Back
from a relaxing holiday on a cruise ship, average age 74.6 years! We're never sure why they make that
information public but it did raise a question in our minds. Why were tap dancing and boot camp two of the
classes on offer? We finally assumed
that the on board doctor had done a deal whereby he shared his commission with
various undertakers at ports of call. In
the event, neither party made a fortune by the lack of ‘black bag jobs’ in
ports. Counting them off is a spectator
sport on cruise ships. Not that age stops passengers taking risks. One lady told me she had left her vest off by
the time we reached Dubrovnik. She didn’t mention if she always did that in
Croatia. As chat up lines go, it was
different, but did little for my ego. I must look older and more decrepit than
I thought!
I
suppose the election caused a stir on the ship, though most passengers didn’t
have a high opinion of politicians in general by the comments we heard. The result made nonsense of the polls and
we’re still waiting to hear the reasons they were so far adrift of the
result. Their excuses might be more fun
than the election itself. A couple of
bloggers promised to run naked through Westminster if their predictions were
incorrect. I suppose that might be
viewed as a bigger cock up than their predictions, depending on their
proportions, probably overstated.
We
suppose the positive is having a government, rather than a mix and match
coalition where the tough decisions get left in the ‘too difficult’ box. The only issue for Cameron will be putting
his money where his mouth has been. The
flood of promises made pre-election would need more borrowing than currently practiced
by the Greeks.
The
flood of leadership resignations was inevitable, Miliband and Clegg leaving to tearful
applause from followers, the knives not drawn until the following day. At least Clegg didn’t have a brother to
dispatch a carefully worded jibe from a distance! Never mind Ed, just hope that your mum can
get a grip on David or future family lunches could get a bit fraught. And then
there was the tombstone! Whoever sold
that idea to Ed has a great future as a salesman – fridges to Eskimos springs
to mind. But as resignations go, Nigel’s
will take some beating. Gone today, back
tomorrow. Miliband and Clegg must be
green with envy. That said, UKIP began
self- harming within days.
One
other piece that caught our attention was about a woman in Swindon making
smoothies from raw human placentas. Local magistrates have used an emergency
order to close down her business until she can prove her product to be
safe. We’re not sure what the placenta
smoothies deliver to the recipient but at £25 a pop it sounds an interesting
business. This lady also produces
umbilical cord keepsakes. It seems like
a natural step to consider other post-operative body parts for alternative
uses. Loom bands became a worldwide phenomenon so there must be some potential for
a keepsake in the remains of a carefully completed circumcision. At least it might ease the pain.
The
news item that a glass of red wine can help you to lose weight gave us a great
lift. Based on the report, we’ve worked
incredibly hard on our weight reduction throughout the holiday and will test it
on the scales in a day or two. Some
research seems so logical! I’m now
keeping a scrapbook on the health benefits of wine. I shall take it with me every time I have to
visit the doctor since he never fails to ask me the “how many units” question.
The
other talking point on the ship seemed to be the Kevin Pietersen saga. He has an amazing ability to split opinion
straight down the middle. Views were
clear from anyone who voiced an opinion.
In or permanently out were the only thoughts we heard. His talent is unquestionable and he is
probably unfortunate in that he picked a team sport rather than an individual
pursuit. His real forte would be
politics. He could join a team where
handshakes and smiles were simply cover for backbiting and self-interest. And there is no shortage of leadership
opportunities.
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