Six of One – The Prisoner – Patrick McGoohan – Home Page

“Where am I?”
“In the Village.”
“What do you want?”
“Whose side are you on?”
“That would be telling…. We want information. Information! INFORMATION.”
“You won’t get it.”
“By hook or by crook, we will.”
“Who are you?”
“The new Number 2.”
“Who is Number 1?”
“You are Number 6.”
“I am not a number — I am a free man!”

SU Population = 5

Calling all stumblers:

Move to Royston Vasey, you know it makes sense.

Imagine if you move to Royston Vasey you will:

1) Be able to tell foreigners that they won’t have heard of where you live ‘unless you are local’
2) Politely decline to post your location on people’s guest maps , because ‘Where I live isn’t listed.’
3) NOT appear on google earth and therefore be safe from spy satellites,
4) Never leave,
5) Go swimming in our incredibly shallow gene pool.
6) er…
7)…that’s it

The Battle of Bosworth Field 1485

August 22nd 1485

” Inter their bodies as becomes their births:
Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled
That in submission will return to us:
And then, as we have ta’en the sacrament,
We will unite the white rose and the red:
Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction,
That long have frown’d upon their enmity!
What traitor hears me, and says not amen?
England hath long been mad, and scarr’d herself;
The brother blindly shed the brother’s blood,
The father rashly slaughter’d his own son,
The son, compell’d, been butcher to the sire:
All this divided York and Lancaster, “

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by Sir John Betjemen

How did the Devil come? When first attack?
These Norfolk lanes recall lost innocence,
The years fall off and find me walking back
Dragging a stick along the wooden fence
Down this same path, where, forty years ago,
My father strolled behind me, calm and slow.

I used to fill my hands with sorrel seeds
And shower him with them from the tops of stiles,
I used to butt my head into his tweeds
To make him hurry down those languorous miles
Of ash and alder-shaded lanes, till here
Our moorings and the masthead would appear.

There after supper lit by lantern light
Warm in the cabin I could lie secure
And hear against the polished sides at night
The lap lap lapping of the weedy Bure,
A whispering and watery Norfolk sound
Telling of all the moonlit reeds around.

How did the Devil come? When first attack?
The church is just the same, though now I know
Fowler of Louth restored it. Time, bring back
The rapturous ignorance of long ago,
The peace, before the dreadful daylight starts,
Of unkept promises and broken hearts.

From the page:
“The Red Grouse (Lagopus lagopus) is a medium-sized game bird found only in the British Isles, being a subspecies of the Willow Grouse of Europe, Asia and North America.

It breeds on the heather moors of northern Britain and its numbers are carefully maintained, despite the annual slaughter, by managed breeding and the controlled burning of the heather to provide the variety of stages of growth in the heather which suits the birds best – young shoots for food, mature growth for shelter, and clearings for the chicks and young birds to sun themselves in.

The grouse are allowed to breed unmolested and the season’s chicks will be fully mature by the beginning of August, when the close season comes to an end on the 12th of the month.”

Uncle Nolli’s Astro-Tarot-Feng Shui Horoscopes

This week:

Scorpio: 24 October-22 November:
My apologies to all Scorpio’s for last weeks’ misprint, the result of a transcription error. The entry should have read “fantastic luck ahead” and not as it appeared.

Thank you to all those who wrote in. Both the offended and the disappointed.

B*****!, S***!,
Listen who swears,
Christopher Robin has fallen down stairs.

The Walrus and the Carpenter were walking hand in hand,
“If only” said the Carpenter “the law would understand.”

Modern China

This site implies that the ‘Rape of Nanjing’ did not take place.

This is the equivalent of holocaust denial. The evidence is legion.

Oh yes, and also Chinese are cannibals too.

Bigoted and rascist site that seems to be a cover for some sort of “Christian” group. Not the sort of Christianity that we have in the Anglican Church.

The occasional curry could prevent Alzheimers | Mail Online

From the page: “Curry could help improve mental agility and stave off Alzheimer’s disease, it has been claimed.

Scientists found those who ate the dish as little as once every six months did better in tests than those who had it never or rarely.”

Put the toilet roll in the fridge, I’m off for a curry…

Molecule shirts showing the molecular structure of your favorite drugs

Interesting but I remember from my days at University, the Chemical society had a picture of the above compound emblazoned on their t-shirts together with the logo:

‘Leeds Chemists wipe their own.’

In case you’re wondering, the molecule in question is an arsole.

More amusingly named chemicals can be found at: