As politicians and media keep telling us, some banks are too big to fail. And yet, they fail again and again. One recent example was last weeks “Q&A” by J.P. Morgan Chase on twitter. You can read here how that went, or, from here, read this entertaining collection of tweets:
Another good one:
All of us have used space on diablog whingeing about air travel.
The most used to the problems associated with this is Smiles
who sends information as to the answer to one of the perennial questions
So now you know!
Yours, diablog, tuned in
I am still in raptures.
On Saturday night we went to listen to Paolo Conte at the London Jazz Festival at Southbank and what a sensational and captivating performance was witnessed. As luck would have it a site to which I subscribed lit up on the 17th July saying he was doing a one nighter and I booked 6 tickets. It was sold out 3 days later!!!
I know, I know, I have banged on about him before (note ER that one clip has been removed for ‘copyright reasons’ by a third party – who?when?how?) but he is sublime. Even better (though different in the clip below) he always but always surrounds himself by musicians at the top of their powers. Incredible.
If you are in London this week (up to and including the 24th) you must go to the Southbank (nearest tube Waterloo) to see
the Royal Festival Hall in all its glory complete with miles of Christmas market and food from all over – and maybe get tickets…
Our ladies, Philippa
first and then Christina
felt you needed something to kick off another winter week with a smile.
Philippa’s, entitled ‘It makes all the difference if you marry a Yorkshire girl’:
Three friends married women from different parts of the world…
The first man married a Greek girl. He told her that she was to do the dishes and house cleaning. It took a couple of days, but on the third day he came home to see a clean house and dishes washed and put away.
The second man married a Thai girl. He gave his wife orders that she was to do …all the cleaning, dishes and the cooking. The first day he didn’t see any results but the next day he saw it was better. By the third day he saw his house was clean, the dishes were done, and there was a huge dinner on the table.
The third man married a girl from Yorkshire. He ordered her to keep the house cleaned, dishes washed, lawn mowed, laundry washed, and hot meals on the table for every meal. The first day he didn’t see anything, the second day he didn’t see anything either but by the third day, some of the swelling had gone down and he could see a little out of his left eye and his arm was healed enough that he could fix himself a sandwich and load the dishwasher. He still has some difficulty when he urinates…
You are not the only one wondering how the otter half lives:
For an otterly adorable view of the whole action go to:
Enjoy your weekend,
My exploits in old cars has received little attention of late as all has been very busy.
Part of the reason I can’t divulge – yet – but as a taster, why, the other day, was most of Glynsky’s garage being loaded on a truck?
I am, would you believe, actually contracted to say no more, but I promise you will be the first to know more when I am able.
In the meantime, the Giulia SS has been out again, this time at a shoot for Classic and Sports Car with an eclectic mix of ‘friends’
when they decided to do an article on cars used in ’60’s TV series such as The Saint, Randall and Hopkirk (deceased),
Level 42 give us Lessons in Love