Poem Exchange

I sent an e mail on the Sabbath; I cast my bread upon the waters. The quote continues “for you will find it after many days”. This makes no investment sense. Chucking a perfectly good crust away and getting a soggy, mouldy, inedible mess back is akin to investing with Neil Woodford. But I digress.

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The Tangier Regiment

I’ve read enough about how Brexit has divided the country. It is small beer compared to the Restoration 360 years ago. One issue then was the creation of an army forged from Parliamentary and Royalist forces; necessary as there were three Anglo-Dutch wars between 1652 and 1674. But I must digress.

Eliza Walstein

Francis Plowden’s comment on In the Name of St Patrick may have aroused your curiosity. I have persuaded him to turn Guest Blogger and tell an extraordinary tale.

Titles and Forms of Address

John Tuffin asks an interesting question, commenting on Coronavirus Chronicle III: “I have always been puzzled as to why Galahad and Freddie are Honourables, and not Lord Galahad and Lord Frederick. Lord Emsworth’s sisters are Lady Constance and Lady Julia, as one would expect. Is this explained anywhere?”

Coronavirus Chronicle III

Well this year there’s something to cheer up Osbert Lancaster’s Lord and Lady Grumpy. “But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined … “ (Macbeth, Act 3, Scene 4)

Quis Separabit

The Irish Guards were formed on 1st April 1900 by Queen Victoria. The Colonel of the Regiment is my first royal guest blogger; thank you, Colonel Wiliam.

How About a Walk?

Most of us want to do the right thing. The “thing” for us is daily exercise. Hitherto I enjoyed walking over to Hammersmith Bridge, crossing and walking about seven miles up to Richmond, then catching a tube home.

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Plum Pie

It was jolly chilly yesterday. Bertie voted for Wimbledon Common for a walk so we sallied forth. I find golf clubs pretty rum. In a proper club there is no Chairman’s chair in the bar but at the Royal Wimbledon there is a parking space for the Ladies’ Captain; perfect ‘tho I hoped she didn’t… Continue reading Plum Pie

Coronavirus Chronicle II

Sunday 29th March, 2020 Woke up unusually late, 7.30, feeling rather seedy. A surfeit of The King’s Ginger more likely than coronavirus. Unlike me, my iPad remembered the UK had changed to British Summer Time.

In the Name of St Patrick

Charities are providing critical support to help communities, and vulnerable people across society, cope but they are staring into a funding chasm.  Extract from a letter published in WeekendFT yesterday from a slew of charity bosses.

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