Showing posts with label ditty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ditty. Show all posts

Monday, 16 January 2012

Yacht an idiot: Silly Billy wants war: Cannibal harlequins: Bombing Montecristo: some Chinese bodyguards: and a twenty first century ditty.

Cold and crusty yet again at the Castle this morn, the study is overpopulated with dodgy difference machines, the boiler is nearing the temperature of the sun and his Maj has discovered the joy of putting things in his water bowl.

Just returned from the stale bread, gruel and pussy food run at Tesco, the Elfandsafety would have a field day...

My lovely young lady has just trimmed my locks, and; A couple more inane pics:


His Maj skating on the frost.

And a cold statue.

We should stump up more than a few million squids to present her Maj with a nice new “Royal Yacht”; Michael Gove believes the present would ‘recognise the Queen’s highly significant contribution to the life of the nation’.
He has written a private letter to Culture Secretary Jeremy Hunt, who is overseeing the celebrations, and to the Deputy Prime Minister Nick Clegg, suggesting celebrations for the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee ‘should go beyond those of previous jubilees and mark the greater achievement that the diamond anniversary represents’.

Bollocks, give her a medal instead-much cheaper.


Silly Billy (baseball cap and room sharing, but not gay) Hague reckons that military action against Iran cannot be ruled out as the rogue state steps up its nuclear threat.
Western governments, including Britain, have moved to step up sanctions over Iran’s nuclear programme, threatening an embargo on its vital oil exports. In response, Tehran has talked of blocking the Straits of Hormuz oil shipment route.
silly Billy said: “We are clearly not calling for or advocating military action. We are advocating meaningful negotiations, if Iran will enter into them, and the increasing pressure of sanctions to try to get some flexibility from Iran.’’
“We have never ruled anything out. We have not ruled out any option, or supporting any option. We believe all options should be on the table, that is part of the pressure on Iran,” he said.

No option then....

There is a real war going on, an explosion in the number of harlequin ladybirds has led to people's homes being infested with the creatures – and threatened native ladybirds.
While the two-spotted and seven-spotted varieties are emblematic of the British countryside, the larger harlequin, first seen in the UK in 2004 and now numbering billions, has become the nation's most abundant species. Rather than feasting on aphids and greenfly, the harlequin also eats lacewings, hoverflies and even other ladybirds.

Rolled up newspaper time.....

The Island of Montecristo is to be bombed with poison after rat infestation, the uninhabited island, a protected nature reserve lying between the coast of Tuscany and Corsica has been invaded by thousands of black rats.

The rodents are believed to have arrived on the four-square-mile island as stowaways on boats a few years ago but have now multiplied.

Authorities are planning to use aircraft to bombard the island with poison pellets in a bid to tackle the infestation.

The plan is to drop around 26 tonnes of pellets on the island at the end of this month.

Who ‘counted’ the rats on Montecristo then.....

Female bodyguards from Tianjiao Special Bodyguards/Safety Consultants Limited had their “devil day” training.
This is the company’s first public female bodyguard training session. Tianjiao Special Bodyguards currently has 20 female bodyguards, the majority of them being university graduates. The girls need to undertake 8-10 months of professional training to master enough defence and protection skills in order to provide better service to clients.
Tianjiao Special Bodyguard Company will send the members of this squad of female bodyguards with the best performance to the Israeli International Security Academy to undergo even more professional skills training.

Not that tough, have a look at the pic...

And finally: the reason why I am a bit tardy this day:

Take me back to the old days

In days of yore when I were young
And we were taught to hold our tongue
When state provided heat and light
And chuff chuffs too-coo what a sight

When jobs were many, housing too
And life was simple-unlike ‘noo’
When go juice cost us just a bit
And cars were rare as phoenix shit

And schools were just as bad as now
Apart from caning-what a cow
And phones were things attached by wire
When black hard stuff were used on fire

When the box had just three channels
And our best programmes came in annals
When summer came and summer went
And global weather wasn’t bent

When MPs didn’t seem as bad
Its really changed since I were’ lad
I wish I could go back to then
And keep with me the current gen.


And today’s thought:


Thursday, 1 October 2009

One Year on

Well, it seems I have made it; one years blogging that is, with some six hundred odd posts.

I have included those from the Politico, NHS the other side and the baby of the family-AnglishLit (which is still in the crawling stage.) blogs because they grew from All and Sundry rather like warts and all are interchangeable.

There are some forty odd other posts but those are on the NHS site I used to blog for, so are not included, not because I am ashamed of them but because that was another part of my psyche which has healed itself.

I have enjoyed the last year, well blogging anyway, and I notice that the style has changed, from This to This, bit more mellow maybe, bit more laid back, bit more humour, bit less hard faced.

I have learned a lot, made some new friends (and lost some), managed to avoid the demons in the main, and watched the followers and hits creep up, not to the levels of the “mega” bloggers but sufficient to encourage me to keep going.

I have also realised that I don’t know much about writing, or politics, or the background to the problems in the world, and that I am not “well educated”, or cognizant of many subjects, but being the arrogant git that I am I still manage to vomit forth my take on the world.

I have also realised that the Blogosphere is a powerful weapon which just as any weapon, can be used for good or evil, and is seen as threatening by the “powers that be”.

There are some wonderful bloggers out there as well as some galactic Numptys, bit like life really.

So; that is it, one year down and who knows how many more to come, one thing is for sure; I will continue to blog as it is now part of my life, and as usual some days I will love it and others I will hate it.

So to celebrate here is another ditty what I have wrote:

A Year of Blogging

A year of blogging I have done
A whole twelve months, where has it gone
I started out with such passion
But has my passion now been rationed
Am I me or am I Angus
Are my posts more like a rebus

Did I take the easy path
And just try to make you laugh
Did I dodge the proper news
And my responsibility abuse
Do I know enough to say
My views on life from day to day

Have I made the right decision
To avoid the awful burden
That proper bloggers seem to take
To tell the truth for all our sakes
To dig and dig and bring to light
And try to make the world alright

Can I justify my scribble
Or is it just a load of drivel
Am I feeling rather fearful
That if I didn’t make you chuckle
Would the Angus blog just buckle
Are my readers so very fickle

But wait, it is just what it is
It has some good news and some bad
But all in all it makes me glad
To bring some smiles to all and sundry
To look at life from underneath
And to the world some fun bequeath

A year of blogging I have done
Six hundred posts have come and gone
Six hundred posts what I have wrote
The Angus blog is still afloat
My view on life I can connote
Will still be here and laughter promote