Showing posts with label Her Maj. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Her Maj. Show all posts

31 March 2014

terrific honorifics

The conservative Australian government
has asked Her Majesty if they can restore
 the bestowal of her Sovereign Honours,
selected from lists submitted to her office
and usually awarded to mark her birthday
or the new year.
One year The Beatles were OBE's but John Lennon sent his back.
Instantly the/my Australian Twitter milieu has been
elevated and that is just so Australian. Also funny that
these honorifics feature in a week when
  HIS EMINENCE Cardinal Smell hightailed it back to
the luxury of the vatican apartments after
two poor shows - one at the royal commission and the
other at his farewell cathedral mass.
Some of the Twitterers know as little about it as the very politicians waffling so seriously, and have been elevated to The Peerage of Lords, Earls and a Marquis. This hardly matters when one thinks of all the Peers and Knights with legal convictions
All explained in the essential reference Yes Minister:
Bernard: “Of course, in the service, CMG stands for Call Me God. And  KCMG for Kindly Call Me God.” 
Hacker: “What about GCMG?”  
Bernard: " oh that stands for God Calls Me God".

Bless us all, as there is nothin' like a Dame Annie ODyne.

15 December 2012

Casualty ward-off

Well dear reader, what a week.  
Doesn't Tolstoy's killer opening line about 'happy families' come to mind for that holiday?
Just look at that photo on the Order Of Service above.  That is the best photo they have of a woman now gone forever.  One they claim was a joy until Australian radio made her life not worth living.
Well a picture or ten, is equal to a thousand words of contradiction, and I see that this woman was depressed well before she answered that call.

However,  the Barboza-Saldanha family life in Bristol and London, was totally anonymous a week ago, and now, because of a pregnancy and a prank, both by Others, and the subsequent death of their mother/partner, their names get thousands of websearch results. There is no way any of us can be ready for, or survive that, and those kids have my sympathy.
Your FaceBuck photos (happy or not) become a target for newshounds the moment they get your name, so go into them now and edit and delete like mad, just in case you, like these two unfortunate teenagers, become peripheral to a major tabloid moment.
Today after the service for Ms Saldanha at Westminster Cathedral if you don't mind, The Guardian is very diplomatically referring to Mr Barboza as 'the widower'. MSM websites have reported many facts conflicting with others.  The husband is actually a 'partner' according to some.  She was alive when found, or not.  The Mirror published this - 'Police were called to a home in Weymouth Street Central London at 9.35am yesterday after receiving a report of a woman found unconscious.
The address is ­registered in planning documents as hospital accommodation.
Two ­ambulances were sent with a duty officer, however the woman was found dead.'
'however'? We know that building was FULL OF NURSES who know how to do CPR.
Two vehicles was not the prime requirement of the moment.

Someone  (a fellow nurse phoned by Ben Barboza because the "deeply religious" mother of his children had not made her usual phone calls to him)  went to check her flat on Thursday NIGHT and got no response.  There has not been a single reference to anything that happened at the hospital on the Tuesday or Wednesday after the silly call. Amazing claim that the NHS accountant was not told on Tues or Wed of the fuss at the hospital, and the two children were not told by friends or neighbours. The father claims they don't watch TV.
The private ambulance came on Friday morning 9:35am.

I cannot believe though, that a nurse intending to die, would not take the easier option of drugs from the hospital to do it with.  Hanging is unreliable.  There are 2 kinds and the one which does not require a 2-metre drop with the slipknot in just the right spot, is very unreliable. An experienced nurse would know that from all those Saturday nights receiving failed suicides while on casualty duty.
Apparently the MP Keith Vaz, the family advocate, let slip in a radio interview that "the family had not had contact with Jacintha for some time". He is on record as saying the money offered from the radio station is a joke in the face of losing their loved partner (not wife).
In defence of the radio people   I submit that this blurry morose holiday snap
is THE BEST PHOTO OF THE BELOVED MUM THE FAMILY HAS? 
After the actual Inquest next March, when we know what her last messages were, I do hope they absolve the radio people. By next March, the pregnancy of the Duchess of Cambridge should also be secure (everybody knows that the first 20 weeks have the potential for failing), but if it is not (and she is not going well physically or spiritually at the moment) then by the time the official inquest does roll around, a very different slant on the whole thing could be the case. I do not wish this pain on the poor girl, but along with self-harm by the distraught DJs, it is something everyone currently being nasty should consider.
 IF the Duchess loses this infant there will be absolute hell to pay the son of Diana.  His helicopter squadron will probably all help him drop loads of manure (or worse)  on NewsLimited presses.

Second amazing thing is that an entire week after the phone call,  The Second Nurse, the one who actually had a conversation with Her Meljesty, has still managed to keep her name out of the news. a hospital spokesman said. He declined to provide further details, and did not respond to questions about the second nurse's condition. In this image below, is it her in the centre?
Her Meljesty, by the way, at no time on the recorded call, claims to BE a majesty, or anyone other than a "grandmother". It was the 5am end of a night shift for Jacintha who should not have had to watch the switchboard, as the hospital should have had a dedicated and trained telephonist while Mrs Wales was there.
The other fact-of-the-moment is that all the many reports of rampant sexual abuse by multi-various figures of power and popularity in the UK, have been eclipsed by this ridiculous baying for the blood of two Adelaide radio announcers.
I just want to go there and slap everybody, and it is fortunate that the only thing that could have made it all worse - The News Of Rebekah World -  is shut down.

16 May 2011

arsing around


Bridesmaids rarely look stylish
(refer to movie 27 Dresses ),
and this may be why the idiot-press
is now fixated on a total side-bar to
recent events in London.

"Great minds discuss ideas,
Average minds discuss events,
Small minds discuss people" ...
and if Eleanor Roosevelt,
to whom that is attributed,
was still with us, she might add

... and total plonkers discuss backsides.

Although, there are backsides ... and there are backsides:

Does my arse look big in this?

'The bulk of the gluteal muscle mass
contributes only partially to shape of the buttocks.
The other major contributing factor is that of
the panniculus adiposus of the buttocks, which is very well developed in this area, and gives the buttock its characteristic rounded shape.
Although the gluteal muscle bulk and tone can be improved with massage and exercise, it is the disposition of the overlying panniculus adiposus which may be responsible for the "sagging butt" phenomenon.
Exercise of the body in general which can contribute to fat loss can lead to reduction of mass in subcutaneal fat storage locations on the body which includes the panniculus, so for leaner and more active individuals, the glutes will more predominantly contribute to the shape than someone less active with a fattier composition. The degree of body fat stored in various locations such as the panniculus is dictated by genetic and hormonal profiles ...'


Is it a relief to know it is not diet forming that huge stern we are glad we cannot see?
Photograph of Her Majesty at top, is copyright Andrew Milligan.
Bottom photo is Dita Von Teese and JeanPaul Gaultier.





28 April 2011

The Rex Pistols

I
LIKE THEM
AND
WISH
THEM
SUCCESS
IN THEIR
BATTLE
AGAINST
THE
RESENTFUL
WHINERS.

Just don't
honeymoon
at the
Chelsea
Hotel.
(artist:
Rich Simmons)

However,
regarding the family
Catherine is taking on:
Here are the coats of arms of Uncle Andy and Uncle Prick Chuck:

















This is the Andrew lion and unicorn
enlarged and calm loins -


and this is Prince Charles very excited unicorn and lion loins -

Has this princely priapism
been discussed historically and I missed it all?

(My thanks to www.VanityFair.com for printing that last image without studying it in detail)

21 April 2011

not easy being Queen


The Queen was born
Princess Elizabeth Alexandra Mary
at 2.40am
on April 21 1926
at 17 Bruton Street, Mayfair,
the home of her mother's parents,
the Earl and Countess of Strathmore.
She was the great-great-grandchild
of Queen Victoria, and she is Head of State,
the Armed Forces, the Commonwealth and
the Church of England, and
has been married to the Duke of Edinburgh
for more than 63 years.
Her Aries horoscope from Shelley von Strunckel via TATLER magazine's current issue says:
'You know that certain restrictive habits and activities must go, but feel stuck.'
Indeed.
I hope she has a happy birthday. If I were her I would string all the tiaras up my arms and laugh like a madwoman.