James Bond & Brexit Petrol

 

There has been a great deal of fuss in recent days concerning the latest Bond film.  This has moved me none, films are things I rarely watch, 5 minutes and I am turning off and doing something useful like reading a book.  Most are just repeats in a different setting, many porn (how do I know?), many junk, and within a few minutes the unrealistic acting turns me off.  I have however, seen several 'Bond' films, especially the earlier ones with a proper James Bond, a tall, debonair, cultured Scotsman.  This I think was what was in Ian Flemings mind as he wrote the books in a Scottish outpost in the Caribbean.  

Today's 'woke' think Bond a rapist, a woman abuser, an altogether nasty man, and indeed in real life Sean could be a bit of a rogue.  It is clear such 'snowflakes' have not lived through a war situation, have never feared an attack on the nation, nor indeed seen real life!  

Some believe Bond to be an image of a real everyday British spy, however, I do not consider this to be the case.  Real spy work tends to be boring, secrative, and far from glamorous, though some do 'disapear.'  Spies are usually attached to embassy outbuildings.  The Soviet Delegation high up on Hampstead Hill was a nest of Russian spies, none found in the Embassy itself, apparently, and when we occasionaly sent spies back home they usually came from Highgate.  I suspect little has changed there under Putin, the 'Workers Friend.'

Now arguments are raging as to the next James Bond, always a demand he is a black, or that he is a she.  That might well be the case these days of course.  Bond has to be a man, and a Scots one at that, there can be no alternatives.  There are plenty of tales regarding women and blacks acting as spies, make up a new series if that is what you want to see I say.

Will I go and see the new film?  No...

 

I nipped downstairs to post a wrongly delivered letter this afternoon, once the torrential rain ceased.  As I looked down the road I could see the road blocked at Sainsburys garage.  They had a delivery this morning and being Friday the cars are already forming a long queue.  Friday of course is when people shop, the vast traffic from Sainsburys up the road meets the queues down the road.  I do hope they, and the people coming from the industrial estate do not run out of petrol in the traffic.  

Brexit, the success that never ceases to give!

 

Good News and Bad, for Some.

Another Edinburgh Derby, another Derby played at Hampden, another victory for the Heart of Midlothian.  Rain, storm, offside goals and dives for penalties did not cease the onward advance of the men in maroon.  

Indeed it was ever thus, since the first cup final between these two clubs, the Heart of Midlothian winning by 1 - 3 at Logie Green Road, and in all subsequent major semi and finals the Heart of Midlothian succeed.  The last final was in 2012 where the wee team bravely lasted until the end of the game, not counting the one sent off, and lost by 5 goals to 1.  Tee Hee, it is inevitable the Big Team will win such games.

Look at the overall record.

 

1896

 

Since the first meeting between these clubs at the East Meadow in Edinburgh on Christmas Day 1875, which the Heart of Midlothian won by one goal to nil, success has always been with the men in maroon.  So far some 651 game have been played between the sides, the Heart of Midlothian winning 286 Hibs 206, mostly with the help of biased referees.  6 games were abandoned, the Hibs went home when the could not take another beating, or complained it was 'too cold.'   The Hearts have scored some 1100 goals and with the help off dubious penalties and their friendly linesmen Hibs have accrued, what they say, is 924 goals.  Hmmm.  In simple terms what this means is that if Hibernian wish to win as many games as us it could take them 20 years to catch up, but as you realise, that will never happen.

 

The sad news regarding the passing of Sean Connery is not a surprise, he was 90.  However, he is without a doubt the best actor Scotland has produced and will forever be 'James Bond' to one and all. He went from a milk round, horse and cart and all, to 'Dr No' and Ursilla Andress.  Not bad for a milkman.  He delivered in Comley Bank for the 'St Cuthberts Dairy,' my dad did the same round for 'The Edinburgh & Dumfrieshire Dairy,' known as the 'Dummy.'  He went from that to the United Wire Works.'  It does not seen fair...

 

 

I will not mention this, just in case the folks in Taffs Well are listening....