Bono Blocked

Yes I do still want to block this person. We be not be cool!

Private Meeting

Have you ever seen a more witless, depressing sign that this?

Very much redolent of The Way We Live Today.

Norah, Quincy and Ravi

Turns out that Norah Jones is Jazz [1].

Just like Quincy Jones who isn't her Dad. Her Dad, of course, is Ravi Shankar who certainly isn't Jazz. He's probably Sitar should such a category exist.

[1] she isn't.

bird gang that is attractive for a nest hates

One frame later we have Honest Abe vehemently disagreeing with Caesar's analysis.

Fungus Lusts For Blood

Now and again (not very often), in our house, we don't bother having Night At The Museum on the telly.

During these fallow periods we tend towards Night At The Museum 2 instead. It's a rich and varied diet.

When I took this picture off the telly it so happened that we were watching the sequel. And Julius Caesar was proclaiming, as you can well see, "clue gang call me that at a fungus lusts for blood".

Strong words indeed.

Luggage Charges

This threw me a loop somewhat.

My flight to Paris was not at all like this [1]. It was disagreeable but quite unexciting. The ticket seemed very cheap until they weighed my luggage and got me to understand how much there was to pay. Then I wished I was going by train.

Evelyn Waugh, 1930.

As the good people at Ryan Air might say, should they stumble across this quote, Plus ce change plus ce la meme chose.

[1] this being 'if the Protestant God had asserted supremacy in a fine Old Testament manner'. Don't ask.

Boy A

Watching the brilliant, compelling Boy A film on the flight home last night, during a period of unexampled personal airplane sobriety, I got an idea. I got it from the film and it's this. To go clubbing.

And quite possibly dancing but this is not definite. I just really wanted to be somewhere with banging music. Is it possible to go to clubs where they don't just have thumping techno? I suppose it must be. I have some kind of Samba-Calypso-Electronic fusion in mind. That can be decided later but it has to be very loud. And I'll want strobes and happy, sweaty, beautiful people on acid.

It's quite an incredible movie and, is my wont, I cried many a manly tear.

Then I thought that this idea of not drinking on the plane is way ahead of it's time and should not be repeated.

Clubbing! At my age.

Too much!

I'm told that the health benefits of drinking three litres of water a day are incredible. It helps you lose weight and just generally flushes you out and makes you feel fresh as newly laid concrete. I'm trying it from today.

Of course too much water is bad for you. If you drink too much water you can quite literally drown apparently.

Too much of anything if bad for you. The clue is in the use of the words "too much" you idiot.

The Gowf

Just got back from the gowf with, friend of this parish, Damian.

Beautiful day and we were both peppering flags with beautifully flighted approaches willy-nilly.

Damian had a hole-in-one the other week and nearly repeated the feat again. At a par three this is a mere two under par. An eagle. Hardly seems enough. Three under is an albatross.

We also had a duck.

Play Now! My Lord.

All I did was look up some Randy Newman lyrics.

Looking up Randy Newman lyrics clearly involve typing the word 'Randy'. So perhaps I only have myself to blame.

Play Now!

My Lord.

Never. Has religion felt so damnably sexy!