Saturday, 23 April 2016

EU... if FIFA was a Government...

With a huzza! boys for Her Majesty, Shakespeare and St George!

And a demnation on Festung Europa!

Tuesday, 19 April 2016

Sinking With The Titamic

Watch the Titanic sink in 2:41:18.

Soon you can e-sink or iSink with her. Sooooooon.



Friday, 15 April 2016

Tuesday, 5 April 2016

Sunday, 21 February 2016

Colleagues, Co-Workers

Colleagues, co-workers:
  • why are they incompetent, devious and malevolent?
  • why do they look like Uncle Fester?
These are just some of the profound mysteries that are to be explored in up-coming posts, and to no avail.

Whereas ME...

...noble, intelligent, capable, decisive, courageous, kind: not your run-of-the-mill colleague or co-worker at all. So why am I one?

I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

T S Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (1920)

The Tigress of Nescience

Not only Arjuna, but every one of us is full of anxieties because of this material existence. Actually we are not meant to be threatened by nonexistence. Our existence is eternal. But somehow or other we are put into asat. Asat refers to that which does not exist [...] Actually we are all swallowed by the tigress of nescience...

A C Bhaktivedānta Svāmī Prabhupāda, Bhagavad-Gītā As It Is (2015) p8

Friday, 29 January 2016

Tennis Integrity Unit

Four combat tours and a slew of black ops with the Navy Seal Spetsnaz Rangers. Left the Service and passed some time watching the world go by through the bottom of a Jack Daniels bottle.

An old buddy picked me up off a bar floor somewhere out west of nowhere. Come on in, fella, we need a good man like you.

Didn't tell me he was walking me into the Tennis Integrity Unit.


Don' you go an be no foo'
Get yo bad ass in da TIU.

Thursday, 14 January 2016

Why The British Will Never Be Successfully Civilised

Put nice trays and stubbing plates on top of bins to encourage the good Citizen to put out his or her cigarette there

and the dog-ends start to collect on bins that have so such Amenity

and on pretty much anything that sticks out of the pavement.

Which is, if you ask me, a Good Thing.

Thursday, 24 December 2015

Merry Christmas!

A Merry Christmas To All My Reader

and whatever the New Year may bring  l'très saint Hollande et tous les politiciens preserve you from the terrors of the Gloooobal Warning!