The View from the Hill on Saturday 15th May
Jake and I are now in competition for who has to take the most tablets.
Having taken him to the vets for blood tests, it transpires that he has quite a list of things going wrong.
So he now has to take antibiotics, vitamins and some anti-inflammatory medication as well as having a strict diet of fish or chicken with pasta and rice. Perhaps I should start that diet too.
For a dog who used to eat anything, he has now become very faddy and sneaking the tablets in his food is becoming more and more like Mission Impossible.
Anyway, it's costing a small fortune to keep him ticking over and he may yet have to go on anti-convulsion tablets too!
The early news reports that both Millipede Brothers are now standing for the leadership of the Labour Party, it will be interesting to see the sibling rivalry and then if one of them wins, will they give the other a job?
Perhaps Ed Millipede can become the Minister for Nepotism, because with the Millipedes and Balls and Cooper, it all feels a little incestuous.
It almost seems that politics is being taken over by male models, taken straight from the pages of the Littlewoods catalogue in their easy care suits and their immaculate ties, Cameron, Clegg and whoever labour choose - (not Balls because Littlewoods don't do XXL models).
Move over David Dimbleby - here's Twiggy with Britain's Next Hot Labour Leader.
It's not so much policy as posture.
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A clever, ugly man every now and then is successful with the ladies, but a handsome fool is irresistible.
William Makepeace Thackeray
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Saturday, 15 May 2010
Friday, 14 May 2010
The View from the Hill on Friday 14th May
All plans thrown out of window - Jake had another fit last night and so we are off to the vets this morning.
He seems quite chipper, made a quicker recovery this time and is now slightly annoyed that I wont feed him - but the vet needs him to fast for some blood tests.
I will update progress of course.
Just noticed that the Old Nazi didn't win the classical Brit Award he was up for - he was beaten by Only Men Aloud....perhaps the Pope should change his name to Only Celibate Men Allowed and he might win next time.
Anyway, that's it for this morning - not much of a View I know but sometimes less is more and then again sometimes less is just less.
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If it takes a lot of words to say what you have in mind, give it more thought!
Dennis Roth
All plans thrown out of window - Jake had another fit last night and so we are off to the vets this morning.
He seems quite chipper, made a quicker recovery this time and is now slightly annoyed that I wont feed him - but the vet needs him to fast for some blood tests.
I will update progress of course.
Just noticed that the Old Nazi didn't win the classical Brit Award he was up for - he was beaten by Only Men Aloud....perhaps the Pope should change his name to Only Celibate Men Allowed and he might win next time.
Anyway, that's it for this morning - not much of a View I know but sometimes less is more and then again sometimes less is just less.
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If it takes a lot of words to say what you have in mind, give it more thought!
Dennis Roth
Thursday, 13 May 2010
The View from the Hill on Thursday 13th May
Whenever you feel you have had a bad day always remember there must be someone, somewhere having an even worse one - then smile, open a bottle of your favourite tipple and relax.
This seems like good advice and I reminded myself of it yesterday after hearing the story of a lady who at 59 had died - not of the breast cancer she had, not of the dementia she had, not even of the motor neurone disease which left her a prisoner in her own body - she died of pneumonia.
If there is a god he really must move in mysterious ways, why would one person deserve such awful treatment?
The one thing about my job is you do get to hear all of these life stories, and you soon realise that most people who think they are ordinary actually are ordinary, but that's a good thing.
Ordinary will probably mean stable, it will mean that they have found a routine in life that enables them to just be happy and share that life with others who are equally ordinary.
Of course occasionally ordinary people will do extraordinary things or experience extraordinary events, but they remain ordinary.
To live a long, content and unremarkable life - that would suit me fine.
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Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
John Dryden
Whenever you feel you have had a bad day always remember there must be someone, somewhere having an even worse one - then smile, open a bottle of your favourite tipple and relax.
This seems like good advice and I reminded myself of it yesterday after hearing the story of a lady who at 59 had died - not of the breast cancer she had, not of the dementia she had, not even of the motor neurone disease which left her a prisoner in her own body - she died of pneumonia.
If there is a god he really must move in mysterious ways, why would one person deserve such awful treatment?
The one thing about my job is you do get to hear all of these life stories, and you soon realise that most people who think they are ordinary actually are ordinary, but that's a good thing.
Ordinary will probably mean stable, it will mean that they have found a routine in life that enables them to just be happy and share that life with others who are equally ordinary.
Of course occasionally ordinary people will do extraordinary things or experience extraordinary events, but they remain ordinary.
To live a long, content and unremarkable life - that would suit me fine.
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Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
John Dryden
Wednesday, 12 May 2010
The View from the Hill on Wednesday 12th May
You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That's the signpost up ahead - your next stop, the Twilight Zone!
It does feel a bit like that doesn't it?
Amazing and historical days we are living through, and of course some political obituaries to write.
Gordon Brown - who readers will know I have slated at every opportunity, well of course now he has gone people are starting to say, wasn't he a decent man, statesman like blah blah! NO, he was a terrible PM.
The most human thing he ever did was walk down that street away from No.10 with his wife and two sons, it was the only time I had a twinge of sadness - but it passed fairly quickly.
The Dark Sith Lord Peter - no more virgin MP's needed, he can grow old and wrinkly in his basement, throwing darts at pictures of all those younger men he wants to be. Balls is kicked into touch, Johnson agrees to go quietly backing David Millipede, Harriet Mouth Organ will run the opposition and then fade away, the Labour pretty boys starting to circle the carcass of Gordon Brown like vultures, waiting for their chance.
And now we need a whole new perspective on how to view and report on politics - we have to change the way we think, we need to be less tribal....I can't see the Mirror and the Mail buying into that though.
I do think that the politics of consensus will be good for the country, I doubt we will see fox hunting on the agenda anytime soon.
Perhaps Downing Street should be renamed - Damascus Street, because we are going to see many conversions.
To think that I have lived long enough to see A Tory PM and a Lib Dem Deputy PM...the Twilight Zone music is starting to play in my head again.
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England does not love coalitions
Disraeli
You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That's the signpost up ahead - your next stop, the Twilight Zone!
It does feel a bit like that doesn't it?
Amazing and historical days we are living through, and of course some political obituaries to write.
Gordon Brown - who readers will know I have slated at every opportunity, well of course now he has gone people are starting to say, wasn't he a decent man, statesman like blah blah! NO, he was a terrible PM.
The most human thing he ever did was walk down that street away from No.10 with his wife and two sons, it was the only time I had a twinge of sadness - but it passed fairly quickly.
The Dark Sith Lord Peter - no more virgin MP's needed, he can grow old and wrinkly in his basement, throwing darts at pictures of all those younger men he wants to be. Balls is kicked into touch, Johnson agrees to go quietly backing David Millipede, Harriet Mouth Organ will run the opposition and then fade away, the Labour pretty boys starting to circle the carcass of Gordon Brown like vultures, waiting for their chance.
And now we need a whole new perspective on how to view and report on politics - we have to change the way we think, we need to be less tribal....I can't see the Mirror and the Mail buying into that though.
I do think that the politics of consensus will be good for the country, I doubt we will see fox hunting on the agenda anytime soon.
Perhaps Downing Street should be renamed - Damascus Street, because we are going to see many conversions.
To think that I have lived long enough to see A Tory PM and a Lib Dem Deputy PM...the Twilight Zone music is starting to play in my head again.
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England does not love coalitions
Disraeli
Tuesday, 11 May 2010
The View from the Hill on Tuesday 11th May
And so it came to pass that Polyphemus was finally slain, his granite like face stained with the tears of failure and the dagger plunged firmly between the shoulder blades carrying the fingerprints of Nick Clegg and Lord Mandleson. His emergence from No 10 to allow us all to see the death throws was missing only one thing - infamy, infamy - they've all got it in for me!
The truth will out - The Sith Lord has in fact been secretly training his padawan Clegg in the dark arts and now his evil plan has come to fruition. The Sith Lord will now shed his skin and appear as just plain Peter and offer to come to the rescue of his party and anyone who stands in his way will be martyred to the cause.
Peter will need to be careful though, the Millipede Brothers will try and out manoeuvre him and they will attack from different directions, but Peter will not give up without a fight, he will send his henchmen out with poison which they will spread in the newspapers and on the television, and the Millipedes will have to be careful where they tread.
Peter will use all of his Sith powers to make himself appear younger, because the truth is now clear for all to see, the keys to No 10 can only be rescued by a young virile handsome boy, Harriet Mouth Organ cannot do it, Alan Johnson is too grey, and so Peter will turn his attention towards the pretty giraffe eyes of Andy Burnham and find a way of neutralising him. He will not fear Balls because he is too fat and ugly to take the keys - no, he knows it will be a Millipede or Giraffe Eyed Andy that stands between him and those keys.
Even as you read these words, The Dark Lord Peter Mandleson waits in his plush flat, bathing in the blood of newly elected MP's, planning and scheming and looking for the number of a plastic surgeon.
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There is no act of treachery or meanness of which a political party is not capable; for in politics there is no honour.
Benjamin Disraeli
And so it came to pass that Polyphemus was finally slain, his granite like face stained with the tears of failure and the dagger plunged firmly between the shoulder blades carrying the fingerprints of Nick Clegg and Lord Mandleson. His emergence from No 10 to allow us all to see the death throws was missing only one thing - infamy, infamy - they've all got it in for me!
The truth will out - The Sith Lord has in fact been secretly training his padawan Clegg in the dark arts and now his evil plan has come to fruition. The Sith Lord will now shed his skin and appear as just plain Peter and offer to come to the rescue of his party and anyone who stands in his way will be martyred to the cause.
Peter will need to be careful though, the Millipede Brothers will try and out manoeuvre him and they will attack from different directions, but Peter will not give up without a fight, he will send his henchmen out with poison which they will spread in the newspapers and on the television, and the Millipedes will have to be careful where they tread.
Peter will use all of his Sith powers to make himself appear younger, because the truth is now clear for all to see, the keys to No 10 can only be rescued by a young virile handsome boy, Harriet Mouth Organ cannot do it, Alan Johnson is too grey, and so Peter will turn his attention towards the pretty giraffe eyes of Andy Burnham and find a way of neutralising him. He will not fear Balls because he is too fat and ugly to take the keys - no, he knows it will be a Millipede or Giraffe Eyed Andy that stands between him and those keys.
Even as you read these words, The Dark Lord Peter Mandleson waits in his plush flat, bathing in the blood of newly elected MP's, planning and scheming and looking for the number of a plastic surgeon.
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There is no act of treachery or meanness of which a political party is not capable; for in politics there is no honour.
Benjamin Disraeli
Monday, 10 May 2010
The View from the Hill on Monday 10th May
A lunch time discourse after a flying start and a trip to a very cold and wet Lincoln this morning.
Writing this later in the day but still no news on who is running the country but I am getting a little fed up with the various news outlets telling us that there is nothing to report!
I just wanted to say something about those people who are moaning about not being able to vote when the polls closed at 10pm - my question is where the hell were you all day?
They open the doors at 7am and they close them at 10pm that's (using fingers and toes) fifteen hours to go and vote - but still that isn't long enough for some imbeciles who expect the law not to apply to them if they were too busy in the pub.
Part of the changes to our political system, the reforms that are being referred to so constantly, will no doubt be an extension of postal voting or more polling stations in places where people are, like supermarkets or DIY stores or garden centres, especially garden centres a favourite hang out for the old and bewildered.
And in Benefits Offices of course, so that whilst the idle dossers queue up for the handouts, they can put their tick in the box for the team that will keep the money coming.
Oh, I can be bitchy sometimes.
The news is full of people complaining about this situation and saying Con Lib is a bad idea, but Lib Lab is a bad idea too - nobody has any answers except me!
Let's toss a coin - heads for the Tory's, tails for Labour and Lib Dems accept the outcome and then we can go back to some degree of normality.
Have a nice day.
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It's so nice to get flowers while you can still smell the fragrance.
Lena Horne
1917 - 2010
A lunch time discourse after a flying start and a trip to a very cold and wet Lincoln this morning.
Writing this later in the day but still no news on who is running the country but I am getting a little fed up with the various news outlets telling us that there is nothing to report!
I just wanted to say something about those people who are moaning about not being able to vote when the polls closed at 10pm - my question is where the hell were you all day?
They open the doors at 7am and they close them at 10pm that's (using fingers and toes) fifteen hours to go and vote - but still that isn't long enough for some imbeciles who expect the law not to apply to them if they were too busy in the pub.
Part of the changes to our political system, the reforms that are being referred to so constantly, will no doubt be an extension of postal voting or more polling stations in places where people are, like supermarkets or DIY stores or garden centres, especially garden centres a favourite hang out for the old and bewildered.
And in Benefits Offices of course, so that whilst the idle dossers queue up for the handouts, they can put their tick in the box for the team that will keep the money coming.
Oh, I can be bitchy sometimes.
The news is full of people complaining about this situation and saying Con Lib is a bad idea, but Lib Lab is a bad idea too - nobody has any answers except me!
Let's toss a coin - heads for the Tory's, tails for Labour and Lib Dems accept the outcome and then we can go back to some degree of normality.
Have a nice day.
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It's so nice to get flowers while you can still smell the fragrance.
Lena Horne
1917 - 2010
Sunday, 9 May 2010
The View from the Hill on Sunday 9th May
Have you ever thought about how the world might have been if instead of sentencing Jesus to death Pontius had been running late for the gym and his yoga class and had just let him go with a warning - and all because of Pontius' Pilates.
That's a terrible joke I know - but I can't keep all this crap in my head, I have to let it out and you are an easy target dear reader.
I am going to look at comfy cars this morning - I am beginning to get really bad back aches in my present car so I am going to one of those big car superstore places just to sit in a few and find one that is comfortable - I don't care if it is a cool brand or not, it just has to be comfy.
A car is a thing that gets you from A to B, I have never really understood this Sunday morning ritual of making love to your car with chamois and wax - it's a machine for goodness sake. I suspect it's the same reason that people spend so long making sure their front lawns are free of dandelions - you can't have the neighbours looking down their noses at you, judging you and your life.
Screw them - I hate my neighbours, they have made our back garden a no go area in the summer and I look forward to having some spare cash so I can erect a taller fence between us and reclaim our space.
It would be nice to find something that we could have in our garden that would irritate them but not annoy us at the same time - like some wind chimes or a rooster or the Treorchy Male Voice choir accompanied by the Band of the Coldstream Guards performing Silence is Golden.
Oh well, a little work to do first off, then toast and marmalade before the comfy car search begins.
Have a nice day - unless your my neighbours!
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Good fences make good neighbours
Robert Frost
Have you ever thought about how the world might have been if instead of sentencing Jesus to death Pontius had been running late for the gym and his yoga class and had just let him go with a warning - and all because of Pontius' Pilates.
That's a terrible joke I know - but I can't keep all this crap in my head, I have to let it out and you are an easy target dear reader.
I am going to look at comfy cars this morning - I am beginning to get really bad back aches in my present car so I am going to one of those big car superstore places just to sit in a few and find one that is comfortable - I don't care if it is a cool brand or not, it just has to be comfy.
A car is a thing that gets you from A to B, I have never really understood this Sunday morning ritual of making love to your car with chamois and wax - it's a machine for goodness sake. I suspect it's the same reason that people spend so long making sure their front lawns are free of dandelions - you can't have the neighbours looking down their noses at you, judging you and your life.
Screw them - I hate my neighbours, they have made our back garden a no go area in the summer and I look forward to having some spare cash so I can erect a taller fence between us and reclaim our space.
It would be nice to find something that we could have in our garden that would irritate them but not annoy us at the same time - like some wind chimes or a rooster or the Treorchy Male Voice choir accompanied by the Band of the Coldstream Guards performing Silence is Golden.
Oh well, a little work to do first off, then toast and marmalade before the comfy car search begins.
Have a nice day - unless your my neighbours!
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Good fences make good neighbours
Robert Frost
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