Spondoolix Stream Something about Nothing.

Rugby Retirees.

On the day when Johnny Wilkinson announced that he was retiring from International Rugby, our family player completed his last school days match and hung up his boots and his gum shield.

England Winners.

On a day when the English World Cup Rugby team is in the spotlight for all the wrong reasons, it was good to read that we are top of a table for something.

English women are top for being the most obese in Europe. (On average.)

Perhaps it is time to get away from the table.

It Is All Drivel.

Someone asked me the other day, why I write in my Weblog, when I also have this Stream.

I replied that scribbles in Stream were just light-weight inconsequentials.

He said that he had thought Weblog was for that.

Hmmmm.

Longer Leaves.

The prolonged mild weather during Autumn, has meant that the leaves have been loathe to leave the trees. In effect, this has meant that the leaves have fallen for many more days that usual. It seems that there is no end to the toil of a domestic raker.  

Giving some lip.

A learned UK Judge has opined that it is not a crime to swear at the police when they accost you in the line of their duty. His lordship reasons that the use of profanity is so widespread in this country, that the officer in question would unlikely to be shocked by it.

It would follow that footballers could abuse others of their ilk at will. As long as they use the approved PC terminology for race/gender/disability, they can use all their foulest expletives towards their opponents and still be legal.

Out of the Swim.

The powers that be, somewhere in outer space, have brought in a health and safety decree, that the small 20 metre swimming pool that I use in our area, will have to employ a full time life guard because, (gasp,) it has a deep end.

In the seventeen years that it has been open, there have been no overly dramatic accidents or drownings in the six foot water at the deepest part. The management cannot afford life guards, so the pool will have to be shut for eight weeks, so that they can pour concrete and make it all shallow. I am only too thankful that it did not close down completely.

Where does all this unwarranted interference come from? No prizes for the correct answer.

"Grrrrr..." squared.

Being at an age when my blood boils over pretty easily, the red stuff was really frothing this afternoon. I witnessed a middle aged man drive a big new BMW 4X4 into a space where a pedestrian crossing met the road, just because he wanted a slot immediately and could not be bothered to drive a little further, to the place where there were at least 20 vacant parking spaces. He managed to block the crossing entrance completely.

I allowed myself some infantile wishes about all the dire things that should happen to his car because of his selfish behaviour.

No, he was not rushing to an emergency, he had time to unload his bag of golf clubs.

Getting Ahead.

A new head in this case it would seem.

Tied No More.

It seems that sports presenters and commentators on TV, have all been instructed that when wearing suits, they should have their shirts open at the collar. Ties do not seem to be allowed.

The result is neither smart nor sporty. If a casual look is required, they should not wear a suit jacket.

Easy Wildlife Photography.

This is a wild Marmot photographed in the Swiss Alps. They are so used to people that they come right up to you and look for food.

This one tried to eat my boots.