Donny’s Big Day Out

The Chaps do admire a sharp wit (of course!)–

so we were delighted when this little gem wafted to us via Twitter today

But it also triggered a memory, and some digging back into the vaults, for this delightful little sequence

Getting ready for a big day!
Walking with Uncle Abe!
What I did today!
Night Night!

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.

The Persistence Of Memory

… and the Opposite Of Truth …

Graham remembers a time…

Salvador Dali’s “”The Persistence Of Memory”

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”

The Inauguration Spirit

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

our thanks to Michael Sippey …

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Theresa May One-Ups Putin

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.
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