…. as it might strike a chap ..,
So, lipstick on two pigs. Nope, no better-looking, even doubled-up.
The Chaps do admire a sharp wit (of course!)–
so we were delighted when this little gem wafted to us via Twitter today
The hardest part of Mueller's job is deciding whether or not Trump can be tried as an adult.— Alternative NOAA (@altNOAA) November 7, 2017
But it also triggered a memory, and some digging back into the vaults, for this delightful little sequence —
all the above from the wonderful Sad and Useless.
But as Vox pointed out, we should really be grateful he is such a pathetic figure:
The good news, such as it is, is that Trump’s 10 months on the job have revealed that he lacks the focus, the persistence, the strategic sense, to become the strongman he dreams of being. We have elected an authoritarian, but an apparently incompetent one. That is the bit of luck on which we are gambling our political system.
Not at all a pleasant thought.
… and the Opposite Of Truth …
Graham remembers a time…
No, really — and actually, he remembers lots of times.
John says …
So did ‘Chuck’ Dickens
Graham says …
Surely ‘Marcie’ Proust? But I digress…
John says …
‘Chuck’ … Tale Of Two Cities
But what he actually “remembers” of course is his reconstruction and even concatenation of those times, which may make for good stories, but even with the best intent may barely resemble the actual events. Memories melt, fold, dissolve, as Dali observed. But at least with repetition, the stories get better, which is a lot of the point of “laying down memories” while you can.
But what happens when what one needs is recent, accurate records of things said and done? Continue reading “The Persistence Of Memory”
Graham, with a sense of impending doom …
In the little moment that remains to us between the crisis and the catastrophe, we may as well drink a glass of champagne.
… so said Paul Claudel, French poet and ambassador to the USA, in 1931 after a final vain attempt to stave off a widely-forecast international economic crisis.
In that same (ahem!) spirit, allow me to introduce you to the ‘inauguration cocktail‘ … or the ‘Nyet My President’ as us chaps call it …
White Russian, beneath a thin orange skin and fake gold leaf garnish
John opines …
… I am not a fan of leather trousers unless you are going to a fancy dress party. Private Eye spotted this and delved into both price and whether or not ‘leathers in the commons’ were indeed de rigour?
I think the Tories have long been wearing their leathers – just maybe not as visibly as our Theresa is. More shall we say behind the closed doors of the London Clubs.
Continue reading “Theresa May One-Ups Putin”