Just another thing I don't
understand
On the radio news: a memorial was
unveiled by the Princess Royal.
Why does the 'princess' have to be
qualified by that 'royal'? Is there a non-royal princess? Apart, that
is, from those identified by those rear window stickers? Isn't a
unroyal princess just not a princess? Wouldn't that just mean the
memorial was unveiled by Anne? (It is Anne, isn't it?).
Assuming that there isn't an unroyal,
non-royal, anti-royal, ex-royal variety, or a princess
without-royalness, then that 'royal' after the 'princess' is
absolutely redundant.
Bet in play...nah (now)
“Ray Winston' 'ere. Bet 365 'as over
a fashand in-play markets. Whaz da latest? Dey're comin' up nah, in
da nex' five seconds.
Dere: nah more bettin' on da archbishop
fing.
Nah, get onna ya laptops an' phones.
Dere's a new archbishop app ya can dahn-load.”
The new archbishop of Canterbury is...
...drumroll...
The old bish of Durham.
I knew that. If you want religious
insider information, try Ladbrokes.
Disappointing photo of the day...
...is under the headline Woolly Mammoth
Found Near Paris. The photo shows the guys digging up the remains of
the mammoth.
Wouldn't it have been much more
exciting to see the beast strolling down the Champs-Elysees, swinging
it's trunk into tables of Gauloises in ashtrays, espresso in tiny
cups and absinthe, sending people rushing for the cameras and phone
video applications? Surely a photo editor on his last week before
retirement and with some photoshop ability...
Obama's back in...
...and that has to be good, but I
suspect that nothing much is going to change.
The tory paedo list...
...Google was worse than useless.
Apparently it's not trending on twitter. No clues. Just Google Leon
Brittan.
Gravity's Rainbow
On Ernest Pudding:
“His greatest triumph on the
battlefield came in 1917, in the gassy, Armageddonite filth of the
Ypres salient, where he conquered a bight of no man's land some 40
yards at is deepest, with wastage of only 70% of his unit.”
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