Pete

Never Tear Us Apart

I very rarely put up music suggestions on the Diablog as I tend to leave the choice of songs to our so called experts.

I happened to hear this song again last night and I felt it was worthy of bringing to your attention.
The artist Paloma Faith covered this song which was originally performed by Australian rock group INXS back in August 1988.

Paloma has a great voice and an interesting look, and we should all ignore the rumours about Glynsky and her great grandmother.

ER

50 Shades of Grey – the final word

Dear Reader,

The better half of diablog, Pete, wrote plenty about 50 shades of grey here and here. A few days ago I found online, what I believe is the final word on that:

“After reading those novels my girlfriend asked me to dominate her.

I suggested a round of scrabble.”

Have a peaceful Sunday,
Engine Room

ER

Classic Sunday Morning

Dear Reader,

Sunday mornings are special, aren’t they? Everything is a bit slower, more peaceful, silent and relaxed. Unless you have to work, of course.

How do you start your Sunday mornings?
One of my preferred ways is to listen to this:

Bach’s Brandenburg Concerto No. 2., BWV 1047.
Bach composed way over 1,000 pieces. And this is among my favorites.

Enjoy your Sunday,
Engine Room

Glynsky

a great day to all…

Dear diablog,

It’s that wonderfully chocolate time of year again – which for the second year in a row I mark with  those irreverent eggs and a couple bitten bunnies!

And, to add an extra angle, this wonderfully ridiculous (though probably urban myth) supposed exchange of messages at sea:

This is the transcript of a radio conversation of a US naval ship with Canadian authorities off the coast of Newfoundland in October, 1995.

Radio conversation released by the Chief of Naval Operations 10-10-95.

Americans: Please divert your course 15 degrees to the North to avoid a Collision.

Canadians: Recommend you divert YOUR course 15 degrees to the South to avoid a collision.
Americans: This is the Captain of a US Navy ship. I say again, divert YOUR course.

Canadians: No. I say again, you divert YOUR course.

Americans: This is the aircraft carrier USS Lincoln, the second largest ship in the United States’ Atlantic fleet. We are accompanied by three destroyers, three cruisers and numerous support vessels. I demand that YOU change your course 15 degrees north, that’s one five degrees north, or countermeasures will be undertaken to ensure the safety of this ship.

Canadians: This is a lighthouse.

Happy Easter  to all.

Glynsky

Glynsky

thank goodness it was (a) good friday…

Dear diablog,

Just back from France and I can’t wait to break into this year’s crop of chocolate Easter eggs. Yippeee! But there is still a day to go so time for a Friday, though today is Saturday!
The weather in Bordeaux was a balmy 20 degrees and after a hard day’s labour we would repair to the square for a Kir and cashews! And now I am back at 2 degrees – and hot chocolate!

First, for all our ladies, a wonderfully true submission from Philippa

phillipa-real

who I guess speaks from experience (can’t be referring to me, I abhor golf!)

A WOMAN’S POEM: 

Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray for a man who’s not a creep,
One who’s handsome, smart and strong. One who loves to listen long, One who thinks before he speaks, One who’ll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he’s rich and self-employed, And when I spend, won’t be annoyed.
Pull out my chair and hold my hand.. Massage my feet and help me stand.
Oh send a king to make me queen.
A man who loves to cook and clean.
I pray this man will love no other. And relish visits with my mother.

A MAN’S POEM:

I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with Big tits who owns a bar on a golf course, And loves to send me fishing and drinking.
This Doesn’t rhyme and I don’t give a shit.

Then, from Cousin Giovanni

cousin-giovanni

who has been very quiet of late, a very funny Italian take on the election of a pope!

papa

Meanwhile, Christina

christina

who like me hates cats but loves pussying around whacked this out…

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