Edward Lorenz’s ‘Butterfly effect’ sounds positively poetic – a beautiful butterfly innocently flutters its wings in sunny Brazil; in far off Texas, ugly storm clouds gather and lives and homes are wrecked as a tornado wreaks
‘Evidence’ and ‘Fact’ are two different things. The words are not interchangeable. That basic lesson in the comprehension of the English language appears to have been missing from the curriculum of an entire generation. Time and
I have been grappling with the latest meandering thoughts on how a Conservative government can best enlarge the state sector and provide employment for all those annoying lefties….
I was intrigued by an article I read recently written by a residential care worker talking about Cumberlow Lodge, a home I was in for a short period. Underneath the article was the usual crop of comments.
– And the 2014 National Television Award for light entertainment before the watershed goes to….Haley Cropper for playing so convincingly a trendy transgendered, terminally ill, cancer patient, terrified of the Liverpool pathway….before finally topping herself to
Not much time today – the woman-sized microwave is calling…..only ten more sessions and I shall be pronounced ‘mi-cuit’ and allowed to resume normal life!
So, contributions welcome from you over the next few
One of these images illustrates the work of an ‘artistic radical with a cool intellectual agenda’ being an ‘iconic portrait of a complex allegorical description of modern British life’. It has graced the home of Continue reading →
Not to put too fine a point on it – if you are size of a Beluga whale, and you unavoidably, without sexual intent, ‘violate the personal space’ of every man, woman, dog and child in
Twitter is enduring a multi-orgasm this morning; positively trembling at the knees. An army of Observer reading foot soldiers have taken to the airwaves to protest at the apparent ‘news’ that the BBC âturned a blind eye
âIt was a dark and stormy night;Â the rain fell in torrents â except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets…da, dum; da, dum….the innocent children clustered round
Thursday morning, both my crazy taxi driver and the crazy nurse were complaining of sore throats and ‘maladie‘ – by Friday morning both had fielded replacements from the subs bench. I’m not allowed a replacement, I
