'Ya gotta have the poifict beach body': According to The Telegraph this morning, it is now de rigor to have the sort of abs 'n' pecs that line up like guardsmen if you wish to be seen on the better sort of beaches, you know, the sort you find in the Carribean, or Mauritius, or, er, Sidmouth in South Devon where, as it happens, I was a few days back. Here's a photo of me:
Er, I'm on the right, or is it the left? I'm not sure - perhaps I should have gone to Specvsavers. Anyway, I can tell you that as I strolled nonchantly along, well, more like hobbled and tippy-toed because its a pebble beach which absolutely ruins your manly gait, I could see the ladies nudging each other and pointing at me. And, yes, I know the average age at Sidmouth is around 82 but just as it takes an old drinker to really appreciate a superb claret, so, the final accolade for a bit of manly beach candy like me is the approval of some ladies who have, so to speak, been around the block a few times!
Bloody, bloody postal service! Obviously the Royal Mail has cocked up again because I failed to receive my invitation to The Spectator Readers Tea Party - yes, I know, shockin', shockin'! Given the amount of free publicity I provide for them here at D&N to my huge readership - sorry, did you say something ? - it can't be that they left me off the list. Here is a photo of Taki (wearing a tie, of course, because although he's a love-rat of the first order, he is, of course, a gentleman) and Michael Heath, the cartoonist:
The footnote to this photo is as follows:
Taki and Michael Heath (the only person who has been at the Spectator longer than Taki) He’s brought a bottle of 1995 Lagavulin for me, to make up for the one he drank at the same event last year.
I have tried to ignore the Rolf Harris show:It's been difficult because he's been everywhere you look in the media for the past, well, forever, really! By and large, I tend to accept whatever juries decide which is not the same thing as believing that they are always and forever right.Rape and sexual assault cases, being usually private occurrences, are particularly difficult to prove and I would have thought accusations made after 30+ years were almost impossible to decide upon with accuracy. But, as I say, I do not know the details of this case - but I know a man who does! I am grateful to the redoubtable Anna Raccoon for pointing me in the direction of James Rothbard's blog in which he applies some cool reasoning to a very complex matter. I'm not saying he is right but then I'm not saying the jury was right either. 'I dunno' seems to sum up my position!
More rumbles later . . .
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