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Sunday, 18 August 2013


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I used to get up on Sunday mornings to go and teach urchins to play rugby. I'd give just about anything to be fit enough to go and do that now.

What you just heard, DM, was a huge intake of breath through pursed lips! Have you no idea how highly dangerous rugby can be? And you taught little kiddie-winkies how to play that nasty game! You should be 'ad up, honestly you should!

Bed? Don't you read the epidemiology research? Bed is where almost everyone (despite the claims) dies (a surprising number engaged in 'aerobic exercise of a certain type' with other bed occupants [a subset also involving fruit and/or handcuffs results in the deceased colloquially being termed 'a conservative MP']).

As everyone knows alcoholics can fall off buildings, get hit by 38 ton trucks, etc. yet survive entirely unscathed to annoy everyone else - for ever! A similar effect is observed in inanimate objects with a spare tyre always surviving any cataclysmic explosion and being seen rolling away from the conflagration.

So drink yourself into a stupor and wear a spare tyre round your waste if you want to live forever (at least that's the reasoning I gave the Magistrate after I was found in that condition a while ago).

Thank God for that, Able, at last I can get up!

Here's the original picture of Obama.

As everyone knows alcoholics can fall off buildings, get hit by 38 ton trucks, etc. yet survive entirely unscathed to annoy everyone else - for ever!

Able plainly is a man of discernment. You see now David - I'm doing service to humanity!

I see, you were one of the volunteers for live testing, then!

Figured it obvious.

"Doing" service is different from "did" service.

And don't forget

That was a new one for me, DM.

And so.... you say you can "get up". Bully for you ... but can you "get IT up?" That's a more important question, surely.
Or shall I ask the memsahib?

And furthermore .... "nearly did for me." What the hell does that mean? I've often wondered. Well, not that often really. But I am wondering now. And an answer is required.

In the meantime I'd rather you didn't use the expression any more. I think it's stupid.

And that's my rumble - and it's Monday!!

And further-furthermore, I am just finishing the book you recommended a while ago - "Gone Girl".
Now that's a good book, maybe even a terrific book. I've hardly done anything else all weekend - I now have about 35 pages to go and
I sincerely hope the ending doesn't disappoint me after all the twists and turns so far.
I will make sure I read Ms Flynn's two previous books.
Thanks muchly for the nudge Mr Duff.

By the way -- and maybe JK can correct me if I'm wrong -- but I don't think Obama was really photoshopped into the photo, because the White House long ago admitted -- under pressure -- that the whole scene was staged. I mean, the people are looking at a blank screen long after OBL was killed.

Ah Andra:

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You do me of course, JK (The Ark) & I You

"As I'm given Dom"

You're not entirely incorrect concluding thus.

Andra, I am delighted you are enjoying the book - and, yes, there is another twist coming! Now you must move on to "Defending Jacob" - that truly is a 'shocker' in the best sense. Well written, too.

As for your complaints concerning my English, I was actually expecting some gratitude for my efforts to teach you colloquial English. There's just no pleasing some people!

You may well be right, Dom, but he does look odd in that photo the more you look at him.

See what was published in the ABC, a spanish newspaper, a few days ago. Is that true? (luckily for you, I've used the googled translator)

The Rock of Dover
José M. Areilza

August 13, 2013

Perhaps not many people know the Rock of Dover, the tiny area around the castle and harbor of this coastal city. In just a few hectares, the descendants of English Catholics and the Spanish soldiers who supported the wars against the Protestants, have resisted invitations always somewhat dismissive British and miscegenation have recreated a curious Spanish-English identity. Dover is a strategic location in the English Channel, an autonomous government that aspires to become a micro-state and works as a free port with a very advantageous tax regime. It has shown an unusual capacity to attract traffic and investments of all kinds and, lately, betting companies online. The tiny territory ceded by the British crown Spanish defenders of renegade Catholics was extended by way of fact during the Second World War, thanks to the enthusiastic participation of the inhabitants of Dover, who occupied the adjacent beach guise of installing some defenses antiaircraft. Years later, the Catholic Channel warlike always came up over the dunes to nothing less than the only bullring in northern Europe. Spain theoretically protects the rights of today and ten thousand souls forgotten corner and enables local government to issue passports, but do not really know what to do with a historical relic that has managed to escape the dubious status of museum visitors. With practicality. intensively used as a military base port, but instead have to subsidize people in times of famine and face when the various businesses that undertake locals call too much attention. The visit to the town of Dover is priceless: Civil Guards with tricorn, Andalusian taverns, a branch of El Corte Ingles and pictures of the king of Spain in every house. Top of the castle, waving the Spanish flag and the banner of the Stuarts, answered by the barking of the last colony of monk seals at the foot of the cliff, a symbol of the stubborn resistance of this unusual place. However, for right-thinking Englishmen scandal, the vast majority of doverianos try to live in the neighboring county of Kent, which are not taxed. Yes, employ local labor in the rock business. A good example is the mayor-president, Manolo Evans, with house in Canterbury, fond of hunting of pheasants and a partner in a thriving law firm. After trying a thousand ways, London has found a strong ally to regain sovereignty or Duvres Dover, in the Spanish centuries ago, which was considered a mere colony, as we recognized in United Nations repeatedly. Disturbed by the recent request for a referendum on independence in the Hebrides, prepared with powerful betting houses the capital, very irritated by competition from online businesses, building a replica of the town, New Dover, just at the border, with their same tax advantages, in order to sink this burgeoning empire bilingual

Ortega, you have shown me a new 'face of Spain' that I had never thought existed - ironic humour! Even mangled by Google Translate that was very funny and very what we call 'tongue in cheek', meaning not to be taken seriously. And "Doverianos" - I love it and I shall never think of Dover in quite the same way again.

Hey! Not so hard on the doctors! I have worked with a goodly number of British educated doctors and nurses. (I am a nurse.) They were nearly all terrific. (Surgeons show signs of Aspergers in any land.)Yes, I understand that the NHS sucks, and I do not mean that in a good way, but the professionals do the best that they can.

Sure, sure, there is a huge volume of propaganda intended to convince the British public that they are being gently cared for by the NHS and the welfare state, contrasted to the heartless Americans, who have no protections for the poor. However, to make this propaganda work, the same public must be kept ignorant of Medicaid, Medicare, Food stamps, Section 8 housing assistance, etc. No, the NHS sucks, and we are headed for the same disaster. But and however, your doctors are primo.

You're right, Michael, to diagnose the fact that part of my attitude to doctors/nurses is a kick back against 60 years of media-led 'agit-prop' and numerous TV series featuring kind-hearted and fantastically expert doctors plus their hand maidens, those 'angels of mercy', the nurses. Happily, by and large, I have avoided their attentions for most of my life but I never swallowed the propaganda whole.

I have written this before but it bears repeating: doctors are like plumbers; out of any ten of them, two are brilliant, the next six are OK-ish and the last two should have been bricklayers because they will never understand plumbing as long as they live. The problem is that in our beloved NHS ("the envy of the world"!) we have no choice so you don't know which 'plumber' you will get.

Finally, this year the image has been well and truly shattered by the Mid Staffs Hospital scandal - google it up but have a sick-bag handy! Now there are signs that the Great British Public are beginning to view the medical profession with realism which is an excellent advance.

"Great British Public are beginning...realism." Yes, yes, yes! That is the key. Our problem is not Obama, but an ignorant electorate who would RE-elect him.

I will admit, however, and I am not a conspiracist, that there is a disturbing possibility that the election was stolen in a few states, swinging the whole thing his way. My reason for not believing in conspiracies is the numbers. The number of people who'd have to engage in, say, the "inside job" to bring down the Towers, would vastly exceed the number who could keep their yaps shut about it. However, election fraud is pretty easy, really, too easy, here, and we know that there is some of it, just not the extent. When I was a kid, (I'm) sixty two) we used a system much like yours, in most places, paper ballots, two counters, (ahem) honor. In some of the big cities in the Northeast, they used machines, and always elected Democrats, but we thought it was union influence. Now, more local jurisdictions use machines, and more people know how to fiddle with them, and, mysteriously, we elect more Democrats. Living, as you do, in a place with pretty transparent elections, you would see at a glance where the week points are.

Oops, time to go to work. More anon.

Alas, Michael, the rot has already set in 'over here' with the introduction of postal ballots. I, too, suspect many of the votes in several districts 'over there' were run on, let us say, Chicago lines!

This is like hearing a dear old friend is gravely ill. I miss the days when my grandmother was the election judge in our home town. Even though she was a Democrat, there was never a shadow of a doubt that the result of 'her' elections was absolutely accurate.

My departure from the ranks of 'the Party of the people' was a direct result of the shenanigans in Florida in 2000. Even though my Beloved Spousal Unit and I had come to see that the Dems' policies and programs did not really work, we thought that their hearts were in the right place. Then they started to make such outrageous claims about the Vote-O-Matic machines, the "dimpled chads" and all that BS, so obvious to us, who had also been election clerks, using those very machines. We started out hearing things that sounded weird, like Blacks being turned away, in Democrat majority precincts. Why would they be doing that? When they started to claim that the machines malfunctioned, failed to record voter intent, and more recounts were needed to learn the intent of voters who had been turned away and never cast a ballot, and the supposedly impartial media just repeated all that with never a question, nor even a report of anyone who raised such a question, it was as shocking as hearing that ones mother had cheated on ones father.

Now, of course, we have come to realize that, although the truth may hurt, so do polio shots, but both have a good effect, over the long run. Currently, at least we can see the armature on which their lies are constructed. It's cold comfort, these days, but truth is power, I suppose, somehow.

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