14 May 2012
Today we are having a second lazy day. To be honest, it isn't really a 'lazy day' as
such, we're both still knackered from Saturday's day out. At long last I have got the figures worked
out for our birding day and from 66 we saw, we added only 22 to the year list,
not the 26 I thought it might be. Ah
well, better than nowt eh?
My heart goes out to the family who lost a father and child
in an accident on the River Avon over the weekend. Even so, I have to wonder what on earth the
father was doing taking his kids in a boat so close to a weir. The Avon is not all that large a river really
but water in any amount can be treacherous and will kill without thought.
It seems that the retailers in Dorktown are getting fed up
with the current council and it's leader.
They are complaining about the number of charity shops in the town, the
number of empty shops and the fall in the number of market stalls on both
market days. I've notice the last one
myself. The complaint about Dennis
Harvey the council leader is that he seems to be objecting to what they suggest
to liven the town up. OK, but come on
... he's a politian, what else can they expect.
If he was to move away from the party line and scripts he would be lost!
I've had another letter published in the Dorktown news
today. Now I wait for Muppet Persons
pair of Jones and Bayles to come back at me over it. But maybe not, every letter on the page today
was critical of the Tories. Of course
they too are politians so I can guess already just what they will say. At a public meeting I would be right to call
out 'Reading, reading' as they waffle on simply because it will be the same old
Tory script as usual. Now don't get the
idea that I am only anti-Tory. The
leader of the council is a Labour council and I have little time for him
either. Top and bottom of it all is that
I have no time for any politian, whatever colour banner fly.
But what is the answer then?
No matter which party get's elected there first motive, no matter what
they otherwise is to stick to the party line, and let's face it, the party
lines are what politics is all about.
What we really need it a method of government that transcends party
lines. How that is worked out I don't
know but I'm sure there's some so called 'nutty professor' has worked it out
and he has got that label from all the political parties because he favours
none of them! At least here in the UK we
are not about to fall through the system as Greece looks to be doing.
A colour full photo today ...
the same balloon seller as
usual.
And for a funny I offer ...
A couple
was invited to a swanky family masked fancy dress party. The wife got a
terrible headache and told her husband to go to the party alone. He, being a devoted husband, protested, but
she argued and said she was going to take some aspirin and go to bed, and there
was no need for his good time to be spoiled by not going. So he took his
costume and away he went.
The wife, after sleeping soundly for about an hour, awakened without pain, and,
as it was still early, decided to go to the party. In as much as her husband
did not know what her costume was, she thought she would have some fun by
watching her husband to see how he acted when she was not with him.
So she joined the party and soon spotted her husband cavorting around on the
dance floor, dancing with every nice young lady he could and copping a little
feel here and a little kiss there. His wife went up to him and being a rather
seductive babe herself, he left his new partner high and dry and devoted his
time to her. She let him go as far as he wished, naturally, since he was her
husband.
After some more to drink he finally he whispered a little proposition in her
ear and she agreed, so off they went to one of the cars and had a quickie in
the back seat. Just before unmasking at midnight, she slipped away and went
home and put the costume away and got into bed, wondering what kind of
explanation he would make up for his outrageous behaviour. She was sitting up
reading when he came in, so she asked what kind of time he had. "Oh, the
same old thing. You know I never have a good time when you're not there."
Then she asked, "Did you dance much?" He replied," I'll tell
you, I never even danced one dance. When I got there, I met Pete, Bill Brown
and some other guys, so we went into the spare room and played poker all
evening."
"You must have looked really silly wearing that costume playing poker all
night!" she said with unashamed sarcasm. To which the husband replied,
"Actually, I gave my costume to your Dad apparently he had a whale of a
time."
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