Archive for January, 2020


January 18, 2020

Something innocuous.  Oh really.  For years and years I have chucked bottles in the glass bin and paper in the paper bin, but that isn’t good enough anymore.  They now want me to sort plastic.  Not all plastic because some plastic isn’t good enough and I am supposed to know the difference?  Bugger that one.

Tins?  The only thing I thought was worth recycling has never been mentioned.  There has never been a Tin Bin.  But nowadays I am supposed to put Tins in with the Plastic?  They sent me this leaflet with pictures of nothing that looks like anything.   How does this compute?  How does one tell the difference?

But I’ll tell you what, we now have to have a card to dump the absolute crap, so are they threatening me with rubbish malfeasance?  Are they going to rifle though my absolute crap and catch me out with a plastic container full of Dog Crap?  That might be fun for somedebody.  We don’t have Dog Crap Bins.  Why not?  So I have to put it somewhere.

I amn’t putting it down the Fosse Septique.  That one has enough of a problem coping with human shit, although perhaps not such a problem as one might suppose.  You have to know what you are talking about.  And `i am not convinced that Dog Shit is the same as Human Shit.


Liz.  Your Comments are closed again.  I sent you an email, but perhaps you didn’t get it.


January 4, 2020

Is there something significant about this?  I suppose that there ought to be, but I don’t know for why.  It is only a Calendar and could be something different somewhere else.

“Thou hast committed adultery, but that was in another country and beside the wench is dead.”   This is my all time favourite piece of bullshit.  What a joke.

My second best is “Neither a borrower nor a lender be.”  So much for The Mortgage.  This above all to thine own self be true.  Try  that one for size.

I have always been a great admirer of Shylock.  I actually played that part once upon a time.  It was by far the best part in that entire play.  Who the hell would have wanted to be Portia?  “The quality of mercy.”  What on earth was she talking about?  Antonio was a shit bag who despised Jews.  But perhaps best not to go into that one at the moment.

I wasn’t much enamoured of most of the rest of it.  Shakespeare’s use of words was glorious.  I try, but often fail miserably.

The life that I have is all that I have and the life that I have is yours.

The love that I have of the life that I have is yours and yours and yours.

A sleep I shall have, and  a rest I shall have and death will be but a pause for the peace of my years in the long green grass will be yours and yours and yours.

How great thou art.  Personally, I only believe in The Universe.  And I even wonder about that sometimes.