(1646) Almost evening.
24. Redacted at 1153
… much more across the way.



23. Beef crisis

22. Playing handsy?

21. Hate Hope

20. Not all love Bondi

19. On Donkeys
(1646) Almost evening.
24. Redacted at 1153
… much more across the way.
23. Beef crisis
22. Playing handsy?
21. Hate Hope
20. Not all love Bondi
19. On Donkeys
“The quintessential 40s British whodunit, Green for Danger satisfies even as it leaves a trail of plot holes that even Alistair Sims’ rather self-satisfied Inspector Cockrill would have spotted. Perhaps it satisfies despite its flaws because it embodies all the good things about British films back then.
The writers assume a level of intelligence on the part of their viewers and possession of an attention span that would seem unattainable to many of today’s MTV generation. Time is taken to develop characters and establish relationships instead of telling the audience everything about a character that is necessary only for the purpose of driving the plot along.
Alistair Sim, sporting a typically smug grin when he’s not ducking airplanes, plays Inspector Cockrill, who is called upon to investigate the murder of a postman on the operating table at a quaint hospital full of wooden beams and flagstone floors. He doesn’t appear until midway through the film – although his voice can be heard on the narration from the outset – and his dry wit peps things up immeasurably.
We are presented with the usual group of suspects: Leo Genn as a vaguely slimy Lothario who wastes no time in pursuing the lovely nurse Fredericka (Sally Gray) the moment she breaks off her engagement to a young Trevor Howard; buxom Megs Jenkins, a matronly figure even then although she was still in her twenties, and a nurse who borders on the edge of hysteria nearly all the time.
They were all present at an operation in which poor old Moore Marriott was pumped full of Co2, and are all, therefore, suspected of his murder.
The film keeps you guessing throughout – knowing very little about the film before I watched it, I couldn’t even figure out who the second victim was going to be for a while: the plot seemed to be setting up one character for the fall before turning the spotlight on someone else entirely. A couple of red herrings throw you off the trail quite nicely, and Inspector Cockrill’s confidence proves to be monumentally misplaced.
The twist at the end is truly sublime, and the look on Alistair Sim’s face when all becomes clear is one of those cinematic moments that live long in the memory. It’s all very quaint and old-fashioned now, but it still provides some solid entertainment.”
(1107) On the plus side are three nice jazz numbers which relate to each other, for Sunday, plus five, not one or two filums of value … I’d rate them Bplus, Bplus, B, Bminus and Cplus, starting today, excluding Sunday rest day, not unlike the cricket. All are British. (1400)
18. Hate, stop hope
17. Ah had a dream, yessiree
As with many dreams, the details around the edge were hazy. I’m facing a building, a bureaucratic type, with windows and we’re meant register or order or whatever there. Lady tells me not here, you need to go around to the other side.
I do go out on the left, around the building to head right along the back of the building but … lying on the ground is a deathculter. Dead? Not sure … sprawled out, might be a trick. However, this side of him, on the asphalt, is a gleaming middle-eastern machete looking blade and handle. I’m about to head along that wall, maybe fifty yards, but realise there’s no one about down that way.
Come to think of it, there’s no one around the ticket windows now either and those ladies are closing the shutters … normal, it’s siesta. Now, it’s either race up to the slowest window and beg to be allowed behind … or call an emergency over the “dead” jihadi … or go out right now to kick his teeth and goolies in, scooping up the blade on the way, but reason that he would already be up, with the blade, waiting. Not looking good.
Area’s sterile, nothing to use as a weapon, kicking myself that I didn’t scan better heading into the semi-enclosed space, didn’t prepare better earlier … too late now. Going out and stomping the jihadi seemed 50-50, hmmmm, climb onto the roof? Possible. Woke up right then.
16. Plod indoctrinated to fear ordinary people
(0950) Still vestiges of dental, might need to be ready, shall see. Meanwhile, Wednesday proceeds. Time to start clearing this backlog. (1034)
15. Consequences for telling the truth
14. The grinning Hancock
13. The crook Schumer
12. Letter agencies involved for sure
11. Opening salvo from Advance
(0712) Morning all … light became apparent, vaguely, about 0628 this morning, low Gates poisoned cloud wall to wall out there. I find with that window closed and back windows partly opened, I’m not as sick. Yesterday I spent too much time out of doors. Ta to Penseivat, AKH and Lord T too. (0824)
10. Moosh corner
9. Girl on girl
8. Woodsy42
Odd isn’t it. I realise now that any lurgy, like mild flu, hits any place in the bod where there has been previous infection or weakness. Always starts with toothache at the site of past abscess/deep fillings then sinus headaches, then heart and chest then the knees start complaining. Hope you sleep it off OK.
7. Andy
Lighten up on delving into the daily ordure which bound to have a detrimental effect. Some days after reading of a new horror I feel as if a cold hand is squeezing my soul. On those occasions I’m unable to think straight, even lose some coordination.
6. Steve here and at NOWP
Plus:
Oily fish
Dark chocolate
Berries
Pomegranate
Walnuts and walnut oil
Olives and olive oil
Turmeric
Avocado and avocado oil
Pistachios
Green tea
5. DAD at 1152
a) Placards ready for ……. ‘Trump not Welcome’ demonstration. Who’s paying for all of this?
b) Ten days ago, sovereigntist and former MEP Philippe de Villiers launched a petition calling on the President of the Republic to hold a referendum on immigration….
c) Help, Wokeism is Back on Stage at the Gaîté Lyrique Theatre, Paris! After the storm, [the six month’s sit-in by immigr@nts] it was necessary to get back to work very quickly in order to generate revenue as soon as possible and reconnect with the public….
d) LFI [neo-communist political party] is about to discover the ‘Streisand effect’: by trying to ban the book, they’ll create huge publicity for it. Plon, which is soon to publish “Les Complices du mal” (The Companions of Evil) by Franco-Syrian journalist Omar Youssef Souleimane….
4. More of the same
(0434) Not one, folks, but two “longs” this morning, within one post to test your patience … but necessary all the same. (0630)
3. Similar theme on leftist “maturity”
2. From TDS this morning (navbar, then middle column)
David Betz and Michael Rainsborough confronting the acts of violence and the glee:
It was less a headline than a rhetorical diagnosis, reflecting the bewilderment at these seemingly senseless acts of terror. Was it the bourgeois world condemned as corrupt by these self-styled revolutionaries, or was it the revolutionaries themselves, who in their righteous fervour appeared possessed by demons?
The question was never one that admitted an easy answer in that moment, and it remains just as piercing in ours. For when, half a century later, Charlie Kirk was struck down in the midst of civic debate, and when voices on the ‘progressive’ Left respond not with horror but with unholy glee, we are forced once again to confront the same ambiguity.
The young in particular, in their newfound independence, see societal obstacles their teachers and professors, sometimes their parents, have in turn been given easy targets to blame … so easy to blame “stick in the mud oldies”, “far right values” spewers … if I find that girlchild on X again ranting on, I’ll run it here.
We always blamed govt and rightly too … not seeing that they themselves were in thrall … and whom to … which is a far trickier proposition to dig out and neutralise. Takes some political maturity. A kid of 11/12? Come on. And as they continue, retarded, with the hand me down narrative devised from afar, it’s too easy not to think for oneself, to be all gung ho and Patty Hearst, urban guerilla.
Two springing to mind are the 60s band Amon Duul II who had some nice tunes, let it be said, creative. Renata from the band recalls the night Baader Meinhof came to hide out from “the authorities” and the lack of any consideration from any of them got on Renata’s (lead singer’s) goat.
She ordered them out when Baader climbed in to sleep with her … good leftist, all for the cause, ra ra ra … when the young see that little ole they can mess up The Man … well you know that sort of thing, having been young. All very important and exciting, the Cause.
Not the slightest consideration for anyone else … after all, they’re retarded kids.
Second was Ayres and the Weathermen, taken from Dylan’s song. Violence was what was needed, said they, straight from Trotsky’s rulebook, Georges Sorel etc. I used to live with such people, thankfully too comfortable and lazy to do anything … right little Rik Mayalls they were.
1. Of word salads and health
a. Word salads
I’ve been corresponding with various far flung gentlemen and ladies and along the way, various things come through, mainly word salads and health updates.
Looking first at word salads, we really are using an unnatural medium. For eyesight reasons and podgy male fingers, I can’t use a phone pad well, never learnt (learned) how to, plus I’m noticing that the apple keyboard I use for PC and laptop … I can’t see well that far, p,us the kets seem smaller these days.
The large keys on the ipad are about right but even there, there are errors all the time, which I just “discussed” with one of my (not named) correspondents and said I was going to use that bit of text in here now. Here tis:
First the word salad … haal weird was written “health weird” but I’m finding when I type fast, it only picks up some, not all of the letters. I’m thinking that so many spellings we wrote correctly but they come out misspelled.
On top of this, there’s something about letters either end of the keyboard, how hard they’re pressed. Why do we type fast? Mental affectation, the thought that we always have to be rushing to “get it all done”. Modern life maybe.
First responsibility though must be us ourselves … well ok, me myself. I am misspelling words but not those with a, s, e, i and u … they’re end of the yeyboard errors where I press too lightly or don’t stretch enough. So, having taken at least some responsibility, it still is very much the technica as well, plus the keyboard is certainly playing up, not offering panels it should etc. Almost as if the ipads are getting older, like us.
b. Health
There are two aspects … first that I should not be telling openly here about other chaps’ and chapesses’ health developments but you can be sure there are some … and I do ask. I just saw Steve mention the situation there, plus the other chaps last evening … one friend now almost 90 (not DAD, his is a technica issue right now, so expect a short hiatus there, plus AKH has two issues this week).
As for me, yes, I’m sure it was an attack, as Woodsy mentioned (ta also Andy, Penseivat … Penny? … IYE, plus the gals by email, inc. from Russia). Read Woodsy’s account … that is certainly how it was. At some point today, I’ll put some more texts up at UHC-WP.
One of our chaps has some real issues, was writing from hospital … we just never really know what others are going through, don’t you find? And if you keep a network going as I in my position automatically must … it’s not that we don’t care, we do, we have our issues too, nor my cavalier, even eccentric nature … it’s that we ge overwhelmed by it all.
Plus it’s not helped by these horrible people out there doing horrible things. Next post item is going to be from today’s TDS and he’s not wrong.
(1342) A bit inundated just now, very slow blogging. (1449) Actually ill (gone to bed, perchance to snooze … going to be sometime later, folks. (1807) Back again, see item 12. (2025) Have we ever got some jazz treats this coming Sunday! Real jazz now, quite fun.
19. Appropriate time … this evening
18. Toodles
A bunch of crazies built the Ark, experts built the Titanic.
17. Meanwhile
16. Think this was James Esses
15. Ta, gentlemen who just commented
… have read all.
14. The Wall is very, very real
Bkgd on Jed Bila … had a public life, world was her oyster, the Sydney Sweeney type, media career, uber-money, could have what she wanted, whom she wanted … you get the idea, like this power player in our righthand pic above.
Except it’s a con … deeply unpleasant person, can always bring in a man to service her when needed, hits the Wall, goes the IVF route, aborts if she must, no big deal with PP.
Thank goodness it’s other women calling all this out, not just men. By the way, if I’m anti Matriarchy and anti Nanny State, I’m just as much anti Patriarchy or anti soyboy culture. Even we sigmas should take a look at ourselves, at least if below 45 years of age.
13. Steve from 1152
War Room snippets…
Hearts of Oak:
…..
*JH comment: Manipulating how kids feel. It was on X in passing, an insane 11/12 year old girl, curly red hair, telling us to ignore adults if they try to tell you something … kids today know far more, they’re taught better. I didn’t hang around.
Interesting thing was … she was saying exactly what we adults are being told … don’t believe what nasty betters are saying … they have an agenda. Which is true. You do see where all this leads, quite satanic … every person hardwired against others around them … so full of their own omnipotence … when in fact they know just a bit of it.
Now look at item 14 above.
12. Housekeeping (1807)
Had to crash, health comes first. I’m also aware that some of our readers/fellow scribes have issues too, medical procedures coming up. Thoughts, even prayers for you. My dear mother said we’re as good as our health.
Mine today was dental. I’ve been awaiting this and knew it was not going to be fun, not being in one place. But then an interesting thing happened … it disappeared from there and struck in a different way … heart/chest … then decided, for variety, to leave that be and hit most of my muscles. It had started hitting breathing at the point I crashed in bed.
This has happened a few times now and I can’t help fancifully putting it down to some sort of varmint inside which hits all the vulnerable points in turn, never all at once. While it’s heart for example, the dental is fine, not a peep. Just now, it’s neck and mouth again.
The truly fanciful might put it down to a hex or eight kicking in … someone taking exception to what I write … certainly many of us online are getting hit … and laying some sort of curse on … it always comes as a hit, not a gradual thing. The rational secularist might put it down to a pysical cause … the poisoned air, poisoned food … for example, I’ve an item coming up on minced beef slime they use for freshness.
I say to both groups of thinkers … could well be, no zero sum on this … one uses the other.
Anyway, I’m not right … it’s now back to the original dental thing … with a mass of Steve drops to get through at 1152. I’ll get to all as and when I can.
Oh, by the way, cyber issues too. One ipad has nearly ceased working, this one is now rapidly decharging, even on the cord. No BS in the least.
11. Over at OoL
https://orphansofliberty.blogspot.com/2025/09/what-sort-of-utter-imbecility-is-this.html
This will keep us going for a while … for me during gymming.