When people say they are "laying in bed", it makes me wonder what they're laying. Eggs, maybe? What else could they lay? Any suggestions?
Friday, November 21, 2014
Sunday, November 02, 2014
but the rich will destroy that inheritance first. Well, what other conclusion can you come to, when the governments tax the aam aadmi (common people) for all sorts of "environmental reasons" until we squeak, and the rich get to pretty much do as they please? Take Richard Branson, for example - he was - and is - actually, seriously planning to send his fellow rich on what were essentially joy-rides into space... just because he and they could. How much more elitist could you get than that? And how could they ever justify such blatant, selfish exploitation of the earth's resources? It's not like Sir Richard is manufacturing his own fuel from scratch and therefore doesn't need to justify anything, is it? No, what he has the capacity to do is buy thousands and thousands of gallons of the stuff (or rather, the oilfields that provide the fuel and the refineries that process them), because he is obscenely rich. I've said this before - if the various governments really cared about the earth and its natural resources, they would put a stop to the private ownership by single individuals of aircraft and spaceships and supercars and the like, and make everybody use the same sort of transport to facilitate the most economical management of available resources. But that ain't gonna happen anytime soon, is it? Not while politicians can travel first class - or even private class - on public money without spending any of their own.
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
I've been aware that of late, most of my posts on this blog seem to be snarky rants about things or people or situations or... so, pretty much anything, really. And yet I'm not really a morose or negative person at heart. I just wanted to make that clear, because my posts aren't really giving the impression of a mostly happy person, are they? The one thing I'm incurably cynical about is politicians and their self-serving greed, but that's really it - anything else that annoys me is forgotten once the source of annoyance is removed.
And yet this blog brings out the ranty side of me, and I can't explain why I feel the need to record my irritability in this manner. I used to be funny with my outbursts - or at least I like to think I was funny - but now they're just outbursts, the kind of thing where if I was writing an old-fashioned Letter to the Editor, I'd sign myself off as "Pissed-Off in Shrewsbury" or "Disgusted in Market Drayton" or some such. Rants aren't fun unless they're funny, right?
I guess what I'm trying to say is that my writing muscle is getting weaker and not receiving much nourishment; my ability to put words together in an amusing way is declining. I don't want to make the effort to be funny. I don't feel like putting forward my opinion on current events because it's going to change nothing while simply adding to the general babble online. I'd just rather read other people's writing than bother to put anything together in a coherent, cohesive manner, because it takes effort. So this is less a rant and more a ramble. I can't help wondering, though, if my writing mojo will... well, reconnect with its mojo. Watch this space along with me, won't you?
Monday, October 06, 2014
... the best thing is to not BE a troll. I refer of course to Mrs Brenda Leyland who presumably killed herself after being outed as a troll who was saying nasty things to the McCanns. She may not have believed that Kate and Gerry McCann were innocent of their daughter's disappearance - that was entirely her right. But to say abusive things about them or to them, hiding behind the perceived anonymity of Twitter... well, I personally don't think that makes up any part of the right to freedom of speech. Mrs Leyland totally abused that freedom by trolling the McCanns anonymously. I only wish that all such cowardly, vicious trolls could be outed and shamed.
Everybody has nasty thoughts at one point or another, or even at many points (yes, me included *gasp* I know - unbelievable but true), but as long as those thoughts stay unexpressed, nobody's going to get hurt.
And not the least, I don't see why Martin Brunt should have to resign for doing his job. All he did was track her down and reveal her for the troll she was. He didn't hide behind anonymity and say vile things to her. I feel very sorry for Mrs Leyland's son, but I cannot find it in myself to forgive her... not once, but twice over. Once for being a cowardly troll, and again for being cowardly enough to take her own life instead of facing the music.
Friday, October 03, 2014
Who/what gave men the idea that skinny jeans are a good look on them? It's such an awful, awful, idiotically girly look. Not as bad as jeans drooping down the ass to display the underwear, but close enough. Close enough. As Snoopy would say: "Bleeeeagh"
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Before I got my driving licence, I was the ultimate passenger, uncaring of my surroundings and blissfully unaware of anything that was relevant to the person in the driving seat.
Then I got my licence... and now, when I'm the passenger instead of the driver, I find it utterly impossible to be my former careless, unheeding self. For instance, at T-junctions when we're waiting to turn right, I simply can NOT stop myself from looking left to see if there are any approaching vehicles, and then to the right again - in textbook fashion, exactly as stipulated in the Highway Code. Except, of course, I'm not driving, so it doesn't matter a jot what I do.
I've tried to deliberately not bother to see what's coming, to leave it to my chauffeur (usually Pete) to watch out for traffic - but no, my head turns automatically to the left. It's like synchronised swimming, only in my case I guess you can call it synchronised looking! That instinct is just too strong to ignore, and I guess I have my driving instructor to thank for it. So, nearly 10 years on, here's to you, Mr John Thornton. You were the best.
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
One of the least pleasant-sounding words in the English language is probably "gubbins" - British slang for "miscellaneous items". A for-instance would be "Here's the rest of the gubbins to go in the file".
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Do you think that the prats (updated to add: BBC newsreaders in particular) who pronounce the word "sexual" as "Seksual", also pronounce "usual" as "U-sual"? And "sensual" as "sens-yual" and so on. If they don't, they bleddy well should, just to be consistent in their extreme annoyingness (to coin a word?).
Friday, January 10, 2014
And this epiphany came about thanks to Shruthi Rao.