On feeling tired, a whale and discpline or lack there of.

28 December 2013

Saturday; market day; but Jan and I don't feel like getting ready to go down there. Any shopping we need will have to wait until Monday now. And no, it's not because of any excess over the last few days, no, it's just general tiredness. Maybe tomorrow I shall be off for a few hours with me camera ... we shall see.

Did you by any chance see that show on telly called Whale with Martin Sheen? I ask because we watched in last night and enjoyed it. Moby Dick author got his idea from for his book from the real life story as told in that show. Things can be a long way from normal in the situation that ship's crew faced. They did what was needed to survive. Not a nice situation to be in or to talk about afterwards. And it's not a thing of a long time ago is it? There was a plane crash where survivors also ate those who died. No-one should condemn those survivors until they have been put in the same position.

There's an old saying isn't there; spare the rod and spoil the child. It is a statement that is ignored in these so-called more enlightened days. And look what is happening. Every weekend thousands of young people go out and get so drunk that they have no idea of where they are, let alone what they are doing. I know you've heard it before and not just from me; but it didn't happen when I was their age. Oh yes, I got drunk, but not to the extremes that the current lot are doing. The major difference is the disciplined manor in which I was brought up. There was no rod of course, but I certainly knew where the line between acceptable and not acceptable was drawn!

I mention this because of another show I've just watched on the CI channel. It is the case of a very spoiled young man who was given everything that he asked his parents for. He was only interested in his circle of friends for their sycophantic attachment to him, to lap-up their compliments. He eventually   killed his girlfriend and he even coaxed his parents to cover for him. Right up to being sent down for two years for perverting the course of justice, his mum was saying that her son wasn't responsible. At least his dad knew what they done but his wife wouldn't have it. No wonder the kid didn't know right from wrong.

Being Saturday its Telegraph day and from their pages comes some more useless information that you just won't survive with it. It was today in 1694 that Queen Mary II died from smallpox. Now there a scourge we don't have to worry about, thankfully! Not only that but Roy Hattersley is 81 today.

Yes, photo time ... 

This one of the bar decoration in a pub called the Lord Nelson in Brighton. Nice pub too and lots of nice real ale to try.  

Now let's see what else the Sage has been saying shall we ...  

A Russian couple was walking down the street in St. Petersburg the other night, when the man felt a drop hit his nose. "I think it's raining," he said to his wife.
"No, that felt more like snow to me," she replied. "No, I'm sure it was just rain, he said." Well, as these things go, they were about to have a major argument about whether it was raining or snowing. Just then they saw a minor communist party official walking toward them. "Let's not fight about it," the man said, "let's ask Comrade Rudolph whether it's officially raining or snowing."
As the official approached, the man said, "Tell us, Comrade Rudolph, is it officially raining or snowing?"
"It's raining, of course," he answered and walked on. But the woman insisted: "I know that felt like snow!" To which the man quietly replied:
"Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear!"