Salut! ducks punches, spreads wings
It is pretty much known that if a school fight breaks out in the comments field, my preference is to let the antagonists get on with it.
Sometimes it gets too hot even for my liking and I intervene.
Sometimes, someone makes such a contentious point - and I am not especially referring to all those made by Judge Jeffreys wannabes on a certain Franco-Canadian case - that I am tempted to respond.
But if it is just, say, the routine fisticuffs of Bill Taylor vs Colin Berry, they are big enough to get on with it. I am not sure if it draws people in or drives them away, but it seems harmless enough from here.
Whether or not the recent Anonymous of Links fame is Richard of Orléans, I should point out that I have not specifically banned anyone from my blogroll.
Not getting round to adding someone is a different thing altogether. When I do link, it is because I think the blog/site is relevant or interesting, not because I necessarily like or agree with what I find there.
In Richard's case, there is obviously severe wind-up at play in much of what he has to say.
He clearly prefers France to Britain. The wind-up comes in the attempt to convince us that he looks more fondly on Nazi Germany than on Britain and would cheerfully have faced, at the end of the Second World War, either a Resistance bullet or British gallows.
But I am happy to add his blog to my links, just as I have chosen today to add a completely new site, Salut! Sunderland.
Where Salut! Sunderland may be bound is at this stage anyone's guess.
I just thought it would be helpful to my many football-phobic readers to be assured that Salut! itself will henceforth adopt a (generally) football-free disposition.
Conveniently, I will also tend to agree with the views expressed there by the blogger.
As for alphabetical order, I think that may have to wait. But I am grateful to whoever started clicking away at the ads after my aside the other day.
Just as I was allowing myself to think that this must be good for another dollar-and-a-half on its way, I checked. And the actual figure was 96 cents. At last they're American ones and not Canadian.
Labels: blogs, Britain, Canada, cents, dollars, football, France, Resistance, Salut, Salut Sunderland, squabbling America
By Colin Randall @ Wednesday, January 17, 2007 ¦
22 Comments:
Bravo, Colin Randall! Though I'm not convinced that Richard's belief that Germany was the "natural friend" of France is a wind-up. Still, who cares what le con d'Orléans thinks.
I'm not sure why people choose to use the very unexciting pseudonym of "Anonymous". It was Bill Taylor's felicitous choice of the plural form that inspired my own nom de plume and this could be extended - Anonygerbil, etc. There are many sites where those leaving comments use varied and often amusing pseudonyms - Old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all. Be adventurous!
Marvellous.Richard is now on the front page where he belongs!
All's not right yet,though.
The LINKS list is out of alphabetical order.
Get it corrected Richard.
And I say bravo too, Colin. Your post comes like a breath of fresh air (even if somewhat overdue). And to R of O I say this: if you find my expression "breath of fresh air" somewhat of a cliché, then I say "fromage dur".
Well the perfidious work in devious ways, and the results are not always what they expect. I have so far not used 'anonymous' so I cannot take credit for the amusing thread which the person, therebehind, has generated.
As far as unexpected consequences, it seems that Colinb, who connected dots which did not ask to be connected, is to be thanked for my elevation to the links list of Colinr.
I see Colinr that you cannot resist the Fawlty Toweresque reflex of dragging out that long dead Herr Hilter. No I do not condone the Nazis and their behaviour. I see no reason either to go on and on and on and on and on about an unhappy period in the history of a generally admirable nation. Further I do put the incidence of the Nazis down to a crumbling British empire and a foolish British/French alliance.
Anoyhamster says his/her choice of pseudonym is adventurous.
A caged mentally with kibble diet.
Those elevated to the Peerage must go on and on and on if only to keep the other Peers in their seats.
This blog is not the House of Commons,nothing common about it,for sure.Except Anoyhamster.
Judge Jeffreys? Would that be George, 1st Baron Jeffreys of Wem, otherwise known as "the Hanging Judge;" or Francis, Lord Jeffreys, the Scottish judge and literary critic who co-founded the "Edinburgh Review" and was scathing in his opinions of the Romantic Poets? Given the intermittent presence of a "poet" here, whose name is better not invoked, that seems like a possibility. A clarification would seem in order.
But now over to Salut! Sunderland...
Don't shoot the messenger... This just in:
PARIS — A French woman imprisoned for abducting two of her children from their Canadian father insisted Wednesday she was ``not a terrorist,” and driven only by the desire to protect them.
Nathalie Gettliffe, speaking to reporters four days after being granted provisional release from French prison, said her memory of the drama and her children “made it difficult at times to function.”
Gettliffe was convicted last month in Vancouver to 16 months in prison. She pleaded guilty to two counts of abduction, saying she took the children to France in 2001 to take them from their father because he was increasingly active in The International Church of Christ — which is banned in France as a sect.
“I am not a terrorist, I am not going to blow up the government,” she told reporters in the southeastern town of Satillieu. Excerpts of her remarks were broadcast on French TV. “I am protecting my children.”
Gettliffe was returned to France in December to serve the rest of her term. On Friday, a French judge ruled she could be released early to care for her two younger children, but would remain under judicial surveillance.
On Saturday, she left prison with her baby.
That's an interesting philosophical point, Colin.
Can you really isolate football from real life, politics, news, or even satire and nationalistic squabbling.
I'm not so sure, but then as a Hammers fan, my view on football has always of necessity been consistenly delusional.
And maybe (ahem) I should now take the hint that it's just not the place to debate that here ...
Apologies for my poor syntax - it's because I'm posting remotely, and not because I was born in Romford. That was a long time ago, and I've come a long way since then (except in all things relating to football).
The (very ineffective) West Ham defence rests.
Romford, roadsofstone? I was born in 'ornchurch da'an the road. We were neighbours...
What was the dance hall in Romford, back in the '60s? Not the Palais; that was in Ilford. I used to visit my cousins in Barking and we'd go to dances there. Perhaps you partnered me, Sarah!
I doubt it, Bill, I was only knee-high to a grasshopper in the 60s.
That's it -- throw my age up in my face! Hee-hee. Hard to believe I not only remember the pre-disco days, I was part of them. But back then, a Geordie accent was a decided asset when it came to meeting young southern belles. Happy days.
Southern belles? That's America in the UK they are scrubbers.
You're speaking of the woman I love! Or several of the women I loved...
It's a long walk from Romford to Barking when you've missed the last bus and have invested all your money in brandy-and-Babychams.
Happy days. I lived in Brixton when I was a student. Went to the jazz pubs in Cold Harbour Lane sometimes.That was pre riot days. I wonder what they are like now? I remember the Tescos under the railway arches. Back then they were renowned for their exotic food and fruit. There were also some great spice shops.I should go back rather than those stupid restaurants in the West End.
Probably "gastro-pubs" now and wildly expensive. The spice shops may still be there but they'll doubtless have second-mortgage prices, too. I gave up thinking about how much London was costing me on this last trip. It was easier to laugh it off than be fruitlessly outraged. My Visa bill, alas, is due tomorrow.
The only disco in Romford that I know of is 'Hollywood's' which I never went to. I think it's closing down now.
Nah, this was the Romford Locarno or something. Probably a bingo hall now.
Sarah - actually, yes, I entered this world at Whipps Cross Hospital in Hornchurch. It's the only thing I share in life with David Beckham.
For some reason, my memories of the area focus mainly on Roomes' department store in Upminster. My mum must have done a lot of shopping in those days. We moved to Shenfield when I was five, and to Warwickshire four years later.
It may or may not be a rumour, then, that I'm going to title my autobiography 'Out of Essex' ...
DB was born in Hornchurch? Gosh, I didn't know that.
Ah, Roomes. I was there just this Christmas holidays. They are closing down the shop on the right which is going to become a M&S foodhall, to the delight of local residents. Roomes have a smart furniture store over the road now, and 3 shops was over-stretching things to say the least.
How lovely to have lived in Warwickshire!
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