Let me prepare you with a bit of context for this article.
A friend of mine told me this joke the other day.
A man prays:
Heavenly Father, I am always skint. Please please please, let me win at least a tenner on the National Lottery. Amen.
A week later our man is lying in bed, when a voice calls out to him:
Hey, at least meet me halfway. Please please please, go and buy yourself a ticket!
Now and again, I do a bit of pastoral work for my local church. (Think of Matthew 7:16. Anyone can talk the talk, but do they walk the walk?) It’s rewarding, but also frustrating, especially when you are dealing with someone who perceives God as a “magician.” Pray for a bike for Christmas and God waves his magic wand to ensure the desired bike appears at the foot of the Christmas tree on the morning of 25th December. Ach nein, das geht nicht…
Prayer alone is not enough. Prayer is good, but not enough. I have a headache. I will pray about it. Fine, but better if you also take an Ibuprofen or lie in a darkened room. By the same token, liebe Leute, if Uncle Ginge in Germany gets you a social security form for you, please pray about the paperwork, but…
- PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE fill the blessed form in.
- PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE take the form to the office.
- PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE just allow the nice, kind, friendly civil servant to process your claim in due course, even if it does take 3-4 weeks. That’s just the way it is.
Have a prayerful day, won’t you!
I happen to share my birthday with Gerry Adams,
infamous person of note from Belfast.
When he was asked how many candles he was going to blow out today, he replied:
- This was an absolute insult to the nationalist people of the Six Counties, and indeed, the whole of the island of Ireland.
- He had never had any involvement at all in the blowing out of any candle.
- However, he did have close contact with the IRA Army Council, to whom he would place a fervent request to cease such activities forthwith.
Have a totally innocent and uninvolved day, won’t you!
I’m sure this piece from the Belfast Telegraph will have you either shouting in fuuuuuuuuuuuurious anger or smirking with amusement.
I’m just waiting for Varadkar asking London if Eire can become part of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and
Northern Ireland again. Doubtless he will ride into Downing Street on Shergar with Elvis Presley providing the welcoming music.
Oh, and happy birthday to Gerry Adams, who happens to share the same birthday (today) as me. I’m sure his birthday cake is not the only thing he’s ever been responsible for blowing up/out…
Have a united day, won’t you!
Poor old Theresa May. Here’s one assessment of her speech today, from Reaction, which is right-of-centre. Worth sharing this article.
Oh dear. That went well. After three months of painstakingly trying to shake off the “weak and wobbly” label, poor Theresa May had an absolute nightmare of a conference speech today. More or less everything that could go wrong did – coughing, protest, the set falling apart, aides walking onto the stage with glasses of water, the Chancellor popping up with a throat lozenge, a voice giving way – it was all there. What was intended to be a personal, powerful speech proving that she has what it takes to be Prime Minister became an excruciating display of fragility.
Interestingly though, the public reception has so far been mixed. Although many will think that this will be the straw that broke the camel’s back, others may feel that she showed humanity, grit and determination in difficult circumstances. The jury is out, but Tory MPs and ministers are already talking about how she might be replaced rapidly. There seems to be a full-blown leadership crisis underway. For more on this, read Iain Martin’s article below.
The row somewhat rescued Boris, who was having his own very Boris-esque crisis. At a fringe event yesterday, the gaffe-prone foreign secretary said that the Libyan city Sirte could be the new Dubai, adding, “all they have to do is clear the dead bodies away”.
The comments sparked anger, with Labour (ironic, considering Corbyn’s IRA sympathies) calling them “crass, callous and cruel” and Conservative MPs Anna Soubry and Heidi Allen saying he should be sacked. Mr Johnson claimed his critics had “no knowledge or understanding of Libya” and accused them of playing politics. That’ll go down well with Soubry.
In Trump-land, Rex Tillerson, United States Secretary of State, has quashed rumours that he is planning to resign. In a North Korea style press conference today, Tillerson said that he “has no plans to resign” and will stay in his position “as long as the president thinks I can be useful to achieving his objectives”. The row kicked off last weekend when the President publicly humiliated the Secretary of State on Twitter, saying that he was “wasting time trying to negotiate with Little Rocket Man”. When asked today whether Tillerson had called Trump a “moron” for his comments (as reported by NBC) the Secretary of State declined to answer, saying that he wouldn’t “get drawn in to that sort of pettiness”.
So that’s a yes then.
There you go. The title is a British is you can get. Actually.
Three quarters of the way through the year 2017, and I’ve written a daily entry in my Moleskine A5 size diary for every day bar about five or six days. (That was the old-fashioned way of blogging.) My best year (so far – three months to go) ever.
I guess it’s a case of self-discipline and just getting into the habit.
Still more Adrian Mole than Samuel Pepys, however. 🙂
Have an entry a day, won’t you!
Today I was in the library. I got chatting to a young lady who I’d seen last week. She was writing copious notes on an A4 writing pad.
Is that study notes for your university course starting next week?
No. Notes for my blog, which I’ve recently started.
Wow, a fellow blogger! Do bloggers do secret handshakes and codewords? No. We just swap stories and tips, many of which I had picked up from Blogging for Dummies and Blogging for Creatives, as well as from my lovely Schatz, who introduced me to blogging all those years ago.
Blogging is good.
Have a creative day, won’t you!
My local radio station, BBC Radio Tees, runs a headline competition on its breakfast show.
Here’s the story.
Here’s my headline.
FACE STIFF PENALTIES”
Have a tabloid day, won’t you!