Set in Stone

I think the weather station below is probably as accurate as the UK Met Office.

TNA @ Rio+20: Lord Monckton Breaks Down the Rio Conference

 

My speech

As some of you know. In ten days time I have to give away another of my daughters. (In marriage)(And why do we have to give them away. If the Fiancee likes her that much, why can’t he buy her off me).

Anyhoo. here’s a few more paragraphs I’ve cobbled together

While preparing this speech I was getting a little sentimental and decided to get out a few old photograph albums. Tears welled up in my eyes as I turned the pages and the one picture that stood out from the others was the striking photograph of my precious daughter lying on a rug, dribbling and pointing at the lens. What a treasure she looked as she tried to stand … she’ll never forget her 21st birthday.

or

When I was preparing this speech, I decided to learn from the great public speakers of history – but I found Stalin, Hitler and Castro a bit thin on loving tributes to the bride.

or

As father of the bride, it is my responsibility to make the first toast to the happy couple. I diligently researched many books in many libraries to locate just the right toast. In my search, I was astonished to discover that marriage is a trilogy of rings. When Paul decided that Linda was the girl for him, he asked for her hand in marriage and presented her with the first ring, the engagement ring. Now today, all of us here witnessed Paul and Linda vow their lives to each other as they exchanged the second ring in the trilogy, the wedding ring. But as many of you married couples here today will be able to confirm, the third ring comes a few years down the road, after the honeymoon is over, the bills are mounting and the kids are screaming. This third ring, of course, is the suffer-ring.

Can I use any of them. And if so. Which?

I survived Munich. Just. Part one.

I arrived back in the UK in the early hours of this morning from a stag do for my future Son-in-Law.

The Terror started at 0530 on Saturday morning when I met up with 16 twenty year olds at Stansted Airport. A soon as we had cleared security the drinking began, which nearly resulted in many  missing the flight. Drinking continued on the flight even though it was only an hour and twenty minutes. (The author refrained from this stage of the drinkfest).

Getting in to Munich is easy due to the efficiency of the German public transport system and we were soon checked into the hotel.

Soon the cry went up from the sixteen “We must go and drink beer”, and soon the sixteen + two (My brother-in-law was the other “one”), headed up the road to the nearest and oldest beer garden in Munich.

Now as most of you will know the beer is served up in Steins. A Stein is approximately one litre of beer and is served in a large dimpled glass mug. After finding some suitable tables the order for eighteen Steins was placed. We didn’t have to wait long for the first waiter to deliver the first tranche. How he did it, gobsmacked us all. He delivered 12 Steins in one go. Six in one hand and six in the other. Being a puny sort of fellow, I have difficulty in picking up one Stein in both hands. Four rounds later we were thrown out due to some trangression, and we trudged off to catch a tram to another beer garden. The biggest in Munich. Bear in mind this only just two O’clock in the afternoon.

This was truly the Biergarden of all Biergardens. Hundreds of trestle tables set in the middle of open green land. What was so nice was the fact families spend their whole afternoon there with their packed lunches and just generally chill out. I’m not sure why when you are assailed by the sounds of a german oompah band and sixteen drunken Brits.

End of part one……….

Trailer:

Part two features an obscene photograph, the oldest Bierhaus, pole dancing, and credit card fraud. Oh and the bill for the broken lift.

Have fun

Blogging will be non–existent over the coming weekend. I’m off to Munich on my future son-in law’s stag do.

Wish me luck with 12 mid twenties somethings to look after.

No Minister

Bugger off and leave my pack alone

 

H/T to DP

You’re fired

If you dare spout this heresy the go and find another job.

Oregon State University chemistry professor Nicholas Drapela was fired without warning three weeks ago and has still been given no reason for the university’s decision to “not renew his contract.”

Drapela, an outspoken critic of man-made climate change, worked at the university for 10 years.

In the early years of his career, he published a number of textbooks, received a promotion to senior instructor and, in 2004, received a Loyd F. Carter award for outstanding and inspirational teacher.

In 2007, Drapela began giving talks on his own climate change skepticism. He often and openly questioned the science behind man-made global warming.

Drapela told the Daily Caller he was “blindsided” when the department chair called Drapela into his office to fire him on May 29.

 

Global Warming Cracked Open

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Light blogging

Over the next few weeks, for a number of reasons, this blogger may post less on this blog. (Not that you care, I suspect).

1. One of my daughters gave me on Father’s day, a genealogy software package. I intend to use the three months subscription free package, to it’s full usage. (I’m a tight git).

2. I have to fly to Munich next weekend for a stag do. That’s the weekend blogging done for.

3. In less than three weeks I’ve (forcibly^*) to attend my eldest daughters wedding. Of course I will be phoned at every instance and expected to sort out other’s cock ups. However the worst is that I’ve got to make a speech. So far I’ve not managed to get very far with it.

This is as far as I’ve got:

Ladies and Gentlemen - You will all be pleased to learn that my speech will be every bit as good as the last wedding speech I gave. In fact, my side of the family will probably remember great chunks of it! Not really, although I am following exactly the same format. This means it will probably start off badly, sag in the middle with long silences, and then trail off into a lot of incoherent rambling.

Weddings are a marvellous excuse for a big party, and today is no exception. We have a lot of people here today – grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, friends… and a handful of people I recognize. Thank you all for coming.

The worst bit is that I’ll have to remember it. Could I do death by PowerPoint instead, or is that unacceptable?

So you see, I’ve the whole world on my shoulders.

Working out when everyone dies.

Drinking to excess.

And spouting drivel. (Mind you, considering that the cost of this wedding could bail out Spain, twice). If any of you can send me some pithy father of the bride speech material, I will be eternally grateful. (Well maybe).

What do you think?

* In the Chav vernacular. Luv hr to bitz.

Truthland

Do you remember that silly film Gasland shot by Josh Fox?

Here’s the other side of the story. This Pensylvanian mum decided to find out the real truth about Fracking after shale gas was discovered on her land.

The video is quite long but does debunk Gasland thoroughly.

Horror In Iran

I can honestly say, I never want to see images like these again.
If they don't bring tears to your eyes, you have no soul.

Their cruelty has no limit !!!

Some of them were 12 years old, some 15;

Some not even that...

 

 

 

 

The BASTARDS!!!