Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. But show him the internet, and he’ll goof off for weeks.
One of the University of Virginia’s proudest features is an Honor Code that extends far beyond simply academic cheating to holding UVA students to high standards of personal behavior. It’s a holdover from the Virginian tradition of gentlemanly conduct that provided America with individuals such George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Robert E. Lee, and George C. Marshall. Not surprisingly, Sabrina Rubin Erdely of Rolling Stone found Virginia’s Honor Code highly repugnant.
It’s hard to imagine a more flagrant violation of the UVA Honor Code than Jackie Coakley’s slanderous hoax that she repeatedly perpetuated from age 18 through 20. She began by elaborately concocting electronic evidence for a dream date suitor she called Haven Monahan to entrap a freshman boy named Ryan in a unwanted romantic relationship. When she failed to make Ryan jealous, she invented a horrifying story of sexual abuse.
There seem to be 1001 things to upset us these days, certainly me and there was one earlier when I was at the CAB sorting my own issue.
My own issue, as far as we can see, will see me slugged around £150 a month, which is charming out of a pension but there you are and all because of their own clerical error. However, it’s now at the review stage and there ain’t nowt anyone can do so I shan’t worry about it.
What did upset me today was that one of my four Catalysts of Upset – my country, children, pensioners and animals being mistreated and that really does upset me something awful – occurred.
There was a lady and I do mean a lady – of about who knows – 85-90 [?] – and she had come up there for the second time. Now the CAB is a great institution to have, rather than not having it but there is a limit to its compassion.…
Huge backlog from the past few days:
So, Which? are taking the grocery sector to adjudication. Good thing too and you’ve probably seen much on this. Wiggia referred to the wine side of it.
This comment was typical:
Another trick I’ve noticed is that when a product is reduced, with all those bright yellow stickers flagging it as such, not all ‘variants’ of that product are in fact reduced. To give an example: There was a promotion for L’Oreal hairspray in Tesco’s a while back,with 30% off.
However, if you looked closely at the labels you’d have seen that while the ‘Extra Volume’ and ‘High Shine’ lines were reduced, the ”Extra Hold’ was full price – OK I made up the names but you get my drift.
So you could take down a can of the ”Extra Hold”, feel happy with yourself that you were getting a big discount, and then end up paying full price.
Sherlock Holmes addressed the German van Bork and then Watson:
The Englishman is a patient creature, but at present his temper is a little inflamed, and it would be as well not to try him too far.
Stand with me here upon the terrace, for it may be the last quiet talk that we shall ever have.”
The two friends chatted in intimate converse for a few minutes, recalling once again the days of the past, while their prisoner vainly wriggled to undo the bonds that held him. As they turned to the car Holmes pointed back to the moonlit sea and shook a thoughtful head.
“There’s an east wind coming, Watson.”
“I think not, Holmes. It is very warm.”
“Good old Watson! You are the one fixed point in a changing age. There’s an east wind coming all the same, such a wind as never blew on England yet. It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast.
This is just a one-off because I can’t get it out of my head so I thought I’d blog it instead and hope it produces some sort of catharsis and let me sleep tonight. It’s about a phone-in radio programme I heard … and the attitude of the callers towards the two questions: “What is English-ness?” and “Should we celebrate St George’s Day?”
This once-a-year question is prompted, no doubt, by A Festival of Englishness organised by the IPPR and British Future and followed up by newspaper articles.
The presenter began by admitting that she/he had no idea when St George’s Day was but she/he was half Cornish/half Scottish and was truly British. What followed was a succession of callers who divided fairly neatly into three camps:
English and hating England;
British and hating England;
Immigrant and loving England.
One English chap said he couldn’t wait to move abroad because successive governments have betrayed the country and did nothing for the English; a third-generation Briton hated England because “there is no Great Britain, it was all built on the back of colonial theft & St George was a Turk”, many immigrants (this is London after all) ‘loved Britain’ but continually confused England with Britain.
Naming a date as Earth Day really does give the game away that environmentalism is taking on the role of a new religion. Perhaps we can have a Saturn Day, a Sun Day, a Moon Day, and … oh, what a pity, we’ve got them already, well then, a Refuse Day sounds like a good idea, but we have one of those every week (Wodensday, where I live.) How about a Universe Day, to celebrate the climate scientists’ total knowledge of ‘life, the universe and everything’? Black Hole Day might be a bit alarming.
When even their own side goes in for this:
As the Global Warming Policy Foundation’s Benny Peiser notes, this “temperature pause” will lead inevitably to a “policy pause.”
“I think the pause will allow the governments around the world to come to a very toothless agreement that essentially kicks the hard decisions into the long grass.”
… then we’re talking major delusion.…
Leaving aside my own issues, as there’s nothing which can be done before tomorrow morning, a look around the news online was a bad move because the first thing which came up was this bit of shoddiness:
My position is that it’s fine not to like him, not to like the party, even to place entirely the wrong construction, the wrong interpretation on things which were said. This election is for keeps this time round.
What is wrong is for that journo to not only print slur and innuendo but then to stop comments below it, knowing fullwell what those comments would have said. That is dishonest journalism. Just why I went to the Telegraph, after swearing I never would again – maybe I’ve been distracted today.
Another egregious online source is the Mail. Was there ever a paper so totally at odds with its readership and it never, ever learns – it continues to defame without the slightest chance of comeback from the defamed.…
I wish I could open up and tell you but then again you’d have tales to tell me. Caught in a nightmare here and the reason I mention anything at all is because I had already blogged on it, so I have to follow through and vaguely tell you what happened.
What it came down to was that they claim I hadn’t informed them of some circumstances. I insisted I had and started phoning the various parties. One said there was no record, the govt says there is no record. I got shifted from department to department.
Then I got through to a specialized department and they alone said yes, there is actually a record of a call from me early last year, constituting me informing them.
Now what this solitary call does [and thank goodness I actually made it and it was recorded] is change my status from “losing everything, including my home plus charges and penalties” to “losing everything, including my home but not up on charges and penalties, still being officially a good boy”.…
Tangled up in a bureaucratic loop, still not knowing what’s where and how, all there is to do is comment on life and politics.
Labour certainly have their act together – you can trust them to run the country:
And so, dear reader, the Higham component of N.O. closes for what I hope is a short hiatus but might be more. Just received an email and clearly I gave the impression N.O. is closing.
Nothing doing. The site’s still open, the other chaps and chapess are all capable of posting – it’s just that I can’t for now. Organizational things for tomorrow and then, depending on that, I’ll drop a note on the blog. All is well in the spirit though.
Meanwhile, I’ll leave you with some peace and quiet:
In another life, I trained dogs for Obedience competition at the highest level, after nearly twenty years competing judging and chairing the Kennel Club council that monitored that part of the pastime I quit, partly the shine had gone out of it for me and other matters became more important and took an ever increasing share of the considerable time travelling and effort required to maintain some sort of standard.…
Trial by Jeory, via contributor Wiggia, brings us this:
Kentwell Hall is a beautiful historic Tudor home in Long Melford, near Sudbury, Suffolk … Its Hall Barn Lodge and Annexe can sleep up to 14 and a weekend break with a group that size in early May costs £1,150, according to a quote I was given.
And, thanks to photos posted on Twitter by the Stepney branch of the Salvation Army, these were the guests there this weekend:
There follows all the horse-riding, feasting etc. that the group obviously thoroughly enjoyed.
On the taxpayer.
[That’s] Tower Hamlets First Cllr Mahbub Alam in the foreground of the group photo above.
there is one journalist in that group and some who are activists in the Islamic Forum of Europe (IFE).
The chap to Mahbub’s right wearing the dark jacket is Ahad Miah. He stood and lost as a Tower Hamlets FIrst candidate for Wapping in last May’s council elections.
At what point does the law cross that line where earlier, it protected its citizens but now it appears to be shaping up to oppress them? You’ll hear such things from one side of politics all the time but when the voices come from other side as well, then something is surely going on.
There’ll be some incidents mentioned below which you can judge for yourself. It would be good to be able still to ask Captain Ranty that question and also Sir Thomas More, Henry VIII’s Chancellor, at least from Robert Bolt’s A Man for all Seasons:
Roper is appalled at the idea of granting the Devil the benefit of law, but More is adamant.
“What would you do? Cut a great road through the law to get after the Devil? … And when the last law was down, and the Devil turned round on you – where would you hide, Roper, the laws all being flat?