Bombs, charity giving and yet another lost idea.

12 December 2013

It's happened again! Just settled at around midnight and I was lying in bed, lights off, CPAP on blowing away nicely and I had a murder scene come to mind; and I didn't get up and make a note of it. Now of course I can't remember what it was. At some time I really will learn to make the note at the time - I really will.

The other day I read a story about a one ton WW2 bomb being found under a house somewhere in eastern Europe. Today in the News there's a story of a one kilo incendiary bomb having been found in an area a good way out of the town centre. Thinking back to my school days that area was open farmland and I can't see it being anything else during 1939-45. There is however a railway line close by. It's the Brum/Leicester line so was and still is a busy line. It would have been a tempting target for bombers. But why an incendiary bomb? They might be useful on a housing or industrial estate, but surely not a railway line. Whatever, the bomb squad took the thing away and safely exploded it. That is one job I wouldn't want!

We have just sat and watched the Panorama programme on charity investments and spending. Jan made the comment while it was on that the danger of such a programme might be a reduction in giving to those charities mentioned on it. Well, fair enough methinks. Comic Relief aims to make grants to children's work across the world; yet it has money invested in tobacco companies who are working in Africa encouraging kids to take up smoking. Amnesty International came in for some stick over spending, £800K in severance pay to just to two people who left them. They then applied a gagging order on the recipients of the payments, yet campaign on secrecy everywhere else. Save The Children because it has backed down about a critical report on the big six energy companies. Maybe if these concerns lost a lot of donations because of this, then maybe they would all clean up their acts.

And so for a photo ... 

A paradise plant but I can't remember where I got this shot several years ago, although Milton Keynes shopping centre comes to mind.

And today's funny ..

Last week, Ethel checked into a motel on her 70th birthday and she was a bit lonely. She thought, "I'll call one of those men you see advertised in phone books for escorts and sensual massages." She looked through the phone book, found a full page ad for a guy
Calling himself Tender Tony - a very handsome man with assorted physical
skills flexing in the photo.
He had all the right muscles in all the right places, thick wavy hair, long powerful legs, dazzling smile, six pack abs and she felt quite certain she could bounce a sixpence off his well oiled butt... She figured, what the heck, nobody will ever know. I'll give him a call.
"Good evening, ma'am, how may I help you?
Oh my, he sounded sooo sexy! Afraid she would lose her nerve if she hesitated, she rushed right in.
"Hi, I hear you give a great massage. I'd like you to come to my Motel room and give me one. No, wait, I should be straight with you. I'm in town all alone and what I really want is sex. I want it hot, and I want it now. Bring implements, toys, rubber, leather, whips, everything you've got In your bag of tricks. We'll go hot and heavy all night - tie me up, cover me in chocolate syrup and whipped cream, anything and everything,  I'm ready!! Now how does that sound?"
He said, "That sounds absolutely fantastic, but you need to press 9 for an Outside line."