Actually, I am married to her!
Friday, 27 February 2009
Pompey wins the FA Cup ..
Most of you probably think the Portsmouth striker is a bloke, don't you?
Actually, I am married to her!
Actually, I am married to her!
I am the chimp on the left ...
The person who sent me the following clip prefaced it with a derogatory title about Irish people and their Darwinian heritage.
PC requires that it do NOT reproduce that introduction.
This sender should be kneecapped, tarred and feathered.
(Is 'tarred' a correct verb?)
I complain to the director that, apart from the opening frames, I receive minimal exposure. What's the one in the middle got that I haven't!
Now look here, Bill (1.however-many decimals,) this is parody in the extreme. The Riverdance productions were a complete delight.
I remain very fond of my Irish friends.
Darwin was pretty bright, too!
Anyone for tea? ...
Good,eh?!
PC requires that it do NOT reproduce that introduction.
This sender should be kneecapped, tarred and feathered.
(Is 'tarred' a correct verb?)
I complain to the director that, apart from the opening frames, I receive minimal exposure. What's the one in the middle got that I haven't!
Now look here, Bill (1.however-many decimals,) this is parody in the extreme. The Riverdance productions were a complete delight.
I remain very fond of my Irish friends.
Darwin was pretty bright, too!
Anyone for tea? ...
Good,eh?!
Wednesday, 18 February 2009
Kipling and vampires...
Philip Burne-Jones' picture, "The Vampire" (first exhibited in 1896,) depicts a woman mounting a sleeping/unconscious man.
(Oh, lucky man!)
In 1897 Rudyard Kipling was reputed to have been inspired to write his poem “The Vampire” after viewing this image. Here it is:
The Vampire
A fool there was and he made his prayer
(Even as you or I!)
To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair,
(We called her the woman who did not care),
But the fool he called her his lady fair--
(Even as you or I!)
Oh, the years we waste and the tears we waste,
And the work of our head and hand
Belong to the woman who did not know
(And now we know that she never could know)
And did not understand!
A fool there was and his goods he spent,
(Even as you or I!)
Honour and faith and a sure intent
(And it wasn't the least what the lady meant),
But a fool must follow his natural bent
(Even as you or I!)
Oh, the toil we lost and the spoil we lost
And the excellent things we planned
Belong to the woman who didn't know why
(And now we know that she never knew why)
And did not understand!
The fool was stripped to his foolish hide,
(Even as you or I!)
Which she might have seen when she threw him aside--
(But it isn't on record the lady tried)
So some of him lived but the most of him died--
(Even as you or I!)
And it isn't the shame and it isn't the blame
That stings like a white-hot brand--
It's coming to know that she never knew why
(Seeing, at last, she could never know why)
And never could understand!
(I don't understand either!)
(Oh, lucky man!)
In 1897 Rudyard Kipling was reputed to have been inspired to write his poem “The Vampire” after viewing this image. Here it is:
The Vampire
A fool there was and he made his prayer
(Even as you or I!)
To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair,
(We called her the woman who did not care),
But the fool he called her his lady fair--
(Even as you or I!)
Oh, the years we waste and the tears we waste,
And the work of our head and hand
Belong to the woman who did not know
(And now we know that she never could know)
And did not understand!
A fool there was and his goods he spent,
(Even as you or I!)
Honour and faith and a sure intent
(And it wasn't the least what the lady meant),
But a fool must follow his natural bent
(Even as you or I!)
Oh, the toil we lost and the spoil we lost
And the excellent things we planned
Belong to the woman who didn't know why
(And now we know that she never knew why)
And did not understand!
The fool was stripped to his foolish hide,
(Even as you or I!)
Which she might have seen when she threw him aside--
(But it isn't on record the lady tried)
So some of him lived but the most of him died--
(Even as you or I!)
And it isn't the shame and it isn't the blame
That stings like a white-hot brand--
It's coming to know that she never knew why
(Seeing, at last, she could never know why)
And never could understand!
(I don't understand either!)
Tuesday, 17 February 2009
The Dream of St. Anley ...
Those of you who have had the patience to follow this blog, you will know that St. Anley the Incandescent is an illiminated and imaginary figure.
He is also St. Anley the Imaginative. He has several imaginary friends. (They are always best friends.)
Today he woke up and imagined receiving a telephone call. He didn't quite catch the caller's name, but she directed him to this masterpiece on youtube:
St. Anley was transported into continued imagination and further slumber.
He dreamed that she said, "I'll be along on Friday."
Then he woke up.
Reality dawned!
He is also St. Anley the Imaginative. He has several imaginary friends. (They are always best friends.)
Today he woke up and imagined receiving a telephone call. He didn't quite catch the caller's name, but she directed him to this masterpiece on youtube:
St. Anley was transported into continued imagination and further slumber.
He dreamed that she said, "I'll be along on Friday."
Then he woke up.
Reality dawned!
Friday, 13 February 2009
Oikan Anis Bethlehem...
Somebody commented , kindly, on a video I posted on Youtube.
These are the English words of a carol originally written in Manx gaelic:
Oikan Anys Bethlehem
Now let us keep this feast,
And keep it with pure hearts,
In remembrance of Jesus Christ:
Baby in Bethlehem.
He left the courts of his Father,
Taking on our human form,
Born of a pure maiden:
Baby in Bethlehem.
The angels of heaven were glad,
And came with news to us,
Telling of the Saviour born today:
Baby in Bethlehem.
Is it not great the meekness
Which was in Christ the Lamb?
When He took on a servant’s form:
Baby in Bethlehem.
Glory up to God above,
Who rules in happiness.
Goodwill of God is shown to us:
Baby in Bethlehem.
I hope that helps.
The foolhardy might want to follow this link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6GtPZkQ6uv8&feature=channel
These are the English words of a carol originally written in Manx gaelic:
Oikan Anys Bethlehem
Now let us keep this feast,
And keep it with pure hearts,
In remembrance of Jesus Christ:
Baby in Bethlehem.
He left the courts of his Father,
Taking on our human form,
Born of a pure maiden:
Baby in Bethlehem.
The angels of heaven were glad,
And came with news to us,
Telling of the Saviour born today:
Baby in Bethlehem.
Is it not great the meekness
Which was in Christ the Lamb?
When He took on a servant’s form:
Baby in Bethlehem.
Glory up to God above,
Who rules in happiness.
Goodwill of God is shown to us:
Baby in Bethlehem.
I hope that helps.
The foolhardy might want to follow this link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6GtPZkQ6uv8&feature=channel
Wednesday, 11 February 2009
Into the West...
Here's some more for Misty...
(Originally I posted a video incorporating Annie Lennox singing 'Into the West'. Understandably, that was removed from youtube because of copyright infringement. Here's Enya singing 'Exile' instead.)
[Gandalf]...and all turns to silver glass,
and then you see it...
White shores, and beyond - a far great country,
unto a swift sunrise.
I suppose Gandalf will be the next to be disallowed!
(Originally I posted a video incorporating Annie Lennox singing 'Into the West'. Understandably, that was removed from youtube because of copyright infringement. Here's Enya singing 'Exile' instead.)
[Gandalf]...and all turns to silver glass,
and then you see it...
White shores, and beyond - a far great country,
unto a swift sunrise.
I suppose Gandalf will be the next to be disallowed!
Tuesday, 10 February 2009
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