Who Is Tony, Where Is Rupert?

What the hell has Sylvia got to do with it?

Maybe we should change the clocks so that those dark hours do not arrive at the wrong time.

Oh : Ah Dunno......

Rest In Peace Anticant

You deserve it.

What did you leave us with?
That is easy to answer.

Keep on trying and working and doing towards that which is right and to the good. ( but still find a joke or a dig at the postmodern-turns that tickle)

Anticant : you were a beauty beyond words.

Zola Is Not Amused

I never thought that Social Realism was like this.

Climate Change : a window of opportunity

The rich already know this and say bring it on.

POSTMAN PAT IS FOR THE CHOP

The hermeneutics of this versus that is to be banned although, this far, they can only ban the messenger.

Is this, yet again, the death of "left and right"?

All We Want for Christmas is :-

My two front teeth?

Can it be? Mr B?

I am sure that we want other things.

For me it is ............. A Christmas Pudding

IN THE NORTH THE ELK IS OFTEN PISSED

Northern Elks enjoy, at this time of the year, well fermented apples and things like that. It does wonders for their X-Factor ratings.

Have you ever seen an elk when pissed?

Such a sight makes me glad to be human.

IT IS SO VERY VERY DARK

As I write I sense that I have hardly seen a sun or even a dim lighted day for sometime now. We are now getting to the dark times.

OK you try and live happily with almost 24 hours of damned darkness.

WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE "EUROPEON"

Let us face it. Europeons ( that is European peons) have been a'plenty.

There was once a newspaper with such a name.
The crossword was designed for those that had had a tipple or two.

From the 1600s in Britain through to the late 1700s in France the really existing "Europeon" was always getting lost somewhere.

I HAD A DREAM

I was bonking with a beautiful mermaid by the seashore.

You must excuse me right now I need to go back to bed.

I WILL DO MY BIT FOR COPENHAGEN

I will only eat my delicious pea soup on a Thursday.
Over the Xmas I will eat up as many farting beasts as I can.

Along with Mr Murdoch I have de-googled the University of East Anglia.

I am also planning never to piss in the snow again ( even if I thought it was nice art work).

I am working hard on a few more decisions but it may take a week or two to finalise the totality.

WAS IT BILL OR WAS IT BEN ?

That turned the flower pot around just then.

Am I mad if I google and bad if I bing?

A few years ago I would never have dreamt of a thing

Like this.

I AM NOW OFF TO PLANT A LITTLE TREE

I am doing this to show my togetherness and consideration for the world.

This my day of really Royal feelings and celeb feelings at that.

Let us also celebrate, at the same time, our Green Stock wisdom.

WE MUST CHARGE THE BANKS FOR BEING OVERDRAWN

Those that get into pitifully bad debt must end up paying.

After all those savings accounts and pensions and insurance premiums it is high time that the overdrawn banks paid their dues.

WOULD YOU COMMENT ON THIS PICTURE TONI?

You must have seen it before.

But Toni : do you have any nice pictures from Iraq?

WHO SHOULD WE BRAND AND WHY?

It seems to be that loveable and sturdy ponies on Exmoor are being branded. That is scarred. That is classified and disfigured. Are there good reasons why we should "brand" beings?

Of course there are.
We should "brand" our politicians. Not necessarily with a red hot poker but certainly with some kind of permanent ear-ring or burnt mark on the forehead.

Why?
Because we own them. We pay for them. Therefore we must control them and mark them well for life.

WE HEAR THAT : REPOSSESSIONS ARE LOWER THAN EXPECTED

What is really significant here is that a parliament and a party has this lack of historical fact as common knowledge.

BEING AFTER DEATH

I have been a pondering. Which of the elemental facilities would be the prefered choice for our Being after death?

Fire?

Earth?

Water?

Under this rage for privatisation I am beginning to understand that even my poor life will end as an expensive trick ( and a profit for somebody else). That is even with "cut-price" funerals.

I GET THE FEELING AGAIN THAT ...

The war-machine and the political-economy is warming up agin.

My voice is not so powerful anymore. My ears are also immune to Sgt Major training schemes.

But I am left, still, with my sense of smell.

Something stinks to high heaven right now.

WHAT A WEEKEND...

First I was enchanted afresh as my daughter joined with 70 others to perform Adiemus ( Songs of Sanctuary ) and I was lucky to be able to attend as an enchanted member of the audience.

Then I attended a funeral. One of our beloved neighbours died and was buried today. She was only ninety five years of age. It was a very formal funeral. That was OK.