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26 November 2002
The BBC viewers decided that Winston Churchill was the greatest Briton. I still can’t believe Lady Di was in the top 10, but the public view a media darling as being a contribution to the general good of this land. The flip side to the victory for the man who popularised the V sign (that’s the polite V) has been the resurgence of the Brit haters, who have called for Churchill to be tried as a war criminal. It is true that countless thousands of Germans suffered due to the carpet bombing of historical towns and cities. This, it is argued, it good reason to cast a cloud over the achievements of this man who was only small in height. The majority of these people believe that those in command are cold; that they see men as numbers and war as nothing more than a challenging game of chess on a shifting board. Horrocks, the commander of XXX British Corps, who often fought alongside the Canadians in some of the bloodiest battles of the Western Front, was responsible for the safety of more than 450,000 allied troops. Bogged down and preparing for the push that would end the war in Europe, a small historic town lay in the path of his army. That town was Cleve. Home to the 4th wife of Henry VIII. Horrock had to order the destruction of that town. He later wrote in his book, Corps Commander:- “the most terrible decision I had ever to make in my life, and I can assure you I felt almost physically sick………… when. I saw the bombers flying overhead on their deadly mission………. After the war I used to suffer nightmares and literally for years these always concerned Cleve” Little comfort to the poor souls who once lived in the town that had stood for 1500 years but these decisions have to be made and these men are prepared to make them. I guess it’s all too easy, 50, 60 years on to criticise but for some reason unknown, too many are ashamed of the history of this land. Rant over. (believe me, I’ve kept it brief!) The Bluetitch 5 Yes, I know it’s late. 1. What is the most romantic thing you’ve done? 2. what is the most romantic thing that someone has done to/for you? 3. what is the most romantic piece of music you’ve heard? 4. what is the most romantic film you’ve seen 5. what is the most romantic thing you would like to do but haven’t? I hate this woman >-[ 1. I was a poor and penniless lad in my late teens. My poor post grad girlfriend was taken by her mate’s boyfriends plan to take her away for the weekend. Nowt special, just a B&B I think. So, I got some money together and booked into a plush hotel in Birmingham. Not telling my squeeze where we were going, I just old her to pack an overnight bag. We used to drink in the city centre so walking past this particular hotel wasn’t anything new, but this time, we stopped. The look of surprise on her face was worth 10 times the price of the room. 2. I was ill with the flu. Proper flu, not man’s “it’s a cold but I’ll say it’s the flu”. My girlfriend at the time bought me some flowers and came round to nurse me. I was touched. 3. Not much of an opera buff but I do love Carmen. I realise that the story line was changed so that she is killed because of her perceived threat to law and order, however, I still well up when she passes away. Can’t think of the piece now (atrocious memory when it comes to names) but if it comes to me, I’ll edit. 4. Strange as it may seem, but Gladiator twangs a heart sting or two. There is this man who battled throughout his life to remain alive, yet, when he has defeated his arch foe, rather than fight on and stay alive, he gives up to be with his wife. I also enjoyed Baz Luhrmann’s adaptation of R&J, even if some of the acting was shite. 5. Oooooh toughie. I’ve purposely left out any references to me and Mrs Kwacky but this time I can’t escape. Sam and I love spending time together. Sad I know but true. So although we’ve frequently gone away together I think it would be nice for me to book something special, like Paris or Vienna, come home and tell her to pack her bags. Hackneyed I know, but there you go. I realise that I’ve not konfessed to anything yet. No point in having a confessional if you can’t open up. Hmm. Where do I start? When I was a wee lad, me and a friend used to sing in the church choir. One week, we stole some money from the collection plate to buy cigarettes. Look, I can't start you off on the big stuff just yet, can I? We hardly know one another. Urban Terror Not much happening. OVER have recently formed and seem a decent bunch. Other stuff Channel 4 had a strange programme concerning women's obsessions with their backsides. The flip side (there always is on C4!) is that this followed one woman who wanted to make it BIGGER For just $14,000!! Only in the dear old US of A. And they wonder why no one likes them? Burn 'em all! Joe has hit the big time! His kittens have made it to mainstream TV. |
