Showing posts with label senseless. Show all posts
Showing posts with label senseless. Show all posts

Thursday, 11 November 2010

I will say this much...

I've got no problem with folk who choose not to wear a poppy. Each to their own. I understand that there's a perfectly proper, valid argument that it's the State that sends folk off to war and, accordingly, the State should provide properly for the casualties the decision brings. The viewpoint that it shouldn't be left to charitable donations.

The bit I really can't accept is how my own personal choice to pay a couple of pounds and put a poppy on my lapel can be considered by anybody else to be anything other than an acknowledgement that folk who die in the service of their country - whatever that country might be - deserve a wee bit of remembrance. I'm confident I'm not the only one who doesn't intend it as any more of a political gesture than that. (Not that I'd thought of it any other way until the always well-reasoned point was being put to me tonight!)

I'm also glad they halted the business at the Court in Airdrie this morning at 11, and that the Sheriff got everyone up on their feet for a minute's silence. Pretty proactive of her, in this day and age. She even got the Bar Officer to lock the doors. "To stop people wandering in." she said. Aye, maybe. Or maybe to stop one or two of the folk already inside wandering out.


Thursday, 29 January 2009

A bit of a Scooby do

Well, after months of the car having to be started with the manual override keypad, because I, in my technical wisdom, had decided that any repair to the immobiliser set up would be hideously expensive; and despite the fact that the keypad is only designed for emergency use, and accordingly it wasn't that surprising that it was getting a wee bit temperamental and erratic at the continual pounding it was receiving; and regardless of the fact that I was getting increasingly wound up about the whole will it/won't it start thing and yet kept resisting the idea that we should actually book it into the garage for repair, I was still protesting moaning and prophesying doom when Marion decided to take it up to the dealer today.... and they fixed it for free.

I really am a complete erse.



Sunday, 25 January 2009

LTSD

Predictably, I've got a drink in me now. (It's nearly 1am, in fairness)

I'm feeling obliged to point out that of course yon Bookle thing is tragic for all those involved; and their families; and their friends...but this is a tragedy.

Sunday, 11 January 2009

Human nature

I'd noticed a couple of mentions on OM and elsewhere over the past few months about the stag that wanders into the car park at the viewpoint just beyond Bridge of Orchy as you're heading north.

I'd first seen it myself maybe six months ago - basically standing in the queue for the burger van - and creating a considerable stir amongst the tourists. I nearly drove off the road the first time I saw it. Remarkable altogether.

The Sunday Post had an article on it a few weeks back too. A nice feelgood story.

You could nearly write the script yourself of course about what's happened now.

Some fine upstanding citizens went after it with an airgun. A motorist found it lying - still alive - beside the road. The local gamekeeper had to put it out its misery. Literally, no doubt.

There's more detail here, if you feel the need.

It's not just the wicked senselessness of the act itself. It seems to be a truism that folk who would do something like that to an animal don't have an awful long way to go before they would do it to a human being. But such behaviour can breed that kind of attitude in others. Certainly in me it does. Because in the highly unlikely event that they were ever caught, I'd be perfectly happy to pull the fucking trigger on them myself. Which can't really be healthy for anyone concerned.

Sigh.