Her tits are on the mantelpiece,
Her gallstones in a jar.
Friday, 14 November 2014
A friend on a recent trip to London was asked by a lady (with a North American accent) if she was from Britain. On replying that she lived in Scotland the lady said displaying some surprise and admiration that my friend had 'good English'. Perhaps some people already think that Scotland is a foreign country as far as England (aka Britain) is concerned.
Discussing something this morning with a lady, who shall be nameless but whom I admire for her dedication to reason and truth and who is an ardent feminist, she made the comment that "...women are still better multi taskers." I asked whether there was scientific evidence for such a statement. The response was "No evidence but I say so....want to make something of it???" Of course my response was Noooooooo!!! Thus demonstrating a severe lack of backbone when faced with a lady of intellect and conviction (whatever the potential flaws in her point of view).
There have also been some rather unusual posts in my Blogland this week. Frances wondered "Whose bits are they, anyway?" and followed it up with a post starting
(If that doesn't send you scurrying to her Blog then I don't know what will.)
She was suggesting that we aught to be given the option of having any parts removed from our body by surgery. Given that most removals are because the offending piece is diseased in some way or another I can't really see why one would ever want such a piece regardless of any other arguments. Certainly my diseased lung removed when I was 16 would have been a revolting acquisition as would my cancerous prostate. Is Formaldehyde readily available to the public or does one really want such a thing in the deep freeze? I think the question might have been made with a lightness of touch. I know one is often offered one's gallstones but then they aren't really body parts are they? And just imagine the new set of rules and the number of people who would have to be employed and the number of waivers signed if one were allowed to leave the hospital with a leg in a bag. Not to mention the police time wasted trying to find out whose it was when it was put in the bin. Yuk.
Posted by Graham Edwards at 10:31