The other chap sent this chap this link. You wouldn’t catch this chap saying such, but he’s definitely heard the essence of the piece being uttered by other chaps (not the immediate ‘other chap’, just other chaps in general) rabbit on in a similar vein. As for the other chap, I believe he is of the mind that this chap is. Which is why he sent this link.
This chap just had a read of this. It is a Russian propaganda guide to stealing your roommates Burrito.
It struck him that they missed the obvious one:
“Roommate mysteriously falls from radioactive park bench, dies of broken neck. D-Notice issued.”
Never eschew the obvious. Or the unbelievable. Both can defeat the application of Occam’s Razor. Not that it can’t be misapplied, of course…
… 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.
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.
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…
sometimes – you just have to wonder ….
Hundreds of top-secret and highly classified cabinet documents have been obtained by the ABC following an extraordinary breach of national security.
Click through … if you want to see the story of how this came to be.
I guess we should be happy that government ineptitude is not limited to the USA and the UK!
Then again – there is this ….
What a difference a year makes
It’s been just a year now that the Worst President Ever has been in office, and the Chaps found a selection of cartoons addressing that short history.
Not The State Of The Cartoonian then?
No, No, No – This is far more sophisticated.
Biggest Crowd Ever
Continue reading “The First Year — In Pictures”
… Or Just A Podcast About George Orwell?
George Orwell wrote some of his most renowned essays for the British left-wing publication Tribune between 1940 and 1947, including Books vs Cigarettes, You And The Atom Bomb and the regular As I Please column. These works were compiled by Paul Anderson in the book Orwell in Tribune.
And you can listen to a conversation between Paul and the chaps at Little Atoms … in it’s entirety … here. Well worth it.
It was first broadcast in 2006 and just republished this week. This chap has long been a fan of Mr. Orwell – having read ALL of his books before he hit his twenties. That said, not a scholar … soooo … I am scheduling this post to come out in about a week’s time …. in the hope that the other chap – who is far better versed than this chap in topics of this ilk can add some meaningful fodder for our delecation.
Seperately … Relating to a book on Orwell by Paul Anderson, this also makes for an interesting read. He had me in the opening sentence.
George Orwell’s schoolfriend, Cyril Connolly, wrote that the duty of a writer was to produce a masterpiece. He famously identified one of the main obstacles as “the pram in the hall”.
But you’d probably have to be a Brit of a certain age to catch the image.