Eggheads? Bigheads? You decide, I’m just bitter
I’M NOT great at quizzes. Unfortunately the department in my brain that should have been amassing general knowledge from birth, malfunctioned a long time ago. But when it comes to questions on the 12 days of Christmas I can be quite useful. I even once helped a team win a tie break with my super-duper superior knowledge (ha) when we were asked to list them all.
Many of you clever quizzers who can call up capital cities, American states, oceans, birds, composers, dates or the component parts of a Welsh rarebit at the drop of your very big hats, like Mr F, are very annoying.
Eggheads? Bigheads? You decide. I’m just bitter.
My happy memory – and yes, how sad that I can still cling to such a feeble triumph – came back to me when I read recent stories of (allegedly) a certain orange bra wearing, prostitute-entertaining member of the upper chamber?
I thought, totally inappropriately, now I know why the Ten Lords were a-Leaping.
I was then puzzled as to why, if they were genuine prostitutes who filmed him, they agreed to expose a client in this way? Not good for future business I would have thought. Then I wondered whether it was wrong to invade his privacy. It was his own flat, courtesy of his job, after all.
Obviously, if I were his wife, I would look at that differently, but do the rest of us really need to know he didn’t use his time more usefully? Playing Solitaire or watching Newsnight maybe, or doing something creative with cranberries or quinoa rather than crack cocaine? Then I lost all sympathy when he boasted that his expenses, paid for appearing in the House, furnished these extracurricular activities.
He seemed to think it was his right to buy expensive drugs and fund sex sessions, which is certainly not the way to get tax-payers, including me, defending privacy rights.
HOW sad to hear about Cecil the lion who survived for 13 years only to be killed for 50,000 dollars by a stupid rich hunter who felled him for ‘sport’.
Jangles, our daughter’s cat, who is lodging with us while she holidays abroad, has just presented us with his first mouse.
I couldn’t help think it was a pity the man who paid to slaughter the beautiful creature with a bow and arrow, would not suffer a similar fate.