Saturday Evening Posts worth reading.
Longrider takes it all with a pinch of salt….
Darren Laverty injects some much needed sanity into the millions of words written about ‘victims’ – one non-victim we should be listening to!
Underdog looks at MPs beyond the Grave-y train…
Er, looks like the Red Guard have caught up with ‘Letters from a Tory‘ (how I miss him!) – is this what will happen to all of us one day?
JuliaM with the ultimate shaggy dog ‘tail’ that made me howl…
Last but not least, Last Ditch is leery about Leveson.
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December 1, 2012 at 13:34 -
Great to see this feature back. Can we also have many, many Norman Rockwell covers as illustrations? Ah nostalgia!
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December 1, 2012 at 14:32 -
Thanks for the link.
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December 1, 2012 at 14:41 -
You are more than welcome Darren, keep talking sense; hopefully they will listen eventually.
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December 1, 2012 at 15:21 -
the LettersfromAtory site is written in Japanese characters, not Red Guard script. Perhaps because it rhymes with Suntory?
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December 1, 2012 at 15:39
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December 2, 2012 at 00:34 -
Thanks for the link.
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December 2, 2012 at 10:30 -
I had an incident yesterday while out walking my dog, on a lead, natch. We met a dog coming the other way with it’s owners, but not on a lead, although nothing illegal about that around here.
Anyway, this rather pretty little thing trotted towards us, intent on a bit of Entente Cordial, while I shrieked, Non non non, Monsieur, il est mechant, while grabbing his collar, twisting it, and nearly half strangling him. My dog that is, and not Monsieur. Monsieur then went to great lengths to tell me that there was nothing mechant about his dog. But it wasn’t his dog that I was worried about. Monsieur eventually called off Kiki, and I staggered home on the verge of a heart attack, while Romulus grumbled and snorted about being deprived of his version of a Soccer Hooligan’s punch up.
Until now, I have never been quite sure if Romulus is indeed mechant, but Shar Peis do have a bit of a reputation around other dogs, hence my never having chanced my arm, or more to the point, his jaws. After yesterday I am no longer in any doubt, although I don’t suppose he would attack a bitch in season. He’s never had that chance either.
My point being, who would be responsible if he had killed Kiki, which he could have done, in about ten seconds flat? Fortunately I am insured against that sort of thing, but who needs that sort of blood and gore on a rural road in Brittany, and miles from the nearest Vet.
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