Friday, 26 June 2020

Bit of truth...

I know this has been doing the rounds, but a local chum said he hadn't seen it, so here it is in full view for the world to see...

The Chancellor of Oxford University, was on the Today Programme on BBC Radio 4 yesterday on the removal of statues of people linked to slavery.   Interesting statements. The Daily Telegraph headline yesterday was "Oxford will not rewrite history". 
Patten commented "“Education is not indoctrination. Our history is not a blank page on which we can write our own version of what it should have been according to our contemporary views and prejudice" 
Rhodes must fall ?
Dear students,
Cecil Rhodes’s generous bequest has contributed greatly to the comfort and well being of many generations of Oxford students – a good many of them, dare we say it, better, brighter and more deserving than you.
This does not necessarily mean we approve of everything Rhodes did in his lifetime – but then we don’t have to. Cecil Rhodes died over a century ago. 'Autres temps, autres moeurs' ! If you don’t understand what this means – and it would not remotely surprise us if that were the case – then we really think you should ask yourself the question: “Why am I at Oxford?” 
Oxford, let us remind you, is the world’s second oldest extant university. Scholars have been studying here since at least the 11th century. We’ve played a major part in the invention of Western civilisation, from the 12th century intellectual renaissance through the Enlightenment and beyond. Our alumni include William of Ockham, Roger Bacon, William Tyndale, John Donne, Sir Walter Raleigh, Erasmus, Sir Christopher Wren, William Penn, Rep. Adam Smith (D-WA), Samuel Johnson, Robert Hooke, William Morris, Oscar Wilde, Emily Davison, Cardinal Newman. We’re a big deal. And most of the people privileged to come and study here are conscious of what a big deal we are. Oxford is their alma mater – their dear mother – and they respect and revere her accordingly. 
And what were your ancestors doing in that period? Living in mud huts, mainly. Sure we’ll concede you the short-lived Southern African civilisation of Great Zimbabwe. But let’s be brutally honest here. The contribution of the Bantu tribes to modern civilisation has been as near as damn it to zilch. 
You’ll probably say that’s “racist”. But it’s what we here at Oxford prefer to call “true.” Perhaps the rules are different at other universities. In fact, we know things are different at other universities. We’ve watched with horror at what has been happening across the pond from the University of Missouri to the University of Virginia and even to revered institutions like Harvard and Yale: the “safe spaces”; the #blacklivesmatter; the creeping cultural relativism; the stifling political correctness; what Allan Bloom rightly called “the closing of the American mind”. At Oxford however, we will always prefer facts and free, open debate to petty grievance-mongering, identity politics and empty sloganeering. The day we cease to do so is the day we lose the right to call ourselves the world’s greatest university. 
Of course, you are perfectly within your rights to squander your time at Oxford on silly, vexatious, single-issue political campaigns. (Though it does make us wonder how stringent the vetting procedure is these days for Rhodes scholarships and even more so, for Mandela Rhodes scholarships). We are well used to seeing undergraduates – or, in your case – postgraduates, making idiots of themselves. Just don’t expect us to indulge your idiocy, let alone genuflect before it. You may be black – “BME” as the grisly modern terminology has it – but we are colour blind. We have been educating gifted undergraduates from our former colonies, our Empire, our Commonwealth and beyond for many generations. We do not discriminate over sex, race, colour or creed. We do, however, discriminate according to intellect.   
That means, inter alia, that when our undergrads or postgrads come up with fatuous ideas, we don’t pat them on the back, give them a red rosette and say: “Ooh, you’re black and you come from South Africa. What a clever chap you are!”! No. We prefer to see the quality of those ideas tested in the crucible of public debate. That’s another key part of the Oxford intellectual tradition you see: you can argue any damn thing you like but you need to be able to justify it with facts and logic – otherwise your idea is worthless. 
This ludicrous notion you have that a bronze statue of Cecil Rhodes should be removed from Oriel College, because it’s symbolic of “institutional racism” and “white slavery”. Well even if it is – which we dispute – so bloody what? Any undergraduate so feeble-minded that they can’t pass a bronze statue without having their “safe space” violated really does not deserve to be here. And besides, if we were to remove Rhodes’s statue on the premise that his life wasn’t blemish-free, where would we stop? As one of our alumni Dan Hannan has pointed out, Oriel’s other benefactors include two kings so awful – Edward II and Charles I – that their subjects had them killed. The college opposite – Christ Church – was built by a murderous, thieving bully who bumped off two of his wives. Thomas Jefferson kept slaves: does that invalidate the US Constitution? Winston Churchill had unenlightened views about Muslims and India: was he then the wrong man to lead Britain in the war?”  
Actually, we’ll go further than that. Your 'Rhodes Must Fall' campaign is not merely fatuous but ugly, vandalistic and dangerous. We agree with Oxford historian RW Johnson that what you are trying to do here is no different from what ISIS and the Al-Qaeda have been doing to artifacts in places like Mali and Syria. You are murdering history. 
And who are you, anyway, to be lecturing Oxford University on how it should order its affairs? Your #rhodesmustfall campaign, we
understand, originates in South Africa and was initiated by a black activist who told one of his lecturers “whites have to be killed”. One of you – Sizwe Mpofu-Walsh – is the privileged son of a rich politician and a member of a party whose slogan is “Kill the Boer; Kill the Farmer”; another of you, Ntokozo Qwabe, who is only in Oxford as a beneficiary of a Rhodes scholarship, has boasted about the need for “socially conscious black students” to “dominate white universities, and do so ruthlessly and decisively!” 
Great. That’s just what Oxford University needs. Some cultural enrichment from the land of Winnie Mandela, burning tyre necklaces, an AIDS epidemic almost entirely the result of government indifference and ignorance, one of the world’s highest per capita murder rates, institutionalised corruption, tribal politics, anti-white racism and a collapsing economy. Please name which of the above items you think will enhance the lives of the 22,000 students studying here at Oxford.
And then please explain what it is that makes your attention grabbing campaign to remove a listed statue from an Oxford college more urgent, more deserving than the desire of probably at least 20,000 of those 22,000 students to enjoy their time here unencumbered by the irritation of spoilt, ungrateful little tossers on scholarships they clearly don’t merit using racial politics and cheap guilt-tripping to ruin the life and fabric of our beloved university. 
Understand us and understand this clearly: you have everything to learn from us; we have nothing to learn from you. 
Yours, 
Oriel College, Oxford 

Wednesday, 17 June 2020

Lophospermum...

The other day, Senora O'Blene and yours truly, vanished from 'The Turrets', for an escape.

We haven't been out to the village for ages now, and we needed some plants for a new growing area, so our local garden centre was the place to go.

As we know everyone there so well, the banter started, and Mrs O'Blene spotted a plant which had an unintelligible name, and one of the chums called it 'Brian's thing', because his wife had grown it, and as they've all been struggling a bit with this Chinese nasty onslaught, we bought it, even though we didn't have a clue what it really was...

It turns out to be one of these...

Lofos® Compact White Lophospermum Plant (Creeping Gloxinia) | Free ...

...so we're well pleased!

Sometimes, a couple of quid spent on a mystery brings huge amounts of goodwill, and a sense of great chums just being there...

Sunday, 7 June 2020

Gormless...

Whatever happened to the real old gormless sayings of yesteryear?

My dad used to explode whenever he heard some loudmouthed barrack-room lawyer saying 'It's a diabolical liberty'! Dad would unpick the whole statement with various references to the devil, and what a liberty really was!

At least you don't hear some ignorant git saying it much nowadays - 'know warr oi mean'...

More please?

Saturday, 30 May 2020

Big biscuits...

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Just recently, I've started - or revisited a passion for, these delicacies! They're not cheap, at around twenty pence a pop, but they have a fabulous flavour, texture etc, and do make cheese so much better than a normal cream cracker, or a digestive biscuit.

I did actually get a large store in just before panic-buying stopped any bread arriving, and together with some Ryvita, they are still on the shelf, but diminishing rapidly...

Many years ago, I was in the CCF at school, and we would go on annual camps to places like Sennybridge near Brecon or Inys Gaint, an island in The Menai Straits. It was all jolly fun, and the night exercise enabled twenty Gold Leaf and a few cans of cider to slip down without anyone noticing! The Duke of Edinburgh's Awards were the same, with nights out somewhere, and on all these occasions, we'd be issued with army rations like a tin of stew ('a nutritious and satisfying dinner', it said somewhere), and a tin of marge, with a tin of biscuits! They were as hard as nails, but strangely acceptable, especially with the tin of jam which was also in the pack! 

But I liked them, and as all this happened back in the early nineteen-sixties, I've forgotten the solidity of those tins of biscuits, and can now relive the pleasure with the delightful Bath Olivers! The chocolate ones are to die for too...


Tuesday, 26 May 2020

Foul press...

Newspapers: still the most important medium for understanding the ...

Why are the people in the press so nasty these days?

Is it because the dead-tree paper business will die out soon, and people will just get their news when and where they like, from their PCs, phones, Ipads etc?

Makes sense to me - I read the news online, I can easily ignore the dross about royalty and the unpleasant, ugly, tattooed slebs and foobollers. I rather like to see some 'journos' getting hot under the collar, but wonder if they're really up to their jobs, especially most of the BBC people, so all I have to do when I get disinterested, is go...


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Monday, 18 May 2020

Musings from outside a bolted door...

Coronavirus: Pubs and restaurants could close across UK | Metro News

One issue Scrobs has with 'lockdown', is that meetings with good friends like Elias and Gloriette Sagtrouser have been suspended.

For two months, the normally open doors of 'The Bells' have been firmly shut and bolted, although the lovely people who run the place are doing takeaways of enormous proportions at weekends, and we try and support them on our meagre pensions (?), as much as we can, the various pints of Sheps' 'Spring Ale - 8.7abv' and the large Anno and Fevertrees are just not apparent at the moment!

So there's a sad dearth of seeing the trilby hat, sloping to the rear of the noble head, with a twenty pound note swaying in the breeze from a gnarled mitt, and the tiny feet, tiny hands, and huge - gins of the lovely lady, and things just don't seem right somehow.

Elias has been working hard though, keeping his business going, and I guess Gloriette has been working just as hard, doing the books, taking the orders over the phone etc, because I have been gladdened to notice, only last week, that after several weeks of the muck-away boys trundling past The Turrets with loads of subsoil, the Sagtrouser trucks are arriving with a variety of heavy building materials to a site down the road, where we believe another ornamental fishing lake is being constructed.

Life goes on I suppose, but discussions with hard-working chums still at it in the building industry have indicated that the good builders are getting to grips with the situation, and finding ways to keep working, which is what they always do, rather than be paid by the state to sit around and do very little.

These guys and gals are still the people who are providing the taxes to pay for the lockdown, and all the public services who are on full pay, pensions, soft hours and lots of excuses, especially from the 'management' end, but thankfully, the real money is going to the front line worker bees.

Friday, 15 May 2020