Showing posts with label poo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poo. Show all posts

Sunday, 26 February 2012

Western water: Tight Tories: Frankfurt sausage scene: cooking with poo: and a whiff of Rosemary.

Dark, damp and decidedly dismal at the Castle this morn, the butler is back shoving fat teenagers into the furnace, the mock orange is still in situ and I am running out of letters.

Apparently water bill payers in the West Country are to receive £50 a year from the Government under plans to be unveiled this week.
David Cameron says financial help is needed because the region has "paid unfair charges to provide clean beaches for many of us who do not live in the South West". Thirty per cent of England's coast is within Devon and Cornwall, but the bill is picked up by just 3 per cent of the population.

And I should subsidize them because?

An Oxford Tory club has been expelled by the University after it failed to pay a £1,200 charity black tie dinner bill at Cavalry and Guards Club where Liam Fox was guest of honour.
The charity dinner boasted a party frontbencher as guest of honour and appeared perfect to reinforce the Oxford University Conservative Association’s status as a training ground for Cabinet ministers.
Instead, it has led to the 88-year-old society suffering the indignity of being stripped of its university recognition after the bill went unpaid.
The association, which counts Baroness Thatcher as its patron, has lost the right to use Oxford’s name after it failed to settle a £1,200 debt for the black-tie banquet, attended by the former defence secretary Dr Liam Fox.
The society, whose former members include five current Cabinet ministers, held the dinner for 32 in support of the Army Benevolent Fund at the Cavalry and Guards Club on Pall Mall in June 2009.

Wonder where Werritty is......

On the boardroom floor of the Frankfurt headquarters of Commerzbank in Germany is the loo with a view, male Wbankers can literally take the piss from a great height.
Yesterday, a debt-for-equity swap was announced by Commerzbank and is already being eyed by other European banks as a potential blueprint to improve their balance sheet.

The other thing about it is that it is high enough to do some damage if it all goes tits up.....

Cooking with Poo and Estonian Sock Patterns All Around the World are just two of the bizarre books up for the prize of the oddest book title of the year.
In its native Thailand the title of the cook book by Saiyuud Diwong is not as strange as it sounds, as 'Poo' means 'Crab' and is also the chef's nickname.
Aino Praakli's book on socks is also shortlisted alongside The Great Singapore Penis Panic: And the Future of American Mass Hysteria by Scott D Mendelson, which details the 'Koro' psychiatric epidemic that hit the island of Singapore in 1967.
Mr Andoh's Pennine Diary Memoirs of a Japanese Chicken Sexer in 1935 Hebden Bridge by Stephen Curry and Takayoshi Andoh is also in the running for the odd accolade.
Taxonomy of Office Chairs, The Mushroom in Christian Art and A Century of Sand Dredging in the Bristol Channel: Volume Two are also among the favourites.

Must pop dahn to W.H. Smiths...

And finally: 

Worry not, allegedly the smell of rosemary could enhance your time on a crossword puzzle, a component of rosemary oil in the bloodstream is the reason.
You can also use this magical substance to rinse your hair and repel cats.
In the study, a cohort of 20 subjects were exposed to varying levels of the aroma, and then given a battery of cognitive tests and mood assessments. Apparently the cognitive performance of the subjects increased, with a corresponding mood increase of lesser magnitude. However, the real surprise came when the blood tests were processed.
The results showed absorption of 1,8-coneole into the bloodstream, meaning the natural compound was absorbed through the nose and into the blood plasma. For Moss, this means there is a more traditional biochemical explanation for the increased cognitive performances previously demonstrated. 

I don’t know anyone called Rosemary, and if I did I don’t think I would want to smell her.....

And today’s thought:
Tits up Banker