The Fates have a certain grim humour which causes them to juxtapose events which emphasise or undercut more strongly the one the other. So this week Clotho spun the thread of fate which ensured that 53 Commonwealth Heads of State met for their biennial bash. This at a time when their Leaderine for decades is, … Continue reading Hi, honey! Am I home?
I gather that the irascible flame-haired Groundskeeper Willie of The Simpsons is being held up by people-seeking-offence as another example of racism. This despite man-in-the-street Scots galore saying they take no offence, find him hilarious etc. This latter load of old boloney follows the craven and inexplicable kowtowing of the show's producers to effect a … Continue reading The Devil’s workshop
A major regret for me at 72 is that I’m unlikely, unless Camelot shines the spotlight on me sharpish, to visit places in the world outside Europe. China, Montana, Kentucky, N. India for starters, then one of the two New Zealand islands. Some people are puzzled I’ve no desire to visit Australia. I’m certain the … Continue reading The captain and the clowns depart
I remember going to see the Goya Portraits exhibition at the National Gallery a few years back. I was delighted that in one of the rooms there was a man playing a grand piano in one corner, some boogie, some stride, some Erroll Garner.
I blogged a piece some weeks ago about how so many managers are appointed via the Peter Principle which suggests that "in time, every post tends to be occupied by an employee who is incompetent to carry out assigned duties". And how, after the most catastrophic management failures, the people clearly and unambiguously responsible are … Continue reading Never give a clown too many balls to juggle
For the first time since schooldays (I was 7) this cynical old bugger listened to the Queen's Christmas message. I know why I did. It wasn't because I hoped to hear something revelatory, or anarchic, or even particularly original. She didn't say "Yo, cats. I'm gonna lay a drape under the trey of knockers for … Continue reading Little Old Lady from way back when
The Dam Busters film was on again somewhere on the channels tonight and as ever I just had to watch the last 30 minutes. Other than the frankly clumsy explosive "columns of water" at each explosion the film is almost perfect. I know the script pretty well by heart, since the dialogue is almost word … Continue reading No country for old men
I know it's Christmas, loose-needled fir trees, surprised virgin, goodwill to all wo/men, problems at the inn, three kings, full house, deck the halls, giblet gravy, socks AGAIN, heartburn, Amazon returns forms. But I'm royally pissed off with yet another email saying: "We have deçaided not to send Christmas cards any longer and will be … Continue reading Humbug as cold as charity
You probably have only heard of Christine Keeler, one of the two young girls at the heart of the 60s Profumo scandal. That she's just died is something of a sadness for me. When she and the sparky Mandy Rice-Davies were the centre of every lusting schoolboy's world including this one's, it wasn't simply that … Continue reading Goodbye to all that
My feeling that I'm living in an unhappy fractured land (this blog: The New Babylon 05 August - https://atillathecheckout.wordpress.com/2017/08/05/the-new-babylon/) has intensified with the accelerating woman-led movement of Offensivebehaviourinpubliclife.com. Whilst for the most part vastly less important than the dreadful revelations of child abuse over the past two years, it does include accusations, even hints, of rape … Continue reading “Then let them use us well” (Emilia – Othello IV.3)