Hey, schmuks, don't mess with Her Maj! I haven't read the details - life is short and getting shorter! - but from the commentary it looks as though H&M have been handed their arses on silver salver! Meghan will not care, she is, after all, a grovelling subject of the Hollywood dynasty - good luck with that one! Harry will probably feel the self-inflicted wounds as time goes on. My totally clueless guess is that Meghan's mini-career prospects will gradually wither along with her relationship with Harry and the pair of them will shuffle off into the twilight of obscurity. I hope I'm wrong, I usually am!
With apologies to Matt and the DT:
Make Meghan's dad a Duke! Thomas Markle appears to have more common-sense in the finger he uses to yank open a can of beer than his dippy daughter has in her entire body! Give him a seat in the House of Lords!
Lord Bercow? Pass the sick bag - quick! According to reports, 'Jezza' Corbyn, as leader of the opposition, is considering offering Bercow a seat in the Lords. Presumably he will sit as a Labour peer thus reducing even further the opinion of the dreaded 'Peeps' as to the worthiness of the Labour party. 'Good thinking', Jezza, that should improve your chances at the next election - NOT!
Off out for lunch: Er, with the Memsahib, of course, at The White Post restaurant. Good grub and superb views across 'Zummerzet'. Back later . .
Sent to me by a friend: Whose head will surely be chopped off in the Tower!
I'm shocked, I tell you, shocked!
A question I asked some time ago:
Asked again by The American Thinker - when and why did "Global Warming" become "Climate Change":
When the accelerated warming trend that began in the 1980s ran out of steam in 1997, what would become an extended levelling-off period set in. Instead of acknowledging their dire predictions of unstoppable rising temperatures were embarrassingly wrong, climate doomsayers came up with a new tag for the alleged threat. What was once referred to almost exclusively as “global warming” was quietly given an alter ego: “climate change.” Since global temperatures were in a virtual flatline, claims of cataclysmic warming were no longer believable. Rather than admitting they were wrong and looking for another way to destroy capitalism, the doomsayers simply switched gears, and invented a clever new trick to frighten voters with terrifying scenarios of imminent environmental calamity. Since runaway warming wasn’t happening, they concocted the specious narrative that extreme weather events, every one of them, are caused by, you guessed it: climate change. Almost overnight, climate change was made the scapegoat for every severe hurricane, drought, flood, heat wave and blizzard that appeared, as if such unpleasant things had never before occurred.
Couldn't have put it better myself!
No more rumbles
The reviewer of The White Post writes under heading eight that: "Chef-patron Brett Sutton – a seven-time finalist in the Roux Scholarship competition – is a natural host, and during this visit (and previous) I have seen strangers leave as firm friends, often with a cheeky nickname."
David, did you get such a nickname today?
Posted by: Whitewall | Sunday, 19 January 2020 at 12:59
"Meghan's mini-career prospects will gradually wither along with her relationship with Harry"
And at about the same speed as her looks, I dare say.
Posted by: Whyaxye | Sunday, 19 January 2020 at 13:33
For claiming not to care about H&M, you've devoted a lot of space to them, David. Supposedly they're independently wealthy, so it's fairly sure their lives won't be veils of tears. I'm just glad I can change the channel or otherwise skip over any mention of them.
Posted by: Bob | Sunday, 19 January 2020 at 16:17
Could that first photo also be called 'Steptoe and Wife'?
Posted by: Whitewall | Sunday, 19 January 2020 at 17:24
I still don't care about these people. I must be on a different planet and I think it's better there.
Posted by: Andra | Sunday, 19 January 2020 at 21:12
Whyaxye. Your comment is likely to be proven right. But we must wait but not too long as time is passing and the bones are creaking.
Posted by: Glesga | Sunday, 19 January 2020 at 23:35
If you want to know how life will turn out for the Bearded Rupert - Google Edward VIII!
Posted by: Backofanenvelope | Monday, 20 January 2020 at 12:03
Indeed, BOE, I made a similar allusion when this business first arose.
Posted by: David Duff | Monday, 20 January 2020 at 13:29
Pinched your pix, mate.
Liked them tremendously, and the saying springs to mind: "So true!"
Posted by: Mike Cunningham | Tuesday, 21 January 2020 at 17:42