tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post3289575154702278483..comments2024-03-28T16:31:27.365+00:00Comments on call me ishmael: WOTSONTELLY, JACKINTHEBOX.call me ishmaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14369028864168461729noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-38758231463849910212011-10-11T18:30:47.659+01:002011-10-11T18:30:47.659+01:00Come back Stanislav, you are sorely missed.
I do h...Come back Stanislav, you are sorely missed.<br />I do hope you are still well and kicking.Rogernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-56217117655451577182011-10-06T09:32:49.534+01:002011-10-06T09:32:49.534+01:00Hope you're well Mr Ishmael.Hope you're well Mr Ishmael.jgm2noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-61228294723443939212011-09-22T19:52:15.267+01:002011-09-22T19:52:15.267+01:00Good old JackGood old JackAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-33804809378530463022011-09-22T19:51:54.261+01:002011-09-22T19:51:54.261+01:00Come back Mr Ishmael all is forgiven.Come back Mr Ishmael all is forgiven.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-82756968389916140482011-09-22T11:33:23.615+01:002011-09-22T11:33:23.615+01:00Sonnet XIV
Not from the stars do I my judgement p...Sonnet XIV<br /><br />Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck;<br />And yet methinks I have Astronomy,<br />But not to tell of good or evil luck,<br />Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality;<br />Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,<br />Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind,<br />Or say with princes if it shall go well<br />By oft predict that I in heaven find:<br />But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,<br />And, constant stars, in them I read such art<br />As truth and beauty shall together thrive,<br />If from thyself, to store thou wouldst convert; <br /> Or else of thee this I prognosticate:<br /> Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.<br /><br />Regards, Mr Smith. Hope all's well.the noblest prospecthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17702374226317759485noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-38801338515033340172011-09-20T22:34:51.487+01:002011-09-20T22:34:51.487+01:00Trust all is well Mr.I....Trust all is well Mr.I....Caratacushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03676339602955090535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-12348547130256986952011-08-31T08:46:03.822+01:002011-08-31T08:46:03.822+01:00Hope you're alright Mr Smith. Autumn is by far...Hope you're alright Mr Smith. Autumn is by far my favourite part of the year - hurray!Dick the Pricknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-15305280646856860052011-08-21T01:49:37.022+01:002011-08-21T01:49:37.022+01:00Strange to think of the Intelligence services keep...Strange to think of the Intelligence services keeping a file on Jack. Fat lot of good it did.Woman on a Rafthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08897415591130901416noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-58949420250685066252011-08-20T10:42:03.482+01:002011-08-20T10:42:03.482+01:00This creature is the uber spad, back in the 70`s h...This creature is the uber spad, back in the 70`s he carried Barbara Castle`s handbag and inherited her seat. Apparently even Wilson (it takes one to know one) could see Straw would be a long term drain on the public finances and didn`t want the taxpayer to fund his meal ticket. Jackie is the grandaddy of `em all, blazing the trail for all the bone idle, over entitled well connected layabouts infesting Westminster today.<br /><br />He could serve any master, function in any regime; a mere void in a suit. Although avoiding identification with the cadre of careerists, inadequates and fruitcakes that concocted reheated Thatcherism with added bullshit and called it New Labour, he was instrumental in facilitating the crimes, incompetencies and betrayals of the jug eared cheapjack Quisling and the lurching Lumpen Man of Kirkaldy.<br /><br />He could have been a Tudor cleric, on Henry VIII`s Council " Oh yes, the King`s right behind the Pope, one indivisible church under God " then as soon as Henry said " Popeye can fuck off, I`m marrying Anne Boleyn " Cardinal Straw would have been privatising the monasteries in a flash, outsourcing to Ye Old Crapita ( and the Medici taking a hefty consulting fee )yardarmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08700165830593026578noreply@blogger.com