The football team that I used to support as a teenager won their FA Cup semi-final match 5-0 today. That means they’ll be playing in an FA Cup final for the first time in their history. Why didn’t they do that when I was a teenager?
Another word I like is ‘piddle,’ as in ‘Hey, Missus, thar cat’s just piddled on mar strawb’rry plants.’
I heard it said recently that I am related to every person descended from anybody living in Europe at the time of the Norman Conquest. That’s some extended family. Mind you, it was Stephen Fry who said it, and he does get a bit carried away with his simplistic pronouncements. He also said that the only effect of banning tobacco advertising was to save the tobacco companies money, completely missing the fact that the point of advertising isn’t just to compete with rival companies, but also to generate demand.
Some bloke in England faces the prospect of losing his job for putting a Palm Sunday cross on the dashboard of his company van. It’s against the rules, apparently, to ‘personalise’ company vehicles. We’re in danger of being suffocated in Britain these days by legislation, rules and PC no-go areas.
The classic song Mad About the Boy wasn’t written as a woman’s song at all. It was written by Noel Coward, dear old queen or queer old dean, as you prefer.
There’s a post up at the Finding Life Tumblr, a quotation from Baudelaire extolling the virtues of being and remaining drunk. Recommended. On my way.
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