“V” for “Victory Over Virus”.
Screw the Virus.
Well somebody, a GOOD Brit, has to do it.
I am honored to step into the breach.
Poor Boris. Well, Boris will he happy.
Winston is MY MAN. A source of near daily inspiration and resolve.
“V” for VICTORY.
Trump, don’t EVEN THINK about it. This is US. Not you. SMILE.
I Think I Am ‘OK’ With “Boris Johnson’s” Monumental Win In The UK — Because I So, So Badly Want ‘Brexit’.
I wanted ‘Brexit‘ way back 44-years AGO in 1975. Yes, 1975 — 44-years ago.
I proudly voted ‘NO’ in that 1st ‘Brexit’ referendum in 1975. I was among the 20% who wanted to leave at that juncture. But, WE, obviously, were RIGHT. It took the others 40-years to realize what we already knew.
I like open-borders BUT do NOT agree that being part of the EU is good for my Britain.
As such I am glad that Boris Johnson won and that he COULD now make Brexit a reality — though I am not, yet, convinced that it is a forgone conclusion. Anything could still happen.
I am infamous in the U.S., over the last 17-years as a bleeding-heart democrat. But, NOTE I was careful to say 17-years.
Way back, before I turned 21, I was a Bernie Sanders! Yes …
But, then I started making money. SMILE.
I was accused of being to THE RIGHT of (Dear) Margaret Thatcher.
Though I became a Democrat in the U.S. (and worked like a black to get Obama elected), I have never sympathized with ‘Labor’ in the U.K.
Crazy, isn’t it.
But, the UK and US political spectrums are different. For a start the UK already has a sacrosanct single-payer medical system open to all, the NHS. So, come UK politics I have never had a major issue with the UK Conservatives.
Boris Johnson is going to be GOOD FOR I. The UK Sterling Pound will be stronger which means that the two pensions I get from the UK will be slightly higher. It is not much so the increase will be marginal. But, better than a kick in the teeth. Boris will also be good for the stock market.
But, Boris scares I. So, I will have to keep an eye on him. Let’s start with Brexit. Lets see if he can make it happen.
For NOW I am happy.
What is he trying to hide?
Boris KNEW Better.
This is SAD, very sad, but it was not a good day for Boris Johnson. So, I guess he felt that he had kowtow to the BIG BOSS — the only one in power of power on his side.
I used to like Boris. Not sure what is happening to him. This long tie affectation is not going to help him, and no, it does not hide his growing and inescapable pudge. He is looking and acting like Trump by the day. I guess he can’t make up his mind whether he wants to be like Churchill or Trump — and NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO: Trump in NO WAY looks, acts, thinks like Dear Winston. Plus Trump doesn’t drink. Dear Winston would be, rightly, appalled.
Ah, poor Boris. He really does know better.
This is so sad.
by Anura Guruge
I am doing all I can.
Last year I wrote David Cameron, Stephen Harper, Boris Johnson etc. No point asking Obama. He does NOT care! I think Obama thinks it is funny.
Let’s get this straight. This is not some ancient Chinese holiday. It is relatively new. They KNEW when they picked 11/11. IF it predated OUR honoring of 11/11 I would not say a jot.
Well don’t just stand there doing nothing. We can all do SOMETHING. For a start on 11/11 I am going to call in health inspections for a bunch of NH Chinese restaurants. If nothing else it would make ME happier.
Do what little you can.
Mao Zedong urged ALL Chinese to kill at least 5 flies a day, everyday, 365 days a year. China no longer has a fly problem.
Well lets use Mao against Mao.
Lets pick 5 small things WE can all do to embarrass China and do it everyday until they change Singles Day to another day.
And, before I discovered that I TOO was ‘The Other Son‘, I had been led to believe that I was 0.125 Chinese, my maternal grandmother .25 Chinese, and you could see that.
by Anura Guruge
My 2nd 4th of July in the U.S., the FIRST as a British citizen. The other had been in 1968, in Buffalo, NY, when I was 14. I was, however, a citizen of Ceylon at the time (only having changed nationality in 1983).
Big, neighborhood cookout across the road. Very communal community. Around 3 in the afternoon. The sun is beating down. As ever I have a glass of wine in my hand. A lady, one of the neighbours, sidles up to me and puts her delicate hand on my arm.
“So, Anu, tell me, how do they celebrate the 4th of July in England?”
“Quietly, very quietly!”
I kid you not. This is a true story. It was my best rejoinder EVER. I am so proud that I was able to come up with that. I have got so much milage out of this story, in Britain, when I used to do seminars over there. I would start off with this story. The Brits loved it.
So I am sharing it with all of YOU in case you too were wondering how the British celebrate the 4th of July.
Some Other Memorable, “This Really Happened To ME”, U.S. << — >> U.K. contretemps during my many (30++) years in the U.S. as a British subject.
>> “These, what did you call them, ‘pounds’, is that like a currency, like money, like the dollar?” ((“Know they are better than the dollar, about two and a half times better”. This was in 1980 when a U.K. pound (£1) was worth around $2.40. Phoenix Airport, Arizona — trying to pay for excess baggage using airline issued MCOs (Miscellaneous Charge Orders).))
>> “Arthur C. Clarke was British? Well, we wrote damn well for NOT being American!” ((This was by a retired, highly respected surgeon in Laconia, New Hampshire, in September 2001 during a Laconia Rotary Club Meeting.))
>> “He got his first degree from the “University of Whales”. ((Laconia Rotary Club Newsletter, Fall 2001, after I had told them that I got my first degree from the University of Wales. The writer of the piece, a newspaper editor and now the Mayor of Laconia, claimed that he had NEVER heard of Wales!))
…by Anura Guruge
All of the ongoing, possibly even escalating, flap, unnecessary and unbecoming about Kate Middleton’s topless pictures reminded me of this story which graphically illustrates that privacy is not something that Royals can enjoy even in the sanctity of the bathrooms in their own private yacht.
As I said yesterday, they should let this matter drop. It is done. The pictures are out. I could be wrong, but in my opinion these pictures, perfectly normal, nothing immoral, have in NO WAY diminished the respect, affection, admiration and affinity that the British people have for their Duchess of Cambridge. I, as a Brit, am not phased one iota. Good for you Kate. You did nothing wrong. Now lets move on. If the Palace has problems just letting this drop, here is my advise (as a fairly savvy spinmeister). Call up Boris Johnson, the irrepressible Mayor of London, who put Mitt Romney in his place, and get Boris to make a few pithy statements on behalf of the Commonwealth reiterating that all is well with Kate. It is but sour grapes for the French and Italians. They no longer have Royals. As a Brit, I will gladly tell them: ‘if you are that desperate to have a gander at the boobs of OUR ROYALS go ahead, get an eyeful, because we really do have some good looking Princesses‘. Subject closed.
This is a story about the Queen [i.e., Queen Elizabeth II of the U.K.], her Yacht, HMY Britannia, the stewardesses that worked on that yacht, and something very, very, private and personal to the Queen.
This is a TRUE STORY as far as I am concerned in that I heard it being told, at least twice, to a group of people, in a social gathering [i.e., a pub], by the supposed protagonist’s daughter, a well-grounded, responsible IBM employee, who was probably in her late 20s at the time. Since it is not exactly flattering to her mother, I cannot visualize her making it up. There was no need. This was not a ‘tall story’ competition or people trying to ‘show off’. This was her, at the urging of others, telling us, her co-workers about her mother’s life and career as a permanent stewardess on the HMY Britannia. Some of the folks knew her mother. So, I have to assume that this story is true.
Until today I had never even thought about Googling this. Today, with some trepidation (since even I have some thresholds despite my reputation for being willing to go where others fear) I did. If YOU are going to Google it you might have to think about the appropriate terminology to use. Start with ‘celebrities’. Experiment with words. Slang helps. I even got a listing from ebay for the Queen’s ….! Yikes.
This story deals with delicate subject matter. So I am going to tread carefully and use euphemisms. I am not going to spell out the words or be crude in anyway. Use your imagination, read between the lines.
As somebody who wrote his first book 29 years ago, I consider myself by nature and profession to be a raconteur; a teller of stories. Hence why I know that I must relate this story at this time. Bear with me. I am doing MY JOB.
I worked for IBM (UK) from 1974 to 1979 at their picturesque laboratories in Hursley, Hampshire, U.K. During my last 2 years with them I worked in ‘Special Engineering’ – a cadre of about 60, in our own concrete building, tasked with creating customized products for the European IBM customers. The mother of one of the administrators in ‘Spec. Eng.’ worked as a permanent, stewardess on the Britannia, and had for many, many years.
IBM Hursley was a fun place, noted for its leisurely pub lunches. As can be imagined, every once in awhile folks would ask this administrator to tell them stories about her mother and the Britannia. In this context I heard this story at least twice.
Her mother along with two or three others were responsible, on a rotating shift, 24×7, to be in attendance of the Queen’s private rooms. Each and every time the Queen or her husband (Prince Phillip) used the bathroom they had to go in, check it, clean it and put it ‘back together’.
As the story went, all the stewardesses did something, without fail, when they entered the bathroom. They checked the seat. They all carried a small metal pill box in their aprons. IF they found what they were looking for on the seat they delicately plucked it up and put in their ‘trophy’ tin. They did this each and every day.
When they got back to port they sold it!
This was way before the Internet, let alone ebay or Craig’s List. So I assume there were dealers that met with the staff to trade in these and other trophies. The mind boggles.
Today, as I stated earlier, I Googled this market — for celebrities in general, rather than the Queen per se (keeping in mind that ‘modern’ practices among ‘young’ celebrities might make this a very SCARCE commodity).
In 1995 or 1996, I was speaking at the then mandatory, ultra-lavish, way-over-the-top Sales Conferences that the then loaded networking companies used to hold — before the dot.com bust. This Sales Conference for a very large vendor was at the all Green MGM Grand at Vegas. Since I had a reputation of being a comedian that can keep people awake, I was given the first-presentation of the morning, breakfast slot — with instructions to get them going because they were all going to be hungover. Those days I still used 35 mm slides for my presentations. Since these had to be loaded into a carousel (or two) and the way they were loaded depended on whether it was forward or rear projection, I would typically arrive 90 minutes ahead of my slot — perfect, presentations being another trademark of mine.
So I get to the huge banquet hall, in one of the lower floors of the MGM, quite early in the morning. Only the set up crew is there. But, I could detect a palpable buzz. Some of the young ladies were very excited. It must be one face, but women talk to me and tell me all sorts of stuff. Well, they told me why they were so giddy. Barbra Streisand had performed there the night before (though I was unaware of that; checking in late that night). They had setup a private backstage suite for her — which was right across from where we were setting up. Some of these girls had camped out till the wee hours of the morning until the concert was over and everybody had left. Then they had run across to the bathroom that had been used by Barbra. Enough said.