Showing posts with label Capital of Great Britain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Capital of Great Britain. Show all posts

Monday, February 5, 2018

More News From London?



More News From London?

From The Times.

National Health Service

Britain’s National Health Service paid the equivalent of over $2000 for a skin moisturizer that costs $2.80 in the local Boots pharmacy, $960 for a jar of coconut oil that sells for $1.41.  And the NHS has a problem with finances?  I’m shocked, but as my uncle once said, when I asked him how much it cost to get married, “I don’t know yet, I’m still paying.”  So are the Brits.

Show aims to break the mould (Brit spelling) by covering stage in clay

Three tons of clay are to be piled on the stage of Sadler’s Wells theatre for a performance during which dancers will manipulate the material and create sculptures.  This must be Mud Lake.  The older version had something to do with swans.

Later there will be mud wrestling, followed by water poured over the mud, while the orchestra plays “How I Miss the Mississippi.”

NHS Again

No news is not always good news.  And for NHS patients, no news is worse news.  Almost 400,000 letters are stuck in a warehouse after doctors continued sending them to a private company that had lost its contract.  The missives, including 1800 urgent test results, will cost $3,384,000 to sort out. 

Urgent for Mr. Freddie Greenwall:  Test results indicate something terrible will happen to your wee-wee.  Come in and let’s discuss your impending life as the bearded lady.

Urgent for Mrs. Paula Winters: Your estrogen level is so low you may now use the men’s room and apply for an addadicktome.  You are number 45, 402.  Currently serving number 4.

What’s In A Name?

Any of these names sound familiar?  Stinky Bay, Nuncle Dicks, Yellow Dog With No Teeth Bridge, Pissy Mare, Shittin Heugh, and Camel’s Humps?  Yes, they are all places in England, local names that don’t appear on maps.  Yes, these are real places. To stamp out confusion, The Ordnance Survey has been working with emergency services to produce a map that will include these and other local names.  Thank god they found something important to work on before it was too late!  The U.S. Geographic Names Information System (GNIS) has followed suit and will include the local names for Congress: Rumbling Bowels, and Ranting Knaves.

School Wits

Ripostes from teachers:

“Works hard at the subjects he likes………needs to increase the number of subjects he likes.”

From a University tutor:  “Surely in a week you had time to write a shorter essay.”


More dolphins and whales stranded in Cornwall. 

A total of 249 dolphins, porpoises, and whales were stranded on the beaches in Cornwall last year.  However many were able to lose enough weight to fit back into their swimsuits and leave on their own.

Ibuprofen may affect fertility of unborn girls

Taking ibuprofen in the first three months of pregnancy could harm the future fertility of a woman’s unborn daughter, a study suggests.

Could harm?  A study suggests?  That’s enough disclaimers to choke an insurance adjuster. And what about the discrimination factor?  Shouldn’t sons be affected, too?  Maybe. Possibly.  Some studies may suggest. I guess. No clue.

Television

A television advert featuring Captain Birds Eye jumping into the sea with his grandson has been pulled after complaints from a woman whose son died after jumping into cold water. No I did not make this up.

Another ad for laxatives was pulled when a woman was accidently ass-fixiated.  Yes, I did make this up.

Dog Bites Man, Especially If He’s a Bit of a Worrier

From a study published in the Journal of Epidemiology And Community Health

Epidemiology:  the branch of medicine that deals with the incidence, distribution, and possible control of diseases and other factors relating to health.  They also give odds on sporting events and suggest that men prefer blonds and brunettes are pissed.

These Epides say that 6750 people per year in England require hospital treatment for dog bites. Twice as many men are bitten as women. But, the study also found that the incident rate could be three times higher.  Well, that clears things up.  You may look 25, but you could actually be 75.  And that car you bought for $35,000, we’re made a very slight price adjustment.

Anyway, these folks, who’s motto is:  measure with a micrometer, mark it with a grease pencil and cut it with an axe, interviewed people in a semi-rural town in Cheshire, who were asked to fill in a questionnaire to assess their emotional stability.  Two people stabbed their interviewers with pencils, and several others sicced their dogs on ‘em.  The scientists from the University of Liverpool say they will have to readjust their stats and must sent the interviewers back, which caused a minor riot in which several scientists were bitten, and several others were dog collared and locked in cages. 

No, they really speculated that neurotic people are more likely to be bitten because a.  Neurotic people might behave in ways more likely to provoke dogs or b.  People who have been bitten become more nervous.  Never would have guessed that last one.

Well, Leroy, I’m going with a + b. I’m getting neurotic from trying to figure out the real conclusions and getting nervous about my own sanity for reading this article.

But, I do have some suggestions for further study.  Why do American dogs bark and German dogs don’t?

And why is it that Japanese dogs not only don’t bark, but have learned to cross streets at the crosswalks?

Yes, both are true.




Friday, December 1, 2017

People of London, Part I





London is a city of over ten million people, so if you go to London, don’t chat with the natives and tell me you didn’t have a good time, I say you passed up ten million reasons to enjoy yourself!

Take Mahmood, an Afgan who works in a vast and open souvenir shop near Piccadilly.  It’s a busy, bustling store and Mahmood patrols the front door, not really hawking product, but standing by to answer questions.  A few minutes of looking at gloves attracts his attention and he comes over to help.  His English is excellent and shortly you learn he was an interpreter for American forces in his home country…make that battleground…he’s probably seen more gunfire than a Chicago policeman…well that may be an exaggeration. Afghanistan is not as lawless.

Mahmood

When Mahmood applied to come to the United Kingdom, he ran into a roadblock.  But, the story has a happy ending.  He contacted his former American bosses, who contacted British authorities and the doors opened.  “I came here with nothing,” he tells us, smiling.  He has reason to smile.  He’s now a Londoner, with a good job and bright prospects.

He’s not alone.  London is a melting pot and with the demise of the British Empire has become even more so.  Did you realize London’s mayor is a Muslim?  Sadiq Khan, who was born in Tooting, a burb of south London.  Which brings up the question of, what does melting pot really mean?  Here’s a thumbnail of London’s ethnicity:

87.5% White
6% Asian, British Asian (on the British census, there is no Arab category)
2.9% Black, British Black
1.9% Mixed
1.6% Chinese and others

37% of London’s population was born outside the United Kingdom

What about religions in London?
52.9% Christian
13.5% Muslim
5.5% Hindu
2% Jewish
1.7% Sikh
1.1% Buddhist
22.7% Don’t claim any religion

We didn’t ask Mahmood about his religion, but I’m betting he isn’t Jewish.

Just down the street we meet Michael, a British Bobby, a happy guy and happy to help. Saw him pose with tourists and use their camera to help them get a group photo.  His ex lives in the U.S., near St. Louis and he is white and a native Londoner. Likes American football and enjoyed roaming the U.S.  The Metropolitan Police got the right man to patrol Leicester Square!
 
Sir Robert 'Bobby' Peel

Do you know how did the British national police force get the slang name Bobbies?  Quick answer, Sir Robert Peel…hence Bobby…worked to create the Metropolitan Police Force, which just covered London at first, but in the 1850s went national. Also called ‘Coppers’ because of the buttons on their original tunics.

Chat with anyone else?  Oh, hell yes!  Wherever you go, all you have to do is show a little interest.  Even in a pub called The Comedy Pub?  Yes, sir. 

Marek, a young man, but the head barman is from Poland.  “So, how did you manage to pick up English?”

“Well, I’ve lived here three years, but a couple of years ago my
 English was still not good.  It was New Year’s and I thought to myself, 
New Year, New Me!  I couldn’t bear to give up smoking and drinking, 
so I decided to really learn English.  It helps that I work here,” he said, 
with an arm sweep around the room. “I have to speak English all day
 and most of the night.”
 
“What other languages do you speak?”
 
“I worked as an interior designer in Poland and had to work with Czechs
 and Slovaks, so I speak those also.”
 
The man speaks four languages and works as a barkeeper! In America
 he’d be a linguistic god!
 
How about the other fellow tending bar?
 
Graham is from Glasgow, but has an English accent, not a Scottish one. 
“Came here with my parents when I was very small. They have thick
 accents. I don’t know why, but I never picked it up.”
 
We got to chatting about travel.  Graham has visited several places on the
continent.  What did you think about Germany and the German people?
 
“Very clinical.”  And, I’m thinking, very profound.


Graham on the left, Marek on the right


 
PART II OF PEOPLE OF LONDON COMING SOON…