I solemnly promise that the day a group of young people turns up at a cosmetic surgeon’s practice and asks for wrinkly and sagging skin, I will eat my words. But until then, I maintain that we don’t want to see old people in the nude doing commercials. They have every right to do so, but it’s not a pretty sight. Continue reading
Society
In the name of Friendship- a review
My book club encourages me to read books which I would not normally choose. This is a good thing in itself because it broadens my experiences. By nature, I am a classicist and enjoy Victorian and Edwardian literature simply because it has style and excellent characterisation. And because I am a literary snob. Continue reading
Go, already!
It’s no secret that I don’t particularly like the younger generation. Continue reading
Is it the generation gap?
On Saturday the 21st July we went to town. The day is important because it was on this weekend that the USS Kitty Hawk came to our city with its crew of five and a half thousand. They must have been looking forward to meeting some more Aussie girls or guys, I guess and having a pleasant time before the carrier made its final journey back to the U.S via Guam. Continue reading
My Brother’s Keeper? Not bloody likely!
In Melbourne on Monday morning a fine upstanding citizen and a backpacker from overseas did the right thing by trying to stop a man from assaulting his girlfriend. Apparently, this man and this woman had been fighting in a taxi and as they stepped out into the street, the ruffian continued to hit her. Continue reading
Short but not sweet
Hasbro, the company which produces the most famous board games, has brought out quick twenty minute versions of Monopoly and Scrabble because nowadays there is no time to play a decent game. Apparently, our lifestyle does not allow children to play a game that may take a couple of hours. We are told that children today are so time poor that they have to emulate Road Runner (Beep Beep) on speed. What rubbish!. Continue reading
Go ahead and jump!
There are some young idiots who have taken to jumping into a lake at a quarry site. They leap into water that is full of acid effluent and other noxious chemicals.
In order to reach the water they have to pass jagged rocks in the quarry on their way down into the muck. Sometimes they even ride their bicycles off the edge and over the cliff.
We know that they do this because they have videotaped themselves in the act.
A doctor from the emergency unit at the hospital has come out and said that this is very risky behaviour because these daredevils could get hurt or even, gasp, perish. Do we really need an expert for this sort of prophecy?
When I learn of such behaviour it really doesn’t shock me because I feel no sympathy for them at all if they do injure themselves. In fact, I regard them as a species from the lower end of the developmental chain, which makes me wonder about Darwin’s notion of the survival of the fittest. Or perhaps what they come from is even more moronic than they are.
The question is, for the sake of mankind’s future, do we actually want them to survive, or worse still, do we want to pay for their medical treatment should they get hurt?
If they do survive then won’t that lower the average I.Q of Australians in general? Do we really want them to pass on the stupid gene to their offsprings?—pun intended.
If they wanna jump they should jump, like lemmings into the muck. It’s no loss.
Won’t you come home Hilali, won’t you come home?
Many Australians would like to see Sheik Taj Aldin al-Hilali ride off into the sunset and disappear forever from our shores, but I take the opposite view. Continue reading
Name calling
I’ve been thinking about this topic for a while now, but finally decided to write a post on the subject because of an article concerning Joseph Fiennes, who starred in “Shakespeare in Love.”
Unlike his older brother, Ralph, (or Rafe-how pretentious can you get?) Joseph is the actor who manages to keep his pants on during flights unless it’s to pee or as the French say “to evacuate”. Don’t you just love the way the French express it? Continue reading
Two Cheers for International Women’s Day
Just when you thought that political correctness could not get any sillier, here come the Spaniards with a gesture to end all gestures. From now on, women can cross the road with full recognition that they are equal to men…when it comes to traffic signals, that is. Continue reading