Not a quote as such, but Black Friday Sainsbury’s style made me chuckle…
Month: November 2019
A limerick a week #167
The actress formely known as Demelza…
Anyone who is familiar with the tosh served up in this blog will be aware that I batted for Team Demelza in the maelstrom that was her relationship with Ross in TV’s most recent serialisation of Winston Graham’s Poldark novels (I even once managed to find a rhyme for ‘Demelza’ for one of the ALAWs).
Like a lot of TV productions it went on for one series too many, particularly as the final run was not based on Graham’s writings, but upon an interpolation of events that bookcased a gap in the timeline of Graham’s stories. Nevertheless, I was concerned to see that the newly-invented storyline obliged Demelza to frown just as much as she did in the earlier series. I wonder if Eleanor Tomlinson, who played Demelza, would rather her next TV role generated laughter lines rather than fixing for eternity Demelza’s knitted brow!
Which brings me to the BBC’s new adaptation of H.G. Wells’ The War of the Worlds. The series’ show-writer, Peter Harness, is on record as saying that it is “not massively faithful” to Wells’ book. “Not massively faithful” – a bit like Ross, then, in his relationship with Demelza – and, “yes”, its heroic, newly-minted and independent lead, Amy (for Tomlinson is she) frowns rather a lot too. Well, if your world was being invaded by extra-terrestrials, I suppose you would.
I’ve only seen the first episode of The War of The Worlds, and I’m struggling to come to terms with Demelza-as-Amy. Tomlinson’s striking looks and the shared independence and resilience of her character portrayals make one wonder just how the heck Demelza ended up in early-Edwardian Surrey after last being seen in late-18th Century Cornwall!
Please, I would ask, do not blame me
When I say that it’s all cockamamie
The red hair’s the same,
But not so her name
‘Cos Demelza has turned into Amy!
Postscript: Me and Demelza…
A limerick a week #166
A dietary disordure!
A young dog’s perspective on the uniform sapidity of ovine feculence…
A puppy was heard to proclaim:
“I’m a collie and Callie by name.
Though I travel all over
And ramble like ‘Rover’,
I find sheep sh*t tastes always the same!”
A limerick a week #165
… and pigs might fly!
Well, there’s a surprise! A visit to the matriarch in Kendal and it hasn’t yet rained. Blue skies, light cloud and a lazy wind, BUT NO RAIN!
A Cumbrian once opened his eyes
And beheld an almighty surprise,
‘Cos the weather weren’t mizzlin
(that’s ‘misty and drizzling’! )
As he stared at the clear blue skies!
Worth another look…
HWS
I was apalled to see Nigel Farage wearing an over-sized poppy in the run-up to Rememberance Day. His were not the values that so many lost their lives for.
So, why not click on the headlines, below, for a reminder of the life of a man who served in two world wars, a peace-loving, true gentleman and internationalist; a man that was the polar opposite of those whom the Scottish actor Brian Cox has described as “The opportunistic clowns of Brexit, Gove, Johnson and the little Englander Farage and the feudalist Rees-Mogg”.
A limerick a week #164
Close the door when you leave…
I had a choice of subject to return to for today’s ALAW: our errant South Aberdeen MP, Ross Thomson, or the Victorian horror that is Jacob Rees-Mogg. What a pair!
Rees-Mogg demeaned the victims of the Grenfell Tower fire this week by implying they didn’t use common sense, like he would have done, after being advised to stay put by the fire service rather than immediately evacuating their flats in the burning tower block. That was not only hugely insensitive, but also spoke volumes of an apparent self-entitled belief that victims have only themselves to blame, whether it is in a tragedy such as Grenfell or those who are less fortunate in society having not had the life chances of the Rees-Moggs of this world.
But the ALAW isn’t about him. I’ve chosen instead to return to the public embarrassment that is our MP here in South Aberdeen.
As an earlier post related, an MP (now known to be Labour’s Paul Sweeney) was wholly dissatisfied with the Parliamentary authority’s response to Thomson’s alleged grope-induced eviction from Westminster’s Stranger’s Bar in February this year. Consequently, he decided to lodge his own complaint about a separate incident in the same bar in which he claimed a drunken Thomson had groped him too. Thomson’s denials of impropriety have since been described as ‘jaw-dropping’ due to the number of witnesses to the alleged act and, again dissatisfied with the Parliamentary authority’s response and the likelihood of Thomson standing for re-election in the forthcoming general election, Sweeney went public with his allegation earlier this week.
As a result, Thomson has now stood down as the Conservative candidate for South Aberdeen. Did he jump or was he pushed by the local Conservative association? I guess we’ll never know for sure, but the fact that on the day after his withdrawal we received an election pamphlet from him suggests, to my mind at least, that he was pushed. I suspect he constituency association thought, like me, that he stood no chance of being elected again.
The pamphlet itself boasted of how hard Thomson had worked for his constituents. That was rich coming from one of the most ardent Brexiteers in the Conservative party ‘representing’ a constituency that voted strongly to remain. Elected members can, of course, choose to pursue their own perspective over that of their constituency, that happens with MPs of all political persuasions, but coming from someone that repeatedly makes the news headlines seemingly as a drunken reprobate, it rather sticks in the craw. We shan’t miss him.
Our MP has decided to go,
Lick his wounds and then to lie low,
But in truth, dear Ross,
You’ll be of no loss
So goodbye, toodle-oo, cheerio!
A limerick a week #163
Jacqueline got a medal FFS!
I was invited back to my old workplace last week because a recent retiree from its library service was to be presented, unbekownst to her, with an Imperial Service Medal for meritorious service.
Her closest colleagues had advised that she would not want a big fuss to be made, so just a few past and present compadres were asked along to an informal presentation and I was chuffed to be one of them.
Although, formally, the medal is awarded for meritorious service, the reverse side of the medal is inscribed For Faithful Service, (so that’s what FFS stands for in text talk😉) but, as well as the inscription, the reverse bears the image of a bloke ‘in the altogether’, which begs the question as to exactly what service was rendered? I suspect that, as always, what happens in the library will stay in the library!
So, in honour of Jacqueline IMS, I give you…
There once was a woman, quite headstrong,
Whose work in a library was lifelong,
But she did it so well
That on her farewell
She received the Imperial gong!”.
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