Sunday 28 February 2021

The Sunday Ishmael 28/02/21: Oddities and Updates

Apparently, according to his doting daddie, baby Archie's first word was crocodile. Now that's odd - first words are usually mummy, daddy or more pie. (That was me). 
editor verge remembered that Mohammed al Fayed, who almost became Harry's step-grandfather-in-law, invariably referred to Camilla as the crocodile. Mr Fayed's long-awaited appearance at the High Court in 2008 as he took the witness stand for the Diana and Dodi inquests was enlivened by episodes of high comedy, occasioned not just by the extraordinary nature of the conspiracy to murder his son and Princess Diana that he laid out to the Court, but also by his difficulties with English idiom and unfamiliarity with the language that is permissible in Court. At one point the Harrods tycoon accused the barrister of bullshit, adding; "I cannot believe that you talk with this conviction out of your backside." The conspiracy, he believed, included the male senior members of the Royal Family. He said: "They cleared the decks. They finished her, they murdered her, and now he is happy. He married his crocodile wife and he is happy with that."
So, when princeling Archie’s first word was crocodile, we can confidently assume that he heard that word a lot – a lot – when Mummie and Daddie were discussing Archie’s grandad and step-grandmum. The conversation would go:

Meghan to Harry: Have you phoned Charles and the Crocodile?

Harry to Meghan: No, I didn’t want to talk to the Crocodile if Dad was out....

 Still with the baby-theme, the Americans have invented a new thing, which enabled the Beeb to run this intriguing headline:

 Gender-reveal device explosion kills father-to-be.

These parties are celebrations announcing whether expectant parents are going to have a girl or a boy. They are dangerous things which have resulted in wildfires in California in September 2020 and Arizona in April 2017 and in several deaths. The most recent victim was expectant father, Christopher Pekny, who died when the explosive device he was constructing for his gender-reveal party prematurely exploded during construction, killing him and injuring his brother. New York's state police department and its bomb disposal unit are investigating the incident.

Apparently, it is now customary for  the "big reveal" to be made  with fireworks and coloured smoke grenades. In addition to this new and dangerous concept of exploding gender-reveal parties, the Americans also invented baby-shower parties, a similarly dangerous pursuit: a man from Michigan was killed earlier this month after he was struck by shrapnel from "a small cannon type device" fired during a baby shower.  

Actually, gender-reveal is wrong in nowadays-through-the-looking-glass-speak, because as we know, gender is something one decides for oneself, so the party should be a sex-reveal party for a child still in the womb and a gender reveal party could happen sometime after the child has achieved the power of speech. “I’m weally a wittle girlie” lisps the tiny chap and mummy and daddy say we’ll have an exploding party to celebrate.  The British way used to be to pretend that there was no pregnancy until late stages, for fear of something going wrong and baby miscarrying, and also, babies are the product of sexual intercourse and  nice ladies – the sort that become mummies -  don’t do that sort of thing, which is why British chaps were driven to doing that sort of thing with each other.

 I didn't get around to telling you about the let's flatten the gravestones for your own protection scandal. You remember Aggregate-gate and Dustbin-gate? Yep, same department.


Back in February 2019, the BBC reported: "Orkney Islands Council has been forced to apologise after flattening hundreds of gravestones in local cemeteries. The health and safety project was criticised by bereaved families, most of whom were not notified that the work was taking place."
Imagine it - visiting gran's grave and standing slack-jawed, flowers falling from your numbed hand as you gaze on a scene of devastation, upended head stones, gaping holes, fearfully wondering if fleshless bones are shining whitely from the revealed grave-dirt. Knowing Orkney's history, your thoughts would immediately fly to Satanist midnight rituals, or, at the very least to  local vandals. Interviewed on Radio Bracing Isles, the gorgeous, pouting Director (for, indeed, 'twas he) carefully explained that the local authority was obliged to make its graveyards safe, following a tragedy in a Glasgow cemetery some 4 years earlier, when an 8 year old boy playing in the graveyard was crushed when a headstone fell on him.
Interviewer: But, Director, how do you know that the graveyards are unsafe? 
Director: We sent out a man to test the headstones.
Interviewer: What test did the council employee employ?
Director: He used the "push test"
Interviewer: How does that go?
Director: He pushed the headstone with his hand.
Interviewer: How many headstones were unstable?
Director: Lots
Interviewer: Didn't you think to tell the families? 
Director: We couldn't begin to trace them all. It would take too long. We had to lay them down immediately for public protection.
Interviewer: How many?
Director: 431.
The Bracecadian, the local newspaper which hates the Council with a vengeance and has pretensions to being a local version of Private Eye, and its ally, Radio Bracing, whipped the public into a frenzy. The Bracing Islands Council, after an initial feint of telling the bereaved to pay for the reinstatement of the headstones, undertook a full investigation, which resulted in a 58 page report containing 22 recommendations, 6 of which were high priority. Some two years later, the Council has just agreed, after a fair bit of grumbling, to devote £247,000 to improving the County's kirkyards. We must hope it includes re-erecting the headstones that they knocked over. For our own protection.  


The Bracecadian reports that the Bracing Islands Council has assured the public that no stone would be left unturned in its bid to establish how the authority  purchased 80,000-tonnes of stone from a quarry near the Morvern peninsula apparently without elected members' knowledge nor BIC officials attempting to determine capacity within Orkney to supply the aggregate. The first shipment is arriving next week. It will be taken to the council's own quarry, where it will be crushed. More than a quarter of it will become "quarry dust", a by-product of the crushing process, for which there is an exceedingly limited market. They've already got  a great big pile of it in the middle of the quarry.


From the letters page  of the Bracecadian:
When I went out to take in my bin, I discovered it was still full. I also discovered a red sticker informing me that the bin was damaged and could no longer be emptied. I phoned the council and explained that the damage could not have been caused by myself, as all I do is wheel it out and wheel it back in again. It was more likely the machine on the back of the ashy kert. They said they would not be replacing it but they could sell me one for £25".
Response from a Council spokesperson:
" We have refuse bins in stock - your reader will not have to wait long for their replacement bin, once purchased."

While we wait for Sturgeon to give her evidence to the Holyrood Inquiry on Wednesday, here is stanislav on matters scottish and the politicians who are currently fighting to the death:


stanislav live already up in Scotland  and do roaring plumbing trade as jock is bone idle and rather would wait for council to fix shithouse or else just go in garden, like Pikey, or in sink. Is now expert on up here,  best part of England,  and authoritarian report can give, unlike Newsnight which all wank is and fucking nonsense.  Is like famous Doctor Livingstone in Africa, stanislav has been living among savages and can even speak few word of tribesman language - SeeYouJimmy and Awa'TaeFuck and CanYeLoanUs A fiver? -  and so is best placed to  report on election in North of Border. 

First off, is great social problem. Jock is worthless good for fuck all imbecile, mainly, is biggest problem and wife-beating, cross-dressing, pissed-up, child-molesting, beetlebrow, lazy, idle good for fuck all, inbred, ginger mutant with tattoo on forehead saying JUCK and can't even spell own nickname  and decent English bloke Hadrian Wall should restore and keep violent, pissed up angry  Jock on reservation and never come out, only to fight in  proper English war and send in first with dreadful baggingpipe blowing and  tranny skirt flying about in breeze with hairy arse on show to enemy forces,  or even friends at home, don't make no difference to Jock, Behold, my arse tae ye all.

 Member of Ist Batallion Queen's Own  Ginger Inbreds
showing proper respect, like only Jock can.
"   A man is man for a' that,
and a' that. "
( from Rabbie Burns'  Great book of Shite and Melancholy Doggerel )

Is best use of Jock,  to kill him in good scrap, is only fucking use of Jock, really, or else give bottle of Buckfast Tonic Wine and send Jock in minefield and do Highland Jig only not for long, is better than wasting perfectly good dogblokes in minefield and dogbloke, anyway is, intelligent creature and not like jock, which isn't; is plenty of Jock and no shortage is, breed like fucking rats and if Jock get blown up is no matter because  common law Mrs, Wee Fiona, is already fucking  his best mate and get good practice when Jock go in Barlinnie Jail, every few months. And milkman.  Fucking him, too.  And probably uncle, too.

Anyday can walk down Glasgow street and step over big fat Jock bastard down dead has dropped from heart attack at age of forty-five with no teeth and only row of gaps.  People really do think that fried-up Mars bar is urban fucking myth but is staple of Jock diet, honest and not invent, fried-up in batter and serve with chip and tomato sauce, and wash down with Iron Hoof Bru,which  has five pound of sugar to each tin;  fuck me, is terrible fucking place in Scotland. And haggis, too. is worst creation ever.  Take one old dead  sheep stomach and fill up with  condemned membrane and nerve and foreskin and eyelash and good handful of floor sweepings-up from abattoir. Mix up a bit, only not too much, tie all up together and boil for one week, or two, to be on safe side, serve with lumpy mash-up spud and turnip and garnish with thistle and carry into lounge with piper for escort
and eat off lap making sure to spill plenty down shellsuit, for eating later coming home from pub, gives plenty of strength for slapping Mrs around the flat and maybe get arrested down A and E, especially if Valentine's Day is, or wee Fiona birthday, So, diet is a factor and no help is that Tribemen  leader, Greaseball Alec Salmond, is greedy fucking bastard and can't hardly move is so fucking fat.......


Beetle-browed, cross-dressing, workshy, wife-beating, inebriate, child-molesting ginger midgets all over Scotland were today rejoicing at the favour done them by Mr Nick Clegg and his Toiletmen.  If it wisnae fer yon  silly posh fucker, him as is married tae that Dago bint, we'd be fishin' aboot the noo, lookin' fer some eejits tae get intae bed wi', mebbe that wee bald green fucker wi' the earring,

Mr Patrick Snuffler of the Jock Green Party, models an earring, for the planet.
 Mr Harvie, an intolerable, wee know-it-all, was re-elected but is no longer,  thanks to Mr Clegg, able to hold the balancing scrotum of power in his hands,
but as it is, here we all are in charge of us own destiny, writin' us own dole cheques like a proper nation and the bonny wee Nicola Moustache is all over the telly like a rash, showin' they English fuckers how a proper woman  behaves.
In Glasgow, Ms Nicola Sturgeon, deputy leader of the Tribesmen,
celebrates Scottish Independence.

Like most up here, we felt until recently that JockLabour would scrape home,  that people would be  replete  with  Salmond's smugness, with him being so blatantly in hock to big money  - Souter Transport, the Highlands-despoiling power companies, Donald McTrump - and with the all around arseholeness of his gang  of shouty, self-congratulatory ruffians.  We thought that, repelled by London's millionaire  Toryboy slags and pimps and spivs, the traditional Red Clydeside vote would hold its nose and vote Labour. Salmond, remember, was the gabshite RBS economist who didn't see   the gangsters robbing the till, Salmond was the idiot who wet himself in public at the thought of the Celtic Triangle - Paddies, Eskimoes and Jocks - outshining all others. We hadn't, however, considered that he'd been down to the crossroads with Rupert Murdoch and done whatever they do there to ensure the support of  macskymadeupnewsandfilth; we hadn't, either, recognised the full, horrible, gurning incompetence of JockLabour's most recent failed leader - where do they find them - Mr Iain Grey;  we had forgotten the toxic effect on decent people of Labour darling Wee Douglas Alexander.....
Ms Moustach - has anyone else noticed - has come to resemble our own, late Maggie-Maggie- Maggie,  
Empress of Grievance. 

Queen Boudicca.

Yes, I know, people do warn that we can become the thing we hate and there is a startling sartorial resemblance, if nothing else, between Ms Moustache and the Whisky Maggie. Just saying.

 And they do both appeal to the, what shall we say, to the instincts of the aggrieved ruffian. 

Flag-waving, tub-thumping,
 jingoistic, rabble rousing

in place of reasoned political argument;

adolescent hatred and bile as a political raison d'etre.

No, I daresay she won't like me saying that, comparing her to Thatcher. But she doesn't much like anyone who doesn't  agree with her RobRoy schtick.
Schhh, I wouldn't mention the oil price slump to her. Or the EU referendum, she'd shit a brick trying to explain that one, better together with Europe,  not better together with Engran' I mean England.
stanislav and mr ishmael's essays today are:
Election 2010, News from Scotland, best part of England   drafted 16/4/10 
The Tribesmen: How we so love Nick Gimp                        drafted 6/5/2011
This Sporting Life(Extract)                                              published 3/5/2016

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Mike said...

Looking forward to Ms Mustache's performance this week. Awful lot of whitewash needed.

mrs ishmael said...

We must hope she loses her temper. The latest development is that the legal advice given to the Scottish government is being released to the Inquiry today. salmond's case is that the advice was that the Government would lose the Judicial review and yet Sturgeon required them to persist. They lost and costs were awarded against them. Sturgeon was therefore in breach of the Ministerial Code.The Scottish government have persistently refused to release it, and have only done so in response to a motion of no confidence in John Swinney laid by the Scottish Conservatives.
The Lord Advocate gives evidence today. That may also be damaging.He holds two roles that the doctrine of the separation of powers requires should not be linked, therefore he is in a continuous conflict of interest.

Mike said...

The committee is stuffed with SNP numpties who will try to run cover. The smart one is Murdo ??? (forgot his second name). Ably abetted by the English sounding Miss Marple (forgotten her name as well), but I have a feeling she is a bit smarter than she pretends. I think old Alex lit the touch paper when he said the Committee could get all the papers LEGALLY from his lawyers. There is no hiding now. This is getting interesting.

mongoose said...

The plan appears to be to let Swinney hang for the sins of his mum. Presumably the hope is that this will stall matters long enough for the May elections to take place, and for victory to be declared. I think though Mr Fish has timed his strike to perfection. It will all unravel with devastating effect.

There is still a chance that the Sisterhood Argument can be mobilised - "the boys are ganging up on the Wee McHens".

mrs ishmael said...

I know, mongoose, I know. It's tricky to talk about these matters in my part of Scotland, but I have discussed it with a couple of female colleagues, whose view was that Salmond is a sleazeball, therefore it was perfectly acceptable to conspire to get him, destroy his reputation and prosecute him with a view to imprisonment. This is despite the fact that the Judicial Review found the Scottish Government acted illegally and the criminal prosecution found him not guilty. One colleague said: But what about the two women? Shouldn't they have justice? Er - justice for what? Unwelcome sexual advances that did not lead them to report the behaviour to the police until receiving encouragement from the "Government"? The thing is, although it may shock many readers here, who are all models of sexual propriety, many blokes are sleazeballs - I will never forget the Senior Probation Officer who used to delight in walking into the typing pool with his privy member hanging out of his trousers, or another Senior Probation Officer who took advantage of my occupation in a phone call to undo my bra. I'm sure every woman has a similar story of unwanted sexual advances. But, being fair, I think it probably requires a fairly sophisticated level of emotional intelligence for a bloke to know that his sexual advances are unlikely to be welcomed. And if blokes don't make sexual advances, ever, then that's it for the human race. No more babies.

mrs ishmael said...

It was a grand moment, mr mike, when Salmond told the Committee that they could have the documents the next day if they requested them from his lawyers. Great theatre.

mongoose said...

Of course, he is a sleazeball, mrs i. He is a career politician. Sleazeball is definition two in the OED. That does ot mean that it is not worse tan that to engage in a criminal conspiracy to pervert the course of justice using the very powers of office that one is so desperately seeking to cling onto. One needs a swift kick in the nuts, the other needs to do some time herself.

mrs ishmael said...

Been watching Madame Sturgeon giving evidence since 9:00am. We'll have a chat about this later, no doubt. Anyway, Nicola said that even when she and Alex were bessies, she was aware that he was a tough guy to work for. And, whilst she was giving her evidence, Salmond's lawyers have launched a formal complaint to the Scottish Government around the alleged conduct of a senior official who has been accused of disclosing the name of a complainer to Geoff Aberdein.
She was closely questioned about that issue and the best she could come up with was that Salmond knew who the complainants were because he had done the dirty deed and had apologised to one of them. The Scottish Government's senior official is being accused of a breach of the data protection act which should result in his resignation.
I think a strong point was made that the Scottish Government had reported the complaints of the two women to the police without their consent – indeed, contrary to their wishes. Sturgeon defended it by saying that some matters are so serious that the individual’s wishes are outweighed by the interests of justice. She attempted to justify the fishing expedition by saying that it was entirely appropriate to write to people explaining that there was a new policy in place and that this is how you’d go about it if you want to make a complaint. And that’s how they came up with the other victims whose complaints featured in the criminal prosecution. She’s denying involvement in the development of the policy – saying this was an HR policy for Civil servants, it was drawn up with the involvement of the unions, there was nothing out of order by extending it to previous ministers. That’s an oddity, I think – wouldn’t it be like saying you can bring a complaint against a senior colleague who has now left the organisation? If the person is no longer in employment, how has the employer got a locus in the matter? She’s saying that she did follow legal advice – that the legal advice originally said the Government had a stateable case, then they later said there were flaws, then they eventually said that it was unwinnable and at that point the Government folded. She was blas√© about the amount of taxpayer funds at risk – which eventually ended up in the lawyers’ pockets as Salmond’s costs were awarded against the Government, by saying, in essence, that’s a chance the Government takes every time there’s a Judicial Review.
Anyway, more to come.

Mike said...

I watched also Mrs I. Trying to leave aside any personal animus towards the wee cranky my view is that her responses were less than convincing. Lots of spin, but light on corroborated facts. Murdo Fraser again hit a telling blow re the corroboration the Committee has received in evidence of the release of complainant identities to Aberdein, whereas the cranky insisted repeatedly that the conversation didn't happen; as Murdo pointed out this is a criminal matter yet to be referred to the police. The cranky also essentially admitted a lie when she made a statement to Parliament denying something, but then later admitted she had been briefed earlier to the contrary - she seemed not to make this connection even though repeatedly asked the question. She was unconvincing on why the judicial case was pursued even when the legal advise was so damning - and some of the counsel's comments are unprecedentedly damning.

Under forensic scrutiny, which will happen now, rather than the public questioning, much of what she said will fall apart. It now seems to me that the Committee has much more on this than I previously thought. A lot of what Salmond said was not successfully refuted.

The fact that Salmond's lawyers have immediately launched a formal complaint on the release of the complainant's identity to Aberdein suggests there is compelling evidence on this, and also that the Salmond side have a game plan. This is far from over, and Sturgeon despite her bluster has not put these issues to bed. The harsh tone of the Committee was particularly interesting; I was expecting she would get a softer ride.

mongoose said...

Her body language too, mr mike, is all guilt and avoidance.


mrs ishmael said...

The 8 hours of evidence could be distilled to around 3 hours, as she was very repetitive, had clearly memorised some stock responses and trotted them out whenever she could. mr ishmael would have laughed his leg off at her assertion that she had searched her soul - he would have interjected- searched for her soul, more like - now, where did I put it down? Little black shriveled thing - back of the wardrobe, maybe?
Jackie Bailley was very good - calm, detailed, persistent, trapped her in her lies and misdirections. There was one point I shouted aloud – Got you – when Bailley quoted back at her that Sturgeon had thought Salmond was meeting with her in the early April meeting in order to tell her he was resigning for the good of the party, because of the problem he was facing – which showed that Sturgeonalready knew what the problem was, despite Sturgeon having said she hadn’t met him in late March
Deputy Convenor, Margaret Mitchell, was amazing in her sustained contempt for Sturgeon, and the whole thing ended in a disgraceful shambles when the Convenor, Linda Fabiani, demonstrating pro-Sturgeon bias, shouted over Mitchell to shut her up and allowed Sturgeon to cherry-pick the parts of Mitchell's remarks that she wanted to respond to, as her closing remarks. They were reconvening in private after the public part of the evidence-giving - now that's a cat fight that would be worth watching.
The SNP are all over Radio Scotland this morning, claiming Sturgeon's performance as a tour de force, saying she answered everything put to her honestly, modestly and openly. The two motions of no confidence - against her and Swinney - are still on the table, though - unprecedented, that. Apparently there have only been 4 in the history of this devolved administration.
I've seen enough of Sturgeon, now, to last the rest of my lifetime - with her neat little Thatcher suits, her shiny complexion, her bog-brush hair and her aggressive Weegie accent - and this whole Teflon thing about her, as if she is so thickly covered in spit, in political mucus, that everything just slides right off her.
Maybe we should talk about the Welsh Assembly instead, or the Northern Irish lot - they've been back at work for a year now after a nice 3-year break.

mrs ishmael said...

I can't keep away from it - the repellent fascination just reels me in. First Minister's Questions this lunch time saw Sturgeon finally losing her temper with her tormentors. Today saw her in a neat little blue suit, channeling pure Thatcher. Ruthboy Davidson got stuck straight in, delivering blow after telling blow. Oor Nikki went for the sympathy touch - "I answered questions for 8 hours yesterday and two hours today, no other First Minister has been put through this...."
No sympathy to be had, finally out of pat little answers, she turned on Ruthboy -
"And you", she yelled, cheeks red, "You can talk. You are going to be Baroness Davidson." Dripping Contempt.
"In the House of Lords", spitting utter disgust.
"In Westminster" Salivating scorn: "In England".
Honest. Not Invent.

Bungalow Bill said...

She's a vile little thing, isn't she? A ball of hatred and no sign at all of a soul. It's her moral stupidity that shrieks most hideously and, in that, she is a modern exemplar.

mrs ishmael said...

Aye, mr bungalow bill, I can just see her down the steamie, gossiping and backbiting, the trap mouth clamped closed as another reputation bursts on stacked lies and sneers. Her whole political identity is built on hatred of England, from whence all her blessings come, giving her even more cause for hatred. She exploits the mindless, knee-jerk anti-English emotionalism of the tenements for her grandstanding, fully prepared to sacrifice the Union, to drive Scotland into penury, in order to maintain her position and power. We can only hope that Alex, her former bestie, as she described him, on oath, to the Inquiry, has done for her this time. He proved to be too big a fish for her to swallow.

Mike said...

More painful watching England than Sturgeon, Mr mongoose, but to be fair to India, a masterclass first against Australia then England.

mongoose said...

As we know, mr mike, it's v hard to win away. Poor selection sometimes and the revolving covid doors didn't help. It is a different game now. We used to have 500 plays 400 and then see who can bat against the turning ball. Now we have win the toss and make 250-300 and hope that nobody slogs that extra 50 and screws the equation. But - India much the better side in Indian conditions. YJB got screwed over. Again.

Jim bowled like a machine in a losing cause.