Surely it can’t be…..

Tell me it’s not true………

Is the great white elephant about to drop a large steaming pile in the middle of Horseguards’ Parade?

If it does, you can bet your arse that Coe, LOCOG and all their lackeys at the BBC who have been doing their PR for them won’t be the ones with shovels and brushes.

Sweet old man says

Call me handsome ma’am

Wearing his kilt proudly

Fishing for wishes

By the sea of birthdays

Let me reel one in

May you live for many years

With happiness abound

Making others smile

Like you have for me

Not letting your pain

Define you

Never change

Understanding

Kind

Caring

Looks don’t matter

With a heart like yours

Does he make a habit of this sort of thing?

We should be told!

I say, apparently, because I never have the opportunity to watch it, our telly being constantly tuned to Arabic stations – one of which is “Arab’s got Talent.” This is devoted, largely, to bints warbling along to enthusiastic cries from the audience. This is superceded only by some guy doing the same thing, equally assisted by a bored-looking orchestra.

Of course, their efforts are wasted when faced with what the Brits can, cunningly, come up with when they are pushed into a tight corner.

I can’t wait till I go to the village to buy a packet of fags. Where my status will have been elevated to stardom by the assumption that I know someone, or know someone’s Aunties, Uncles, Godfather’s cousin who couldnt give a flying fuck about dogs that can dance and jump through hoops, but are just satisfied that that they can shit outdoors.

Rule Britannia !

It’s typical of the BBC in this year of media self-indulgence to publicise such events, and to some extent - why not?

However, what with me being an old cynic, and always looking for the downside of any progaganda, I immediately thought of Kirsty Howard.

Kirsty is the inspirational figure who leads a multi-million pound challenge to raise funds for Francis House childrens’ hospice in Manchester. Back in 2002, when Manchester hosted the commonwealth Games, it was young Kirsty, together with David Beckham, who carried the commonwealth baton on the final leg of its journey, across the stadium, where it was presented to the queen.

Beckham, for all the negative press that he receives, was brilliant, but come the great moment when she handed the baton to the queen, did HRH have a word of support or thanks for the young girl? Did she even smile? Did she hell – she remained po-faced and silent throughout, managing a slight nod in the direction of Kirsty.

This is what I think of when I see our beloved monarch meeting children.

To qualify all this; I wasn’t there, I don’t personally know any of the participants, and I have only seen what happened on the TV, and shared in the air of disgust that was around at the time.

Studies based on collection and collation of empirical data, such as interviewing love-struck morons, typically yield such wishy-washy, unreliable and untrustworthy results as shown in Duncan’s post.

“It’s their eyes.”……

Nothing could be further from the truth.

Below is a fairly old study, which comes a lot closer to the mark, and I’m sure will be appreciated by all interested parties.

….well, the blokes at least.

Sorry girls – but the blokes need to understand…..The importance of the GFS factor.

EXTRACTS FROM LETTERS WRITTEN BY COUNCIL TENANTS

No1 son and his mate climbed up Snowdon and

one of the neighbouring mountains today.

As ever, Sam was on the lookout for pubs.