Southampton's main attraction seems to be the seafaring life as it has on the end of the bay a great area of water known as the waterfront! The newspaper which serves the South is
entitled: Southern Daily Echol and the frontpage news is
OH MY GOD I'VE SHOT MY HUSBAND!
Murder is rife! I recently bought a DVD of Murder on The Orient Express and certainly am not a crime writer like Agatha Christie but nevertheless the headline intrigues me! I read on and ...this is another story brought before the Crown Court at Winchester/the accused was /playing with a gun and it just went off/the case continues ...
I have often been amazed by the current obsession with Grandchildren! They after all are surely known as other names such as ... my son or daughter: our students: our neighbours: our friends: our colleagues: it seems to be a generalisation that needs put to right!
The other generalisation I hate is the word: PENSIONER: according to the dictionary it describes someone who collects a pension: in another language such as French this word means flat or apartment! So I find it misleading! Do these people line the street as
Pensioners really as a sop for ... Old People .. unemployed ... flat hunters ... fat ... anorexic! What happened to all those labels! I often thought too that in the past it was associated with poverty the name PENSIONER bears huge stigma where I come from as its associated with being a /lousy freak/ /a rotten cad/ /a time waster/ /a moaning minnie/
It was pointed out too that His Holiness Pope Benedict XIV is not known as a British or American Pensioner/he is the leader of all of us Roman Catholics/and he is not given to
such silliness either!
I was accused recently to submitting myself to this silliness and I pointed it that I hadnt - I am a author published in America for the First TIme! So I don't go round as a
I am a decent and upstanding person who will continue working just as before!
Onto better news: paper Court Offers reams of Good Living that is what we are all after - none of us want to end up half dead with guards all around us reminding us
/we died out years ago/
THREE SCORE YEARS AND TEN! Some of us may live longer but every day of happiness is an added blessing. Good reading in The Southern Evening Echo!