He’s back, in the swing, and could make new records
Who am I talking about? A musician, perhaps? No, I mean this god of the fairways, Tiger Woods, who won the Masters on Sunday and regained the top spot in the league of guys who hit little white balls around nice parts of the world. Tiger Woods was simply outstanding at Augusta yesterday, although he gave his fans the jitters on the 17 and 18th holes. The guy drives the ball with such power, it is almost inhuman.
Funny sport, golf. On the face of it, it has this image of being a middle-class, slightly fuddy duddy sport (not everyone thinks that is a bad thing, mind). But quite a lot of rockers like it. Alice Cooper is pretty nifty on the course, so Andrew tells me. And several GoD band members have expressed interest in playing a round or two sometime soon.
Tiger Woods is also that sad rarity in modern sport: a brilliant player who is also a gent and a fine role model for young people. Well done, Tigger!
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In the London’s East End yesterday, Labour MP for Bethnal Green and Bow, was attacked as she joined mourners to commemorate 60 years since the Hughes Mansions Disaster, when 134 people, almost all Jewish, were killed by the last V2 missile to land on London.
“It is out of order. What do they expect?”
Indeed. At least our young ROPMA friend is being honest. What else would you expect but a complete lack of respect and display of anti-Semitism at a non-political event of rememberance.
But here I think is the killer quote:
She comes here with her Jewish friends who are killing our people and then they come to our back yards.
Who says they are not integrating? Some are becoming good little-England NIMBY’s.
Whose backyards are they again? In any one of their beloved Islamic theocracies, they would not remain their backyards for very long after voicing a dissenting opinion.
(But it all seems to be a bit of a mindless frenzy, as I am sure they did not pelt her with eggs and onions (ironic as egg and onion is a common Ashkenazi Jewish salad) for her misguided pronouncements on Israeli policy, presumably in a misguided attmpt to curry favour with her bellicose constituents, so happy to attack a democracy which gives freedoms to its Arab citizens, but defend a murderous dictatorship in Iraq.)
3 commentsTo His Coy Mistress
had we but World enough, and Time,
this coyness Lady were no crime.
we would sit down, and think which way
to walk, and pass our long Loves Day.
Paul Sorene in spiked:
Shall poet laureate Andrew Motion compare Camilla Parker Bowles to a summer’s day? Well, a typical British summer is overcast, grey and miserable…so why not? But as the poet laureate works hard for his paltry salary of 500, and seeks a word that rhymes with Camilla in the bottom of his stipend of 500 bottles of sherry, we feel for him.
Sure you do. Suuuuurrrre. You’re just dripping with empathy.
But enough, I feel the embers stirring. It is time to dip my quill in green ink and write something fitting. How about a Haiku, so fitting for Charles, a man interested in the ways of the Far East: ‘You spurned me long ago / So I married another / You returned to mum.’ Or the schoolboyish: ‘Roses are red / Violets are blue / Shergar is missing / So you’ll have to do.’But, hold on a moment, I’ve got it. And, what’s more, I’ve found a word that rhymes with Camilla.
‘Camilla / Polyfilla?’
Pretty lame, Paul. Fortunately, the last time I checked, England is still a member of the Commonwealth, which means that we can exchange poetry hints and iambic or trochaic verse (measuring not more than thirteen feet) tariff-free.
I put on my versifier’s cape, fired up my pipe, and quickly came up with these, which should be good for a couple of stanzas:
Chinchilla, villa, killa, Gila (as in Gila Monster), and Godzilla. Also, if you can work in a reference to Muhammad Ali, you might be able to use Thrilla and Manila.
No charge, pal. For King and Country and all that.
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