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Tuesday, 24 July 2007
A Load Of Cobras
Wow! I never knew that!
I learnt today that the Government's top secret, emergency response task force, codenamed "Cobra", takes its name from where it meets......Cabinet Office Briefing Room A.
That's a bit of a disappointment, really. I thought the name Cobra had been deliberately chosen to reflect the sleek, deadliness of its members who were all, I assumed, mysterious and determined operatives, each known only by a letter of the alphabet, who wore white dinner jackets and bow ties and were able to strike anywhere, silently and with lethal precision.
My disappointment was compounded when I also learnt that Cobra met last night and was chaired by........................Hilary Benn!! Not only is he no James Bond, his name is not one to strike fear into the hearts of our enemies. He sounds more like an extra from Balamory!
The element of happenstance behind the naming of Cobra made Pither wonder how credible and dashing this elite force would sound if it met somewhere else.
Would it carry the same gravitas if it met in the "Cabinet Office Briefing, Liaison and Emergency Reaction Suite"?
Would the choice of "The War And Terrorism Suite" send out the wrong signal?
How about the "Strategic Planning Emergency Wing".........................................................................................................or the "General Operations and
National Action Departmental Snug"?
It would be even worse if we didn't have people obsessed with acronyms in Whitehall. I mean, how inspiring would it be to learn that the floods which have hit the nation had prompted a meeting of the "Gordon's Back Bedroom" group, the "Gents' Lavvies" council or the "Meeting-Room-C-But-Brenda-From-The-Cabinet-Keep-Fit-Class-Needs-It-In-The-Afternoons" task force?
Just a thought. Sorry I mentioned it.
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WEDNESDAY, 21 NOVEMBER 2007
SHORTS DON'T MATTER! 1.
From the greatest programme ever made about association football, Barnstoneworth United FC manager Mr Dainty delivers one of the finest English soliloqiues of all time.......and afterwards, spare a thought for the club steward's wife Vera (YOU ONLY HAVE TO WATCH HALF OF THE CLIP!!).
Monday, 12 November 2007
Not everyone who agonises over their life is a painter. Some of us agonise because we're NOT painters.
....And On the Subject of Great Public Services
I know most of you have heard this marvellous song by those doctors who are the Amateur Transplants......but I think the video is a nice addition. P.S. If there are kids in the room I'd shuffle them out before hitting play.
...There's More
On the subject of those great doctors, here is their version of More Than Words which presents their challenging views on women outside Watford. The very-soon-to-be ex-Mrs Pither, coming from Cumbria, is a huge fan. Again, get those kids out of the room!
Leave Britney Alone, Ok!!!
Oh...........my............God!!!!!
My heartfelt thanks go to BGT for this. I won't say much more, I don't need to. Mr Loony of Loonytown, USA (I think it's a bloke, anyway), says it all. I fear he may be wound too tight for.....well.....well for everywhere, really!
Tuesday, 18 September 2007.
I wish I'd sung this!
For non-Americans, and with apologies to all the smart arses out there who already knew, the FCC is the Federal Communications Commission and it monitors TV and radio output in the States - a sort of broadcast police - while the EPA is the Yanks' so-called Environmental Protection Agency, a body which does exactly the opposite of what it says on the can.
(P.S. We went to the same school, you know? Eric and me, that is, not George, Martha, Dick and Condoleeza and me. I don't think they went to school.)
P.P.S. Please see below if you are I Like The View, Malc or Doris.
To Make You Laugh and Cry
I was listening to this on a Sunday, the very-soon-to-be ex-Mrs Pither is a Catholic, Tom Lehrer is one of my all-time heroes and this is one of his best.............no other reasons.
On a more sombre note (and with thanks to Fish for coming up with this Woman's-Own-passes-the-time-in-the-dentist's-waiting-room nonsense), why not get a computer to tell you that you are a waste of space and your life is a sham of a mockery of a farce? Ok, it's from one of those poxy dating sites but...go on, take the test. You ain't got much to beat!!
Apparently, in my case, "computer say 'no!'"
This Is My Life, Rated | |
Life: | 4.2 |
Mind: | 4.1 |
Body: | 2.7 |
Spirit: | 8 |
Friends/Family: | 1.6 |
Love: | 0 |
Finance: | 5.9 |
Take the Rate My Life Quiz |
I First Saw This When I Was Little - And Loved It! I Hope That Explains a Few Things
Fuck, Fuckety, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck
It has been pointed out to me that, particularly for one whose profession is supposedly literary, my language is getting worse. My use of the "F" word is, I am told, far too prevalent and hence loses impact.
To those who share this view I suggest you watch the following:
Tony Blair Isn't a Burglar - But If He Was.........
In the spirit of Gustav Holst's Jupiter and Manfred Mann's Earth Band, I feel like raising a smile today.
The Big Green Thing alerted me to this and, for no other reason than to raise a smile on an otherwise crap Wednesday, I think it has to be shared.
Grantham shall not have him - when he gets out of prison.
Life On The Edge - No Net.
I was wrong when I feared it might be a dull weekend, what with my pals being away, my soon-to-be ex-wife in rehab and only the dogs to play with. How wrong can a man be? This much fun must surely be illegal?
Just click to see the japes and hoots I am having!
Click again to see how things got REALLy exciting!
Tomorrow we're going to chase pigeons.
The Good Old U.S. of A. - Guardians of Freedom and Democracy. Nothing to Be Scared of, Then?
Be honest........
Who fucking cares!!
6 comments:
You seem to be devoid of comments just now, so I thought I would take your side. Hillary Benn does not scare me. Even if he is a cobra. Bollocks to them all.
In all honesty, I don't write to attract comments (which is lucky!). It's just that someone has got to rage until the dying of the light and, seeing as everyone else seems to spend their time polishing their Ford Mondeos, nipping up to the garden centre and going on wanky holidays to Greece because they think it makes them cultural, it looks as if it's down to me and you.
See you down the garden centre in your volvo, via agreek isle then.
"agreek"? I hardly think The Wardrobe, being 22 years old, having 187,000 miles on the clock and working only sporadically, qualifies me for the Suburban Richer-Than-Yow Club!
What is this thing people have against Volvos, anyway? The products of a fine, Socialist country!
frustrated skool tacher
Those who can, drive old Volvos...
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