Mike Richards

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February 2005



More Wilkinson the shop, rather than the flyhalf

Sunday, 27 February 2005 2:35 P GMT+01
It’s too cold in the Arctic waste which is Epsom, Surrey, England, to venture outside, so an afternoon in front of the TV is called for.  But what to watch?  I have a satellite dish I picked up from a Jodrell Bank

Elephants never forget a fire

Saturday, 26 February 2005 9:29 A GMT+01
Oscar night tomorrow night.  I rarely go to the pictures and my knowledge of films is poor.  If it’s not got George C Scott playing General George S Patton (and his lust for glory according to the films’ subtitle) then I haven’t seen it.  I

The begonias standing on Platform 69

Saturday, 26 February 2005 12:59 A GMT+01
It has rained/snowed and whatever the past participle of to sleet is this week.  A consequence is that the pavements in London (not paved with gold for anyone reading this outside of England’s capital) and very damp indeed.  Because Benito Mussol

Scent - never to return

Thursday, 24 February 2005 12:59 A GMT+01
Why is hotel soap so inferior?  It is not worth washing while you’re away and risking the onset of scurvy such is the low quality.  Why also is the canister set at such a height in the baths in hotel bathrooms that only Twizzle (see any one of Ge

Round-the-world Cruz

Monday, 21 February 2005 4:44 P GMT+01
So, Mr and Mrs Beckham have had a new child ca

Fox is off, love

Friday, 18 February 2005 12:56 P GMT+01
So, that’s the ending of hunting in this country.  What will they do with all those red coats?  Donate them to old pillar-boxes who are feeling the cold, perhaps?  I never went hunting – red doesn’t suit me; I can’t drink out of small cups

Tickets, please

Thursday, 17 February 2005 7:11 P GMT+01
Are London bidding for the Olympics in 2012 (just before quarter past eight in the evening)?  Many things, which are normally common sights in and around central London where I work, have been replaced with banners and other assortments of bunting i

A daphnia never changes its spots

Wednesday, 16 February 2005 6:06 P GMT+01
The Daily Mail (or Holy Grail if you are into medieval rhyming cockney slang) on each day of its publication runs a picture - usually of something furry (and legal).  Today’s copy has a 12-foot cross between a lion and a tiger called a “liger

It's behind you - in 24 years' time

Tuesday, 15 February 2005 1:13 P GMT+01
In the papers today there is news of a possible giant asteroid narrowly missing the Earth.  This will happen on Friday, 13th February 2029.  I shall be nearing 72, so couldn’t give a monkey’s.  If you are reading this and will be younger than

Lolly sticks today - giant redwood tomorrow

Monday, 14 February 2005 6:21 P GMT+01
I gave up karate in 1976.  A consequence of which is I do not like travelling home late on trains. I went twice to learn karate in a south London hospital.  This seemed a safe bet should there be any attack made by me (or likely, on me) - A&E w

Beavers in my office

Saturday, 12 February 2005 1:02 P GMT+01
Most days I have to wear a suit to work.  It’s a kind of uniform.  Not like my cub uniform – no bad thing as I had to wear shorts and have legs so pale, due to total lack of exercise, you would never see anything that white on a paint colour ch

Checkpoint Micky

Friday, 11 February 2005 9:14 A GMT+01
I am just finishing John Le Carre’s latest novel Absolute Friends.  It is, like most of Le Carre’s writings, abut the clandestine world of spies.  I don’t think I’d make a good spy.  I don’t like being unpopular and the thought of the St

Nehmen Sie mein Platz?

Thursday, 10 February 2005 6:08 P GMT+01
I have discovered a way to get a seat on a crowded tube without giving the impression of having the early signs of consumption.  One should read a book which no one else is reading and also make sure it’s one people would not assume you would be r

Push now, Mr Richards

Wednesday, 9 February 2005 8:50 A GMT+01
Today is Ash Wednesday.  Forty days (and forty nights) of fasting or giving something up. I gave up smoking as a 14 year-old after being caught by my mother (after a two-week No. 6 smoking binge) and having had the (literally) mother-of-all-bollocki

Tossing

Tuesday, 8 February 2005 2:11 P GMT+01
Because I cannot cook, I shall not be tossing any pancakes this evening, Shrove Tuesday.  Because I have high cholesterol I shall not be eating them either.  One thing, however, which puzzles me round this Mardi Gras/Shrove Tuesday/Fashing (dependi

Chivalry in the 20th Century

Monday, 7 February 2005 1:55 P GMT+01
30 years of commuting into and out of London and I have still not got to grips with being assertive on train platforms.  So much so I get a train an hour earlier than I really have to to prevent any unwanted fights.  I have no predilection for sitt

Semolina

Sunday, 6 February 2005 9:13 P GMT+01
Cut backs are in evidence in today’s airlines.  Saturday saw me on a return flight to the Bavaria’s main city, Munich and the offering from the Lufthansa stewards on the outward flight was the choice of a cheese roll or nothing. There was anothe

Blog - Chinese toilet, perhaps?

Saturday, 5 February 2005 12:59 A GMT+01
Dear Diary Today is the first day of my Blog Diary. A new word to add to my rather small, but growing vocabulary. Sounds like a Chinese toilet. I notice that there is no speller checker on this system. That will show up a million flaws (floors?) in m