Tuesday 21 May 2024
Taboulé
Monday 20 May 2024
Our next MP?
Sunday 19 May 2024
Saturday 18 May 2024
Sparra' grass
Being taught how to walk.
When I was still at school, I was sent on a Junior Officer Training Course. I think it was at Catterick, but it could have been anywhere. A coach picked us up, and dropped us off; we didn't really know where we were.
It was a short course, maybe just 4 days; I don't remember.
Much of the course involved military matters, and I will never forget being told that Line one, of Chapter one, of the 'How to win Wars' book was 'Know your enemy, go in strong, go in hard'. I still often bore people with that phrase.
However, the other thing that often comes to mind was a lecture on how to be officer-ish in front of one's men. Apparently this didn't come naturally to some, so they needed to be taught.
An officer needs to command respect from his men, even if they don't agree with him. He should walk with a straight back at all times, look ahead, and adopt an aura of authority. At the same time he should never try to be 'superior'. His men should look up to him as a person worthy of respect.
One example we were given of the 'stiff back' approach, was when walking, and facing another approaching walker, never look away; keep your eyes focused directly ahead. It the person approaching defers his vision sideways or downwards it is a sign of submission/weakness. Whether this is true or not; I don't know.
I often think of this as I walk with Billy. The way people walk says a lot about them; especially men. I observe and wonder what impression they are trying to give; if any. I even wonder if they have given any thought to what impression their style of walk gives to others.
It's strange how certain things can stay with you throughout your life, even things as inconsequential as being taught 'how to walk'.
So, if you see an Army Officer walking straight-backed, and looking directly ahead, he probably went on the same course as me!
Friday 17 May 2024
Have we gone mad?
Thursday 16 May 2024
I think the time has come.
Wednesday 15 May 2024
Beware when driving in France.
Billy's Balls.
Tuesday 14 May 2024
The advent of Summer.
Monday 13 May 2024
Olly Alexander - Dizzy (LIVE) N.B. Contains sexual inuendo.
Sunday 12 May 2024
Remains of the Day
Saturday 11 May 2024
Ye olde clocke
Friday 10 May 2024
The Sun has got his hat on, hip hip hip hooray!
Thursday 9 May 2024
Wonkyness.
Wednesday 8 May 2024
Another problem; as if we haven't enough!
I'm really not all that interested in British politics at the moment. We've had the same government for the past 14 years, and people are simply bored and want a change; and frankly, they don't mind who they get in exchange. They'd vote for a Monkey as long as it wasn't a Tory.
Personally I'm quite middle-of-the-road. There are things I like from all political parties, and things I don't. I have yet to find a party that I feel 100% happy with. Back in the 50's my father was head-hunted by Geoffrey Johnson-Smith to stand as a Conservative MP. Father refused, saying he would only stand as an Independent Conservative, as there were many Tory policies he didn't agree with. Johnson-Smith wasn't happy, and they had a bit of a barney. I admired my father for his stance. No more was ever spoken about it.
Tuesday 7 May 2024
One man and his dog.
One of his best qualities is that he makes people smile. I think it's because he's a Border Collie, and people see him as amusing. You would hardly believe how many people stop to stroke him on a daily basis. He loves the attention.
Monday 6 May 2024
I do!
Sunday 5 May 2024
Cathedral.
Such cathedrals, or any other giant structures, will never be built again. If you're lucky such buildings could be made of brick, such as at Guildford, or Albi in France; or more likely from poured concrete as in London's Barbican. Cutting stones in such vast quantities is no longer viable.
Saturday 4 May 2024
Man who fly-tipped 20 tonnes of waste in Newham jailed for 8 months
Friday 3 May 2024
Damn and Blast.
Ask any UK motorist what his/her greatest concerns are, and he/she will more than likely reply "Potholes".
A few days ago I backed The Compact Royce Mk 2 out from my garage, pointed her towards the road, and heard the most horrible metallic 'clanking' noise from the back right hand side. It didn't seem to affect the car's ability to drive, so I continued my trip amongst dreadful noises, then called my garage man on my return.
A week or so previously I had inadvertently hit a very deep pothole not 50 yards from home, and the shock went right through the car. I now know what had happened.
The rear right hand side coil spring had snapped in two, and my man recommended that he change both left and right at the same time; which he did.
I notice that the pothole has since been filled-in, so there must have been a lot of complaints. The evidence has gone.
British roads are a disgrace. Not only are they thoroughly overcrowded but potholes are everywhere. When driving one doesn't only need to be wary of other cars and pedestrians, one also has to look out for huge regular potholes as well.
The one I drove over cost me 300 smackers! Thank you Brighton Council.
p.s. No, I shan't be asking for compensation; they wouldn't pay!