sieze the Carp, e-Diemboy

A Simple Self Esteem Test for use in your organization. Simply wait until there are large numbers of colleagues gathered together and shout in a clear voice something deprecatory like “Oi, wanker!” or “ I’m talking to you, halfwit “ and take a careful note of the people who turn round.
These people automatically assume that they are the Wanker or Half-wit in question. Their self esteem must be quite low and should be worked on.

to promote the virtues Of an anarchistic outlook.
In this small case its playing the Sex Pistols 'Anarchy in the UK' whilst the Head teacher is having a meet with all the prospective prefects in the Learning Resource Centre which sits hard by my humble office

I earlier recorded my horror and revulsion at the arrival upon our supermarket shelves of ‘Squeezable’ Marmite.

I used some fairly trenchant language, but I didn’t actually use the product itself, and consequently fell into a trap of my own making, a trap that might justly be labelled ‘Snares that await those who adopt a grumpy-old-man attitude.
It is therefore with a measure of humbleness that I have to print this retraction.

For all men were by nature foolish who were in ignorance of God, and who from the good things seen did not succeed in knowing him who is, and from studying the works did not discern the artisan;
But either fire, or wind, or the swift air, or the circuit of the stars, or the mighty water, or the luminaries of heaven, the governors of the world, they considered gods.
Now if out of joy in their beauty they thought them gods, let them know how far more excellent is the Lord than these; for the original source of beauty fashioned them.
Or if they were struck by their might and energy, let them from these things realize how much more powerful is he who made them.
For from the greatness and the beauty of created things their original author, by analogy, is seen.
But yet, for these the blame is less; For they indeed have gone astray perhaps, though they seek God and wish to find him.
For they search busily among his works, but are distracted by what they see, because the things seen are fair.
But again, not even these are pardonable.
For if they so far succeeded in knowledge that they could speculate about the world, how did they not more quickly find its LORD?

Went out last night for a curry with some of the staff from the Institution where I work. One of them had brought along a houseguest, Mohammed, a Muslim. Just as I do when I’m with my Mohammed I felt a sense of shame and embarrassment. Here was a young man from another culture exposed to a group of so called ‘professionals’ who in theory represent the upper percentile of British society. This quiet lad was exposed to swearing, cussing, jokish remarks about child abuse and sodomy and was reputedly urged to “Go on, have a glass of wine, and go on.”
I hope I’m not being too prudish but looking at our group, or our society from his viewpoint it seemed that we as a society are irreligious, profane and eventually doomed to choke on our own moral filth.
There.
That’s how I feel.

And now a few words on the bookends project.<br>

Things , ideas or projects often just seem to happen! Liv and I were wandering aimlessly through town and passed the Party Shop in Church Lane and saw that the windows were full of Halloween Stuff. I don’t go a whole bundle on Halloween, it raises a raft of issues to do with my Faith that I’d rather not address thank you very much, but the stuff in the shop has a fair proportion of skeleton related stuff. <br>

I like skeletons, in a purely artistic sense that is. I’ve no interest in actual skeletons and my fascination with the Gothic doesn’t extend to having real cadavers as Objets D’art in my house. <br>

Amongst the skeleton related items offered to the Halloween Public were a two-foot semi-articulated Skelton and what for want of a better word I’d call Garlands of skeletons. <br>

Each garland has eight to ten 1/12th scale skeletons whose composition is such that the judicious application of a fag-lighter to the joints enables their limbs to be posed. <br> Hooray<br>

If got one Skeletal Dude rising from the pot-o-sand that joss sticks get poked into. He’s smoking a ‘fat one’ and pointing a tiny little remote control towards the Telly<br>

Skeledude No2 is sitting atop the Mushroom of Illumination., one hand on his noble tortured brow whilst reading from an as yet unmade book. Not sure what the book will be. If anyone actually reads this I’d be grateful for suggestions. <br>

All these things went well and I was moved to try something bigger, but what? <br>

Inspiration struck and I’m almost finished the Skeletal Bookends. One of the pair is Sisyphus (condemned forever to roll a stone up-hill, only to have it plummet to the bottom of the slope), the other is Prometheus, having his liver torn out by A Neagle…. Oops, an Eagle

Skeledude No2 is sitting atop the Mushroom of Illumination., one hand on his noble tortured brow whilst reading from an as yet unmade book. Not sure what the book will be. If anyone actually reads this I’d be grateful for suggestions. <br>

All these things went well and I was moved to try something bigger, but what? <br>

Inspiration struck and I’m almost finished the Skeletal Bookends. One of the pair is Sisyphus (condemned forever to roll a stone up-hill, only to have it plummet to the bottom of the slope), the other is Prometheus, having his liver torn out by A Neagle….oops an Eagle <br>

Photos Follow ( dio volente)

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Photos Follow ( dio volente)

this kinda sums up the whole collapsed marriage thing for me. I quoted it to Helen when she was telling me that my days as a spouse were numbered.



Into my heart an air that kills

From yon far country blows:

What are those blue remembered hills,

What spires, what farms are those?

That is the land of lost content,

I see it shining plain,

The happy highways where I went

And cannot come again.

I just decided something. The something I decided was that although I posted a misrablist thing yonks ago about the futility of non-genius level peeps posting their thoughts on any range of subjects, I shouldn’t worry and should post piccies, articles and fragments I’d gleaned of the internet in the hope that people might be led to them by, for instance Google, and that their whole consciousness might be raised thereby. Additonally it’ll be an interesting record of the things that amuse, interest or distract me.

Time then for me to take up my fingers ant type a new entry to this, the most under-rated blog on the World Wide Web.
I’ve thought long and hard about what this contribution should be and I’m led inescapably back to the queue for the concert at St Martin’s In the Field on Saturday. I was in this queue, heading into the Vestibule behind a youngish lad who was wearing a Parka and a baseball cap His dress was to say the least, casual.
‘I hope he takes the cap off’ I thought to myself, with an underlying thought, barely formed about how concerts these days are not the elitist celebrations of middle-classishness that once they used to be.
His girlfriend must have muttered something about removal of headwear because the fragments of dialogue I strained to overhear suggested that he had no intention of removing the hat.
“I’m not religious”
“………Don’t believe in all this rubbish”
“……….Might as well go home now”
And so forth.
I really, really wanted to tap him lightly on the shoulder and say without any kind of intonation“ Dude, loose the hat”, but the queue separated and he went on elsewhere.
What a prat, I thought and then went on to ruminate. Did this stupid insensitive halfwit realise that he could well stand up for what he believed were his rights as a rugged individual and wear his silly hat all through the concert. People would be a little offended, but what the hey, he was really sticking it to the man. People would have looked at him in all his Baseball Capped splendour and thought, “Wow, there’s a guy who’s really prepared to go to bat for his principals, even though it means causing mild annoyance to a lot of people” No-one would have thought him boorish or a lout. Not.

Then of course, reason kicked in and it occurred to me that he might well have been feeling intimidated by the thought of attending a Choral recital in the Capital and was looking for a get out clause.
Ho-hum