TAKE A GAMBLE ON THE GAY BALLS
Sunday in the highlands of Scotland, and it
is not too cold. Yesterday was so cold
and yet beautiful to look out on as all grass and trees were covered in thick
white frost. In the post came a
postcard from striver-granddaughter, Laura, who at this time during her
back-packing year is working on a farm, a few hundred miles north of
Sydney. She works in above 100 degrees Fahrenheit
conditions picking fruit and such like work.
Anyhow it was how this New Year greeting was addressed. To Margaret and Gerald. Our second name was almost too small to be
on the postcard. But then she has
called our house “The Gambles”. It made me laugh. Take a gamble and visit “The Gambles”. It
does say “The Gables” on the front wall.
However perhaps the sun has affected her memory - and we loved her
communication just the same. If you
read this Laura, you are a star, and we will love seeing you and Lauren in
June. Keep on Keeping on!
Not that this was the first time we have
had a strange version of our house name.
Some typist once sent us a brown envelope with information enclosed, and
she had addressed the package to “The Gay Balls”. Images of ladies in ball gowns sweeping
round a ballroom in the arms of handsomely–dressed men occurred to me. Or if you like you could think of the new
connotation of ‘gay’, the mind boggles.
I suppose it must have been down to my pronunciation of the ‘gables’
over the ‘phone’ that was at fault. Oh
well! I think everything is my fault anyway.
It’s due to my strict education I tell myself.
But I don’t think I am at fault for any of
the following:
a) The coalition government in the
United Kingdom are introducing a form of poll tax in April this year. This will inform poorer people who do not
pay local council tax due to their circumstances that they will now have to pay
something, perhaps 20%. And it seems
that it is almost certain that they won’t be able to pay this. Even unemployed people will have to pay when
they have never paid before, even though they can hardly make ends meet. I got this story from George Eaton’s column
in the New Statesman. I quote here from
the article in this week’s magazine “The parallels with the greatest policy
misjudgement by any modern Conservative government are so striking that one is
inclined to conclude that the coalition has a death wish,” He goes on to say that “this regressive levy
is likely to be met with mass non-payment.”
b) It seems that Silvio Berlosconi
is trying to regain power in Italy by promising a relaxation of austerity. Let’s hope that the Italians don’t give in
to his wild behaviour, in spite of their financial distress.
c) I read that the architect Kenneth Powell referred to the Shard as a 'behemoth'. The Shard is the new tall building - the tallest in Europe - on the south bank of the Thames by London Bridge designed by Renzo Piano. It opens on the 1st of February
and you can see round on the 68th, 69th and 72nd
floors - but beware, it's expensive. 'Behemoth’ is a puzzling word. A medieval word meaning “a great monster”. The building has its critics as it just
seemed to appear among 19th century streets.
d)
A quote from “The Observer”
magazine today talking about the attempt of scientists in Eindhoven University
in Holland to make artificial steaks and hamburgers. There’s energy behind the projects because
of the certainty that 9 billion human beings cannot possibly go on eating food
(at the present rate), especially meat produced in the traditional way. The planet can’t take it.” It’s is a good interesting article, if a bit
scary.
Last of all a joke:
A woman journalist heard a story about this Jewish man who has been
going to the Wailing Wall in Jersualem for forty years. Each day he prayed for an hour. He never failed to turn up to pray. The journalist decided to get the story and
arrived one day to visit this religious man.
“Who do you pray for each day?” she asked. The old man replied, “I pray for my wife,
for my family, and for my health. Also
I pray the Christians, the Jews, and the Moslems will agree with one another
and find peace together.” Said the
journalist: “How do you feel about
doing this for so long?” He replied, “I
feel as if I am talking to a wall.”
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