The song (translated)

FLIEG NICHT SO HOCH MEIN KLEINER FREUND

At the large yellow river, there an old man sat,
who was sad, one could feel it.
On the tree beside him - a bird sitting too.
This man sings his song only for him.

Do not fly so highly my small friend
the sun burns hot there above,
Who wants to fly so highly in the air - that is danger.
Do not fly so highly my small friend
Believe me I mean it well for you.
I tell you none can help you then
My wife was with me at the time.

Over the river soon came the night 
and the two still sat at the same place
And they sang from the red sand in the large far country
And of luck which he unfortunately never found.

Do not fly so highly…

And in the morning the old person at the road stood
at the road sign as the cars passed furiously by.
And then through tears he saw a dead bird.
His friend from only yesterday.
 

Do not fly so highly…

 

 

  Brits & Marmalade

 

      The Official British Club Worldwide Online Magazine - Expense Be Damned

 

Our Motto:  Only The Truth Right Or Wrong

 

 May 15th 2007

 

Another Advantage To A Small Car

(From Bill Taylor in Ohio)

 

An Immigrants Viewpoint

 

Buck Up, Wolfie: There’s Always Condi And Laura

By Andy Borowitz

In yet another setback for the embattled World Bank president, Paul Wolfowitz’s girlfriend, Shaha Riza, announced today that she was resigning as Mr. Wolfowitz’s girlfriend, “effective immediately.”

While Ms. Riza’s role in the conflict-of-interest scandal involving Mr. Wolfowitz and the World Bank had placed her in the eye of the media storm, few had expected her to relinquish her girlfriend post without a fight. But according to a source close to Ms. Riza, the increasing pressure on the high-profile couple in recent days had convinced her that she “could no longer function effectively as Paul Wolfowitz’s girlfriend.”

A joint communiqué released by the couple indicated that the decision to leave her girlfriend post was entirely Ms. Riza’s, but sources close to Mr. Wolfowitz suggest that the idea had originated not with her but with the World Bank president himself. According to one source, “Paul had dinner with Shaha last night and told her they should start seeing other banks.”

News of Ms. Riza’s departure sparked speculation that Mr. Wolfowitz’s might have difficulty acquiring a new girlfriend, but according to Vice President Dick Cheney, who has served as Mr. Wolfowitz’s unofficial “wingman” for years, nothing could be further from the truth. "The fact that the World Bank found Paul guilty of wrongdoing gives him an air of danger,” Mr. Cheney said. “The ladies dig that.”

Elsewhere, after a welcoming speech in which he suggested that Queen Elizabeth II was over 230 years old, President Bush attempted to mend his verbal slip, saying “the old girl doesn’t look a day over 130.”

 

 

FOR SALE - Nappy Headed Hoe

(From John Parker in Tennessee)

 

A Poem

(From Nick Mitchell in Toronto)

Regime Change

By Andrew Motion

(Britain's Poet Laureate)

 

Advancing down the road from Nineveh
Death paused a while and said 'Now listen here.
 
You see the names of places roundabout?
They're mine now, and I've turned them inside out.
 
Take Eden, further south: At dawn today
I ordered up my troops to tear away
 
Its walls and gates so everyone can see
That gorgeous fruit which dangles from its tree.
 
You want it, don't you? Go and eat it then,
And lick your lips, and pick the same again.
 
Take Tigris and Euphrates; once they ran
Through childhood-coloured slats of sand and sun.
 
Not any more they don't; I've filled them up
With countless different kinds of human crap.
 
Take Babylon, the palace sprouting flowers
Which sweetened empires in their peaceful hours -
 
I've found a different way to scent the air:
Already it's a by-word for despair.
 
Which leaves Baghdad - the star-tipped minarets,
The marble courts and halls, the mirage-heat.
 
These places, and the ancient things you know,
You won't know soon. I'm working on it now.'

 

 

Wheels On Fire

(From Henry Robinson in New Brunswick, Canada)

 

 

                                    

Books To Read  -  Videos To Rent  -  CD's To Listen To  -  Computer Stuff

The History Boys  (Get it at your local video store)

Two ways to educate - to learn for life - or to simply learn to pass the exam .   ****  Four Star Rating

John Osborne by John Heilpern ( Get it at your local library)

The Angry Young Man - a title which he loathed - and his rise from rags to riches to rags. A story of unhappy genius. This is a fine biography bound to trigger fond memories *****  Five Star Rating

Look Back In Anger (Get it at your local video store)

The Osborne play (and later the film) which changed British Theatre for ever - and ushered in the censor-free Sixties. Starring Richard Burton, Mary Ure, Claire Bloom and Alan Bates. ***** Five Star Rating

 

Makes A Heck Of An Omelette Too

(From Maggie McClennan in New Zealand)

 

 

Odd News  

Sometimes Odd News is hard to believe, but they're all true events - proving that we are not necessarily the world's smartest species.  We're sure we missed many other important events this past two weeks. But for we ordinary mortals the world goes on spinning madly out of control.  As always......

 

Shell Shock

LAKE LUZERNE, N.Y. - A teenager who put bullets in a vise and whacked them with a hammer to empty the brass shell casings was wounded in the abdomen by approximately the 100th bullet he hit, according to Warren County deputies.

Damion M. Mosher, 18, had been discharging .223-caliber rounds, placing them in a steel vise, putting a screwdriver on the primer, and striking the screwdriver with the hammer, deputies said.

Mosher told authorities he was trying to empty the rounds to collect the brass casings for scrap.

Sheriff Larry Cleveland said about 100 other rounds that Mosher hit had "fizzled," but one was somehow sent with more force. It was unclear if the bullet ricocheted or hit him directly.

An employee of Capitol Scrap Co. in Albany said Monday the business pays $1.70 a pound for scrap brass shell casings.

 

The Pen Is Mightier Than The Sword

KLAMATH FALLS, Ore. - It's safe to say Elna Marie Johnson will never forget her pen pal's birthday.

Johnson, 71, who has lived in Klamath Falls for 43 years, was living in Colorado in 1947 when she spotted a notice in a newspaper that circulated in the Sunday schools of Lutheran churches.

The notice said a 10-year-old Michigan girl named Elma Marie wanted a pen pal. Johnson's mother encouraged her to write to the girl because they had similar names.

After an exchange of letters, Johnson learned that her new pen pal's name was Elna, not Elma, and they had the same date of birth - April 9, 1936.

The two Elna Maries have stayed in touch even since. Last week, Johnson went to Reese, Mich., to visit Elna Marie Kempff - her third trip to Michigan since the two became pen pals.

 

Things Are Going Down In The Nudist Camp Industry

WOODSTOCK, Conn. - Here's the naked truth about nude recreation: The people who practice it aren't getting any younger.

To draw 20- and 30-somethings, nudist groups and camps are trying everything from deep discounts on membership fees to a young ambassador program that encourages college and graduate students to talk to their peers about having fun in the buff.

"We don't want the place to turn into a gated assisted living facility," said Gordon Adams, membership director at Solair Recreation League, a nudist camp in northeastern Connecticut that recently invited students from dozens of New England schools to a college day in hopes of piquing their interest.

The median age is 55 at Solair, where a yearly membership is $500 for people older than 40, $300 for people younger than 40 and $150 for college students.

The Kissimee, Fla.-based American Association for Nude Recreation, which represents about 270 clubs and resorts in North America, estimates that more than 90 percent of its 50,000 members are older than 35.

 

 

Travelling Penguin

LIMA, Peru - A "disoriented" Magellanic penguin swam ashore on Peru's coast, some 3,100 miles north of his home in the frigid waters of southern Chile.

The penguin got lost while looking for food, Peru's National Resource Institute was quoted as saying in El Comercio newspaper Saturday.

"It seems he was disoriented and got lost in the sea due to the different ocean currents," said Wilder Canales, who heads the National Paracas Reserve in southern Peru. "In his endless search for food, he casually climbed up on our shores, something that has never happened before."

Peruvian authorities are trying to coordinate with their Chilean counterparts to return the penguin to its home waters.

 

Travelling Cat

HENDERSONVILLE, N.C. - After Eric Congdon opened a crate from China and discovered a cat inside, coming up with a name for the furry stowaway was easy.

China the cat had chewed through one of the boxes before it left Shanghai on April 3 and spent at least 35 days on a ship inside the container filled with motor scooters.

"I saw something in the container move," Congdon said. "I turned up the headlights on the fork lift to get a better look."

That was when he saw the cat cowering in a corner, weak but still alive. Congdon, owner of Olympia Moto Sports in Hendersonville, said he and a co-worker called the county's animal services when the cat would not let them near.

 

 

A Call To Action

(From Sue Sanders in Australia)

 

 

There's Nowt Like

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My Favourite Limerick

(From Joe Arblaster in BC, Canada)

 

There was a young lady named Gloria

Who was had by Sir Gerald Du Maurier

And then by six men

Sir Gerald again

And the band at the Waldorf Astoria

 

 

 

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It's Better Than The Telly

 

(From William Sturgis in Switzerland)

 

 

Two Car Garage

(From Jenny Bloodsworth in Texas)

 

Mrs. Mona Bean

(From Sandra Watson in South Africa)

 

I'm An Exotic Dancer In Hartlepools

(From David Wellesly in UK)

 

Life In The Vegetable World

(From Barbara Embry in Indiana)

 

 

 

Attention Photographers

100 year old Spanish Oaks on James Island, South Carolina,  Last Week

 

Santa Monica from Will Roger's House, Last Week

(From Rosyln Wilkins in California)

Will Roger's House

 

 Our 2007 Photo Album

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Golf Quotations Of The Week

(Sent in by Barry Oliver in BC, Canada)

 ONE OF THE ADVANTAGES BOWLING HAS OVER GOLF IS  THAT YOU SELDOM LOSE A BOWLING BALL.  Don Carter

YOU CAN MAKE A  LOT OF MONEY IN THIS GAME. JUST ASK MY  EX-WIVES. BOTH OF THEM ARE SO RICH THAT NEITHER OF THEIR HUSBANDS WORK.  Lee Trevino

THE GREAT THING ABOUT STARTING GOLF IN YOUR FORTIES IS THAT YOU CAN START GOLF IN YOUR FORTIES. YOU CAN START OTHER THINGS IN YOUR FORTIES BUT GENERALLY YOUR WIFE MAKES YOU STOP THEM, AS BILL CLINTON FOUND OUT.

THERE  ARE TWO THINGS YOU CAN DO WITH YOUR HEAD DOWN - PLAY GOLF AND PRAY. - Lee  Trevino

A LITTLE GIRL WAS AT HER FIRST GOLF LESSON WHEN SHE ASKED AN
INTERESTING QUESTION: "IS THE WORD SPELT P-U-T OR P-U-T-T?" SHE ASKED THE INSTRUCTOR. "P-U-T-T IS CORRECT," HE REPLIED. "PUT MEANS TO PLACE A THING WHERE YOU WANT IT. PUTT MEANS MERELY A VAIN ATTEMPT TO DO THE SAME THING."

ART  SAID HE WANTED TO GET MORE DISTANCE. I TOLD HIM TO HIT IT AND RUN BACKWARD. -  Ken Venturi, on Art Rosenbaum

I READ THE GREENS IN SPANISH, BUT PUTT IN  ENGLISH. - Chi Chi Rodriguez

THE ONLY THING IN MY BAG THAT WORKS IS THE  BUG SPRAY. - Bruce Lansky

GOLF IS A GAME IN WHICH THE SLOWEST PEOPLE IN  THE WORLD ARE THOSE IN FRONT OF YOU, AND THE FASTEST ARE THOSE  BEHIND.

I'VE HAD A GOOD ROUND WHEN I DIDN'T FALL OUT OF THE CART. - Buddy Hackett

RELAX? HOW CAN ANYBODY RELAX AND PLAY GOLF? YOU HAVE TO GRIP THE CLUB, DON'T YOU? - Ben Hogan

MY BODY IS HERE, BUT MY MIND HAS ALREADY  TEED OFF.

GOLF IS WHAT YOU PLAY WHEN YOU'RE TOO OUT OF SHAPE TO PLAY SOFTBALL.

I FOUND OUT THAT ALL THE IMPORTANT LESSONS OF LIFE ARE  CONTAINED IN THE  THREE RULES FOR ACHIEVING A PERFECT GOLF SWING:

1. KEEP  YOUR HEAD DOWN.
2. FOLLOW THROUGH.
3. BE BORN WITH MONEY

 

 

Before And After

The Grande Hotel In Mozambique

(From Sandra Watson in South Africa)

 

Stop Me If You Heard This One My Fellow Canadians  

                                                    

Puns Have We Got Puns

From Harvey Joyce in New Zealand

 

Energizer Bunny arrested - charged with battery.

A man's home is his castle, in a manor of speaking.

A pessimist's blood type is always b-negative.

My wife really likes to make pottery, but to me it's just kiln time.

Dijon vu - the same mustard as before.

Practice safe eating - always use condiments.

I fired my masseuse today. She just rubbed me the wrong way.

A Freudian slip is when you say one thing but mean your mother.

Shotgun wedding: A case of wife or death.

I used to work in a blanket factory, but it folded.

I used to be a lumberjack, but I just couldn't hack it, so they gave me the axe.

If electricity comes from electrons... does that mean that morality comes from morons?

A man needs a mistress just to break the monogamy.

Marriage is the mourning after the knot before.

A hangover is the wrath of grapes.

Corduroy pillows are making headlines.

Is a book on voyeurism a peeping tome?

Dancing cheek-to-cheek is really a form of floor play.

Banning the bra was a big flop.

Sea captains don't like crew cuts.

Does the name Pavlov ring a bell?

A successful diet is the triumph of mind over platter.

Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.

A gossip is someone with a great sense of rumor.

Without geometry, life is pointless.

When you dream in color, it's a pigment of your imagination

Condoms should be used on every conceivable occasion.

Reading whilst sunbathing makes you well-red.

When two egotists meet, it's an I for an I

 

Not Often We Get A French Paratrooper Story.........

From Mike Bewley in BC, Canada

Two French paratroopers were seconded to the SAS for special training. After the first day they met up in the bar.
"Ah, Pierre," asks one, " 'ow 'av you been doing?"
"Merde!" answers Pierre. "I 'av 'ad a mos' terrible day. Terrible! At seex zis morning I was woken by zis beeg 'airy sergeant. 'E dragged me out of bed and on to ze parade ground."
"And zen what 'appened?" inquires his mate.
"I weel tell you what 'appened! 'E made me climb urp zis silly leetle platform five feet off ze ground and zen 'e said "Jurmp!"."
"'And did you jump?" asks his mate.
"I did not. I told 'im - "I am a French paratrooper. I do not jump five feet. It is beneass my dignity."
"And zen what 'appened?" asks his mate.
"Zen 'e made me climb up zis silly leetle platform ten feet off ze ground, and 'e said "Jump!"."
"And did you jurmp?" asks his mate.
"I did not. I told 'im - "I am a French paratrooper. It is beneass my dignity to jump ten feet." "What 'appened zen?" asks his mate.
"Zen 'e made me climb urp zis rickety platform a 'undred feet above ze parade ground. 'E undid 'is trousers, took out zis enormous willy, and 'e said: "If you do not jurmp, I am going to stick zis right urp your burm."

"Ooooh!" says his mate. "And did you jurmp?"

"A leetle - at ze beginning."

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It's An Ouch For Sure

From Olive Harrison in Maryland
 

A middle-aged woman seemed sheepish as she

 visited her gynecologist. "Come now," coaxed the doctor, "you've been seeing me for years!  There's nothing you can't tell me."

 

"This one's kind of strange..."

 

"Let me be the judge of that,"  the doctor replied.

 

"Well," she said, "yesterday I went to the bathroom

in the morning and heard a plink-plink-plink in the toilet and when I looked down, the water was full of pennies ."

 

"I see."

 

"That afternoon I went to the bathroom again and,

plink-plink-plink, there were nickels in the bowl." 

 

"That night," she went on, "I went again, plink-plink-plink, and there were dimes - and this morning there were quarters ! You've got to tell me what's wrong with me!," she implored, "I'm scared out of my wits!" 

 

The gynecologist put a comforting hand  on her shoulder. "There, there, it's nothing to be scared about." 

  

"You're simply going through the change!


 

 

The Last Photo I Ever Took

(From Terry Hardman in UK)

 

 

Wrap Up

As we go to press, we read of a cute as a button little British girl, Madelaine McCann, age 4, missing in Portugal where her parents were on vacation. 

She appears to have been kidnapped and maybe of course worse news to come. Unhappily, if this were not bad enough, the prime suspect appears to be another Briton - a middle aged man living with his mother near the hotel.

She comes from Rothley in Leicestershire where residents are leaving good wishes today - as we do too. We hope for the best.

The world is sad enough as it is with war and pestilence everywhere to be seen. Children are among the main victims, innocent and unknowing what or why. They are not to blame - we adults are.

And sooner hopefully than later we are going to have to do something worthwhile to change things. To provide basic essentials such as water and health care and better education and an end to this constant search for material profit which, compared to the life of a single child, is worthless.

We'll catch you next time.

Best Regards

Arnold Parkinson

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In Praise Of Canada

(By the Daily Telegraph)

(From Nicholas Mitchell in Toronto)

Until the deaths last week of four Canadian soldiers accidentally killed by a U.S. warplane in Afghanistan, probably almost no one outside their home country had been aware that Canadian troops were deployed in the region. And as always, Canada will now bury its dead, just as the rest of the world as always will forget its sacrifice, just as it always forgets nearly everything Canada ever does.

It seems that Canada's historic mission is to come to the selfless aid both of its friends and of complete strangers, and then, once the crisis is over, to be well and truly ignored. Canada is the perpetual wallflower that stands on the edge of the hall, waiting for someone to come and ask her for a dance. A fire breaks out, she risks life and limb to rescue her fellow dance-goers, and suffers serious injuries. But when the hall is repaired and the dancing resumes, there is Canada, the wallflower still, while those she once helped glamorously cavort across the floor, blithely neglecting her yet again.

That is the price Canada pays for sharing the North American continent with the United States, and for being a selfless friend of Britain in two global conflicts. For much of the 20th century, Canada was torn in two different directions: It seemed to be a part of the old world, yet had an address in the new one, and that divided identity ensured that it never fully got the gratitude it deserved.

Yet its purely voluntary contribution to the cause of freedom in two world wars was perhaps the greatest of any democracy. Almost 10% of Canada's entire population of seven million people served in the armed forces during the First World War, and nearly 60,000 died. The great Allied victories of 1918 were spearheaded by Canadian troops, perhaps the most capable soldiers in the entire British order of battle.

Canada was repaid for its enormous sacrifice by downright neglect, its unique contribution to victory being absorbed into the popular Memory as somehow or other the work of the "British." The Second World War provided a re-run. The Canadian navy began the war with a half dozen vessels, and ended up policing nearly half of the Atlantic against U-boat attack. More than 120 Canadian warships participated in the Normandy landings, during which 15,000 Canadian soldiers went ashore on D-Day alone. Canada finished the war with the third-largest navy and the fourth-largest air force in the world.

The world thanked Canada with the same sublime indifference as it had the previous time. Canadian participation in the war was acknowledged in film only if it was necessary to give an American actor a part in a campaign in which the United States had clearly not participated - a touching scrupulousness which, of ourse, Hollywood has since abandoned, as it has any notion of a separate Canadian identity.

So it is a general rule that actors and filmmakers arriving in Hollywood keep their nationality - unless, that is, they are Canadian. Thus Mary Pickford, Walter Huston, Donald Sutherland, Michael J. Fox, William Shatner, Norman Jewison, David Cronenberg, Alex Trebek, Art Linkletter and Dan Aykroyd have in the popular perception become American, and Christopher Plummer, British. It is as if, in the very act of becoming famous, a Canadian ceases to be Canadian, unless she is Margaret Atwood, who is as unshakably Canadian as a moose, or Celine Dion, for whom Canada has proved quite unable to find any takers.

Moreover, Canada is every bit as querulously alert to the achievements of its sons and daughters as the rest of the world is completely unaware of them. The Canadians proudly say of themselves - and are unheard by anyone else - that 1% of the world's population has provided 10% of the world's peacekeeping forces. Canadian soldiers in the past half century have been the greatest peacekeepers on Earth - in 39 missions on UN mandates, and six on non-UN peacekeeping duties, from Vietnam to East Timor, from Sinai to Bosnia.

Yet the only foreign engagement that has entered the popular on-Canadian imagination was the sorry affair in Somalia, in which out-of-control paratroopers murdered two Somali infiltrators. Their regiment was then disbanded in disgrace - a uniquely Canadian act of self-abasement for which, naturally, the Canadians received no international credit.

So who today in the United States knows about the stoic and selfless friendship its northern neighbour has given it in Afghanistan? Rather like Cyrano de Bergerac, Canada repeatedly does honourable things for honourable motives, but instead of being thanked for it, it remains something of a figure of fun.

It is the Canadian way, for which Canadians should be proud, yet such honour comes at a high cost. This week, four more grieving Canadian families knew that cost all too tragically well.