I haven't indulged in a Sunday rumble for some time. For newcomers, what happens is that instead of droning on and on, and then on for a bit more, on one subject, I sit here scratching myself and emitting short burps in different directions on different subjects.
Titanic RIP: And, boy oh boy, do I mean REST in peace! I don't know about you but I am sick to death of all this Titanic stuff, there seems to be no end to it. Of course, there are no really decent wars or famines going on at the moment and so the MSM, bless their smelly socks, have nothing else to waste their ink or their running time on. Of course, it's worth a pause and a quick thought or three but not his constant ghoulish obsession.
Darlings, I was wonderful! I know you have all been on tenterhooks wanting to know how my rehearsals went for the important, nay, critical, role of Abhorson in Shakespeare's wonderful play Ye Olde Mysterie of Abhorson, ooops, Measure for Measure. I think I can say with all modesty that I was a tremendous success. The rest of the cast, including my understudy, who have been rehearsing the play for some time now were left in stunned silence at the end of my two scenes and one was heard to mutter, "Darling, wonderful isn't the word!" Of course, it remains a mystery to me as to why the Bard in all his wisdom chose to give quite so many scenes to that bloody nun and Duke but that's the problem with writers, they never listen to actors!
China again - but no politics: I missed the first half of the Chinese Grand Prix because I was swimming - oh, by the way, have I mentioned that I - oh, right - I have - fine, move on then, shall I? - anyway, I caught the last half and it was the best F1 race I hace seen for some time. Many moons ago, in part of my rickety-rackety life, I was involved with one of the F1 teams and spent some time following 'the circus' round Europe. As a man whose interest in cars has always rested somewhere on the minus scale I was surprised to find myself rather hooked on it. However, like a lot of sports, you really do need to be there. The sheer brute power of those machines can only be appreciated up close and personal, as it were. Even so, today's race was terrific. I think only one driver fell out and the remainder were really racing - at one stage there were three cars side by side hurtling towards a corner - exciting stuff and the fact that no-one was shunted off is a magnificent tribute to the skill of the drivers. If you can catch a late recording of the race, watch it! One oddity, I noticed, was the very low turnout of spectators. I can't believe the Chinese are not interested. Perhaps the organisers priced it too high, or perhaps times are beginning to get hard in China.
Prize-winning humbuggery: I am grateful to my e-pal, Dom, who responded to my post on just one of the reasons why Obama and his wrecking crew need to go. I reported, with glee, the tale of that intrepid investigator, James O'Keefe, who managed to waltz in to a voting office and obtain Attorney-General John Holder's voting ballot because, in line with government policy, no ID was required. All American Left-wing opinion and organisations are resolutely opposed to making voter ID a requirement and you do not need to be Brain of America to guess why. Anyway, Dom sent me a film from the admirable PJTV who despatched reporters to various bastions of liberal organisations including, of course, John Holder's department and none were permitted to enter without proof of identity. Watch the film - but have a sick-bucket to hand!
Will 'Dim Dave' make it to the next election? All prime ministers go through a period of squalls and showers but usually they are confined to the perceived differences between them and their electorate. The difference today is that Cameron is losing, at an accelerating rate, the support of his own backbenchers and his party workers. They are catching up with what this erudite blog has been telling them for the last two years, that Cameron simply isn't very bright. He's an Old Etonian twit with absolutely no political philosophy - and not only do I doubt he would understand what that meant, I doubt he could even spell it! According to various reports, which began as whispers but are now being spoken out loud, he disdains the so-called 'worker bees' who keep the Tory party running in the country and surrounds himself with ex-public schoolboys of his own ilk. He has never run anything in his life - and it's beginning to show. So I ask, will he make it to the next election? And if he's knifed in the back, who will play Brutus?
A deadly beauty: In the history of warfare was there ever a more beautiful but deadly weapon designed than the Vickers Supermarine Spitfire? Even to today it still looks lethal.
I am thrilled that we have cut a deal with the Burmese government to extract the twenty Spitfires which were buried there at the end of WWII. If they can be restored they will be worth a fortune and what I hope is that the government will sell off some of them to provide a trust fund to keep, say, three of them in Britain as a heritage project. If 'Dim Dave' does that I will forgive him his many sins!
I'd say that the mosquito runs it close.
Posted by: dearieme | Sunday, 15 April 2012 at 22:38
You're right, DM, but I think the P-38 ran it even closer. Tomorrow I will run a beauty contest!
Posted by: David Duff | Sunday, 15 April 2012 at 22:52
Rickety rackety?
Posted by: Andra | Monday, 16 April 2012 at 00:57
What's wrong with that, Miss Andra, and does it mean another 50 lines?
Posted by: David Duff | Monday, 16 April 2012 at 09:21