If You Can’t Say Anything Nice…

… then at least say it differently.

The Chaps do admit to a continuing love affair with language —

“a continuing love affair with language;the sound of their own voices” — fixed that for you, you’re welcome

Have it your own way. Couple that with a love of the pithy insult — yes, this definitely reflects our feelings.

and you’ll understand how our interest was piqued by a recent tweet from The Canary. Apart from being rude enough to call the UK Foreign Secretary ‘a bag of gas

No argument from this quarter

and illustrating it thusly

it prompted one David Simon (he of “The Wire“) to retweet with a most delightful addition — a preamble describing Boris as a “Low-bottom taintsniff.” Witness a literary lion in action! We love it.

The Other Chap may perhaps recall a gift of a wall chart of Shakespearian insults?

itself giving rise to a rather nice mug.

Perhaps we should offer it as some sort of prize for something?

We did. I won.

If Trump Wants A Grand Parade…

Then a grand parade, by golly, he should have.

Of course, in a version suitably sized to the attendance at his inauguration, and tailored to both his musical taste and knowledge of military technology. The Chaps are happy to offer a preview.

So, a grand-ish parade, then.

At best…

No, no need to thank us. Our pleasure.

You can read the original story here.

Did you note the marching on that Naval chief?

Certainly did. Cadet Bone Spurs could probably do as well.

Well, if it were not for him being who he is…

The Chaps, Converse

It isn’t that we share shoes …. more that we interact.

It started as a simple chat about the ukelele as an instrument.

“Simple”? Ha!

Now, no spoilers, please.

But then, somehow, as ever… It was Another Chap that started it all, when he threw this out ..

Jazz, Classical, but ukulele?

Don’t disrespect the ukulele.

and then went right on to share James Hill doing Voodoo Child

Continue reading “The Chaps, Converse”

Urine Luck

Or, perhaps, it’s just an ad campaign.

Ah yes … technology at its highest calling and delivering the best. A newspaper insert treated to indicate pregnancy if peed on.

“Widdle here, get a discounted crib” is the pitch.

And … goes on to note the estimable Guardian … that they’re not even the first with this, er, novel — channel? tactic? Continue reading “Urine Luck”