Continuing

Amiral des Blogues: I am determined to write a new blog entry every day. Every day in every way I will blog better and better.

Human Race:  We will certainly read your blog.

The Blogger in the Iron Mask: srsly?

Australopithecinea: They're pulling your leg mate.


The Blogger who Came in from the Cold: Suppose I'd better stick a picture in for decoration.

Australopithecinea: Yeh why not.

Sinking Feeling

Blogista: +++ enamour duckling dryness prevene +++

Readers: Wha.

Blogista: Chief engineer is dead, captain is continually drunk, all of the passengers drowned, leaves no profit whatever.

From the A.B.C. Telegraphic Code (4th Edition) 1880.

Oh what fun they must have had in those days.

The European Banking System

How she works.

Forever Alone

I know it is sad, and that I am sad...

...but I just love th'interwebs.

Everybody's Friend

Thanks to your floppy-haired imaginary friend and Prime Minister (what, you haven't seen "Love, Actually" which stars me as a floppy-haired imaginary friend and Prime Minister)...

Readers: Have you actually seen "Love Actually"?

Blogster: No, I haven't, actually. I have never actually seen a film in which Hugh fucking Grant has actually appeared. Nor either an actually television series. I believe he has actually appeared in many Jane-Austin-related costume farces which I have not actually seen either.

Readers: Why u no get real? Hugh fucking Grant has gone so much lot of trouble to help you see what is. What IS. WHY U NOOO???

I Am So Sorry

I cannot tell you how sorry I am for not posting more frequently.

Best I can do is "not". I am not sorry at all. Nor are you.

I founded this blog with the sincere intention of creating a rubbish dump for those wormy hobby-horsical loose shifty random mental spasms aka "thoughts" that crept up and mugged me from time to time.

Reality has overtaken me. I am no longer able to compete with the madness out there and

Readers: Hate to interrupt you in mid-flow but would you care to publish some news?*snurk*

Blogista: My cat Tiddles has died.

Readers: Now we fucking GOT YA COLD, is a bulti-billion pound fine and time up before the beak. I mean the fucking judge, dirtbag.

Blogista: I don't even have a cat. I was just making that up.

Readers: You print what Hugh fucking Grant TELLS you to print and you fucking print it when Hugh fucking Grant fucking TELLS you to fucking print it, orright?

Blogista: In breaking news, my goldfish Tiddles has some fungus on his gills. Defiant to the end, eh?

Hugh fucking Grant:  You fucking don't print that til I tolt yew to fucking print that OKAY?

Russian Mafia: Sort Cyprus. Don't nick our money.Word to the wise.

Whistle

Mr Xoggoth, our only reader, has been given a whistle-operated Device by Mrs. Xoggoth.

M. R. James in "Oh, Whistle, and I'll Come to You, My Lad" shows you what happens when such Devices are operated.

Now I will be left alone with my plesiosaurs, who don't read blogs.

Public Service

Some may opine that this my blog is a farrago of incoherent whim-whams but, by golly, here is a link to an excellent Online Etymological Dictionary.

And there are links on the right to more than one site concerned with plesiosaurs, yes, plesiosaurs.

Brits Abroad

An anxious SS report from August 1943 that British POWs are not  making the desired impression...

Some other British prisoners were singing a rude song to the tune of "Deutschland uber Alles" as they passed two high German officials in uniform. When one of these officials said "That's going a little too far, my friends", one of the prisoners who understood German called back "We're not your friends, we're British."

 The crowning insult was the disfigurement of a portrait of the Führer in a station waiting room by a British prisoner who drew rude pictures over it.

Examples were quoted of prisoners simply walking away and refusing to work - or doing their work so badly that it constituted a danger.

And...

The British are always decently dressed, their uniforms are always in faultless condition, they are shaved, clean and well fed. Their attitude is extraordinarily self-possessed, one could almost say arrogant and overbearing.

...of course that's broadly how the Brits abroad are to this day.

A Merry Christmas to All My Reader

This magnificent figure is the Mammoth of Frost from Tomtor in the Oymyakonskii Region of the the Sakha Republic.