunteers who formed the nucleus of British airborne forces and who had to learn the hard way the then very 'Billy basics' techniques of parachuting at the beginning of the war. Mr. Radcliffe very cleverly weaves his story in and out of real events featuring real people, like, Anthony Deane-Drummond, an archetypal WWII hero I remember reading about and admiring as a youngster. (Read his Wiki entry and you will see why!) I am still only part way into this story but 'I'm luvin' it already'!
A bribe by any other name is still a 'bung': Just ask any of those snooty Lords who will be voting shortly on Brexit whilst they 'trouser' their generous European Commission (EC) pensions. According to Matt Ridley in The Spectator - where else? - their Lordships are required to declare any interests they receive on any particular topic if they are partaking in a debate or voting on the subject, er, with one exception. If they are in receipt of an EC pension which obliges them always to support EC activities then they are excused from telling the rest of us plebs!
Bit of a 'boo-boo' there, Donald! It's all very well doing that 'iconoclast thang, Donald' but you do need to get the details right otherwise you will look like a 'komical klutz'! You are, of course, fully entitled to refuse entry to anyone you don't want in America but those pesky legal niceties have to be squared away first, particularly as you have the vast majority of American lawyers and judges against you. Only 'E' for Effort on that one, I'm afraid!
And now 'Mummy' scolds Donald: I refer, of course, to Ms. Janet Daley to whom I have extended my generous offer for her to bear my babies, an offer to which I am still awaiting a reply! Anyway, in today's Telegraph she scolds Donald severely for his mishandling of the entry/visa decision which, in essence, she sums up as an act of stupidity, if not malice, which will have to be repented at leisure. Or in other words, "He's a very naughty boy!"
OK, perhaps I was wrong: My e-pal, Bob, suggested I should try watching the American Superbowl tonight. I demurred on the grounds that one-move-a-day chess would be more exciting but then that "very naughty boy", Woodsterman, tempted me with this:
I'm not too sure what part these very fine, young gels actually play in the game but, in a very real and profound sense, do I care? Also. 'Woodsterman' had this political jibe on his site which is, of course, in the worst possible taste, er, as the dog concerned will affirm:
Oh no, Good News, say it ain't so! My final rumble today is aimed mainly at my American friends. Written by Kevin D. Williamson, it comes from The National Review and, amazingly, it will cheer you all up - promise! I confess that this blog is often guilty of crying, "Woe is me" - sorry, sorry! - but this article will put a smile of contentment back on your faces. Go read it, even if you live in Chicago, in fact, especially if you live in Chicago, it will do you good!
No more rumbles today