15 Jan 2020

And Then A Missed Detail...

I note with as much interest as I can muster that Meghan the Meercat is hopping and popping up all over Canada at the moment. Strangely, none of our medial Royal Correspondents have given a clue – have they even asked? – as to who’s educating Archie during these popup appearances. Could it be that Archie has fulfilled his brand promotional duties for the time being? Or is he home alone learning to be independent like wot his mommy and daddy are aspiring to be?

I often wonder why these types crave the limelight. Same with all those who crave celebrity status or even those who fight to get into politics an’ such. And when they arrive? No more privacy, no more slipping out for a beer or a burger before your security detail have swept your car and the burger/bar joint you would like to pop into. And of course becoming a ‘target’ for every smartphone camera out there; and I believe there are lots of ‘em. What a ‘life’.

Quote;  David Brin.

“When it comes to privacy and accountability, people always demand the former for themselves and the latter for everyone else.”

            Michael Bassey Johnson.

“Always remember that you were once alone, and the crowd you see in your life today are just as unnecessary as when you were alone.”

14 Jan 2020

And Then, Back We Go Again...

I would Like to thank A K Haart twice today; once for the fascinating post regarding Geronimo and secondly for causing my grey matter to cast itself back some ten years to when I posted an old joke and thus giving me the excuse to post it again...

   A Scouser was touring the USA on holiday and stopped in at a remote bar in the hills of Nevada. He was chatting to the bartender when he spied an old Indian sitting in the corner. He had tribal gear on and long white plaits round a wrinkled old face.
  
"What’s with the old Indian over there then?" asked the Scouser.
"That's the old Memory Man." replied the bartender. "He knows everything. He can remember any fact. Why don’t you try him out?"

   The Scouser goes over, and thinking he won't know anything about English football, and asks, "Who won the 1965 FA Cup Final then?"
"Liverpool." replies the Memory Man in a blink.
"Who did they beat?"
"Leeds," was the reply.
"And the score?"
"2-1."
"Who scored the winning goal?"
"Ian St. John." Was the old man's reply.
  
The Scouser was blown away by this and, on returning home to Liddypool, told everyone about the amazing Memory Man.
   Many
years later the Scouser went back to the USA and while he was there thought he would try to find the impressive Memory Man again. Eventually he found the bar and, lo and behold, sitting in the same seat was the Indian, older and yet more wrinkled.
  
Because he had been so impressed by the old man, and as a sign of respect, the Scouser decided to greet him in the traditional Indian manner so he approached him, arm raised, palm forward and called out, "How."
The old Indian looked up and said, "Diving header in the six yard box."

Seeing as it’s Veganuary, here’s the same quote to conclude:

Quote; Andy Rooney.

“Vegetarian; an old Indian word meaning 'lousy hunter'.”

12 Jan 2020

And Then, Just Words...

With the takeover of ‘reporting’ on TV news by young ladies continuing apace, I though I’d pop in to ‘report’ on two entertaining uses of our language I overheard just this morning. One related to the ongoing farrago concerning Harry and sparkles and was delivered by some Royal family watcher and reporter. After the obligatory ‘Well’ and a  few rambling words, came the statement  ‘...they will really probably...’ Definitely finger on the pulse stuff right there.

Secondly was a young lady reporter giving her in-depth reporting regarding the shooting down of the passenger aircraft which she described as being ‘...shot down from the air...’ I gave thanks for the clarification as to where the plane had been when shot down. To me, that one is as good as the one a while back when a ship was breathlessly reported as being ‘Outside the harbour waiting on the water...’

I wonder if all these ‘reporters’ need to attend some sort of English course, to make up for the English classes they obviously missed while at school, covering  how it should be writed down and how it’s read – for read, read red -  out-loud and spoked. Or should I just accept the fact that I’m an old fellow who should stop nitpicking such stuff and just let the young talk like wot they want to?

Finally, off-topic but worth a watch;
             

Quote;  Brian Regan.

“How come they don't think you can handle a new story out of the blue on the TV news? They gotta make a little lame segue. "Hey, that's a big lotto jackpot! Speaking of lotto, there was a lot o' crime in the city today."”