Thursday 26 May 2011

525600 Minutes...

...give or take a few. That's how long it has been since Jake left us.

He is missed everyday, like his brother, and although it saddens the heart to realise just how long he's been gone, the memories Mrs B and I have of him bring a smile.

How can we ever forget that day we walked into the kitchen to find him standing in the middle of the kitchen table, gently picking grapes out of the fruit bowl and devouring the lot!

He was a special part of our lives and we are so grateful for both him and Danny deciding to let us share their house!

Mrs B and I are heading off for a few days, to recall the brightness of the past.

Thanks Jake.



The Old Man



Young and Daft




We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own, live within a fragile circle; easily and often breached.

Unable to accept its awful gaps, we would still live no other way.

We cherish memory as the only certain immortality, never fully understanding the necessary plan.


Irving Townsend

Sunday 22 May 2011

Respect for the Law

Here we are again my little flockers, it's Sunday afternoon and it is very blustery here on top of the hill, I fully expected to see a piglet tied to a balloon go flying past.

I just wanted to intrude into your sad lives for a moment to deliver a shaft of pure insight from the beautifully calibrated machine that is the Guru's brain; super-injunctions don't work very well!

There is a huge amount of digital chatter about the not so secret identity of a certain footballer who can't keep his knob in his shorts, I'm not going to name him here because there is no need, the gigs up on that. One Scottish newspaper has even put his face on the front page of their paper.

Many normal everyday citizens have taken the time to find out who he is by accessing Facebook or Twitter or by just typing 'Imogen' into Google and seeing the list of possible suggestions.

 The simple fact is that now the cat is out of the bag it really does undermine the law being used to try and gig...sorry gag freedom of speech.

Any decent law only works because it is accepted by the majority and it is open to all but of course this sort of law is not open to all, just those with deep pockets. This law, as Charles Dickens put it so succinctly, is a ass!

This is a law that is being used by rich and powerful men to cover up shameful acts, which they claim are private and that the exposure of said acts would cause harm to their families...the same families they disrespected and harmed by committing the act in the first place!

This is a law that is supposed to stop the exchange of information about celebrities who court the media and sell stories and allow access to photograph the wedding but then they want to pull up the drawbridge if it might seem a story will show they are not as perfect as they try and make out.

I can see the purpose in having a law that protects privacy when it comes to medical conditions for example or for matters where national security is an issue and even to protect people who through no fault of their own are thrust into the media spotlight, but basically the general populace share so much of their lives on social networks sites these days that the idea of a privacy law seems totally ludicrous and unnecessary for the majority of us non celeb types - and a law for the minority who can afford it is a law I have little, if any respect for.

So, my little gang of giggling googlers - when the summons arrives on your doorstep because you might have tweeted the name of a knob, let me know and I'll arrange the protest march.

Now back to your Sunday afternoon - Songs of Praise, a glass of sherry and then Bafta.

PS...

The press should really play their part by acting responsibly - but of course they only publish garbage because you like to read it. Hence, your presence here.