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I just cannot warm up to that neon ferris wheel being plonked down on The Thames smack in the middle of London. I hates it.

Glad Jack is recovering from his latest battle. Happy New Year.

I watched the London fireworks because I was impatient for pyrotechnics. They seemed to go on and on and on (11 minutes).

I thought V did it better when he blew up the Old Bailey.

The snotty Euros look down on crass Americans, but Euro sports teams sell advertising space on the players’ jerseys.

Weirdly, Man U has the Chevrolet logo on their chests. In 2012, GM paid $600M over ten years for the rights. And then shut down Chevrolet Europe in 2015. Except for the web site: one can browse models and features, configure a new car, and located a dealer to buy it through. But all those dealers have dropped Chevrolet.

For this brilliant corporate management, somebody is pulling down a six-figure salary,

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I’m with you, AliceH. I think it is a hideous abomination – a perfect emblem of the Tony Bliar era, in fact.

Come ye now to London Town
Where the Ferris wheel goes round and round

Taste the food that represents the land
Not fish and chips but a curry stand

Out the old year, and in the new
But it feels the same in the unemployment queue.

The Bulldog’s dead! Long live the Sheep!
Yet under the hill Albion’s Arthur sleeps

Just EU members now, just one tiny part
Subjects taxed for having Beefeaters’ heart

The last reminder of Britain’s glory days
Are bronze tears in Nelson’s one eyed gaze

When goes the Queen the past is dead
The future will be Green…and Red.

The hub of the once great British Empire
Is now just the centre of a worn out tyre

For the record, if I seem a touch dark and moody, it is 0 degrees C this morning, and raining…and freezing, and our guests, God bless their hearts, have been here in our little house since Christmas Eve. They won’t be leaving today, as the roads are too dangerous… so they may as well stay till the weekend. I did put rum in my coffe, and I’m on my third cup, but it’s not helping.

I have to go now. The dog is barking and someone is crying.

I discovered the renaming of what I thought was still called the Millennium Wheel a few months ago while writing a chapter set in London for a series of novels. Simultaneously amused and disappointed. Brits have no excuse for looking down their noses at us Colonists when they allowed that to happen.

I know Coca-Cola is manufactured all over the world, but sponsoring the “London Eye” seems wrong. But I guess it’s better than sponsoring Buckingham Palace. “This Changing of Guard brought to you by Coca-Cola. The Pause that Refreshes.”

happy wheels seems like a kinda dull imaginary friend.
I’m glad the rest of us received more effort from our Weasey’s imaginary friend creators.

Russian Bots lured in by New Years pron!

Mrs D and I hope Mad Jack mends soon. We have a couple of Dane mixes that won’t see the spring equinox unless the Dog-Father takes an active hand and it’s straining our “Keep calm and carry on” faces.

Happy wheels had a link, but I neutered him. I probably should have deleted him outright, but I thought he seemed nonsensical and fun.

Our thoughts with your pups.

There seems to be a universal law that just before an extended holiday weekend one of our pets will need medical attention.

Pushing pills down a cat’s throat is problematic at best. Dogs are easy, a bit of cheese and it’s gone. A vet recommended a pill shooter…which scared the crap out of the cat and got me bit.

Glad Jack’s on the mend.

@Durned and Mrs D,

So sorry to hear that your doggies are ill. Our 14 yr old Springer succumbed to old age a few days into 2018 and the Spousal Unit still wells up.

I totes agree Uncle B…the Gherkin, while kind of a cool design, is is horrid in context and don’t get me started on the Cheese Grater or The Walkie Talkie …but this abomination is in the works. Tulip?!, it looks like a Q-tip or an alien anal probe.

Londoners have lost their damned minds.

It’s age, being the size they are it’s been a good run mostly – 11 years old around this-ish time of year which is pretty dang good for a couple of 120 pounders.

Thanks for the kind thoughts on them, they’re a pair of landmine leaving giant mushpiles who kept us warm on cold nights, and hotter on hot nights.

Thing is, BJM, it’s all part of a trend and one. I have to say, that we borrowed from the States. More offensive by far is seeing a football ground calling itself ‘The Emirates Stadium’.

So sorry, Durned Yankee. I was stroking Charlotte, our eldest cat, this evening and it was like stroking a fur covered skeleton, she is so old and frail. There isn’t a vocabulary to express how one feels about one’s animals.

Paris also had a giant ferriswheel but took it down. I thought all these cities put them up for the millineum.

They are flooding western media with all this crap on how there has to be a second referendum. I call bullshite.

“Pushing pills down a cat’s throat is problematic at best. Dogs are easy, a bit of cheese and it’s gone. A vet recommended a pill shooter…which scared the crap out of the cat and got me bit.”

Butter.

Butter is your friend. Shave a curl of butter and wrap the pill in it like a tiny, tiny pill-sized burrito. If building the burrito makes it too soft, drop it on a bit of wax paper and put it in the fridge to chill and firm up.

At pill time, hold the back of your cat’s head with your left hand and use your left forefinger to slide his mouth open from the back.

Whilst it’s open for that moment pop the butter bomb into his mouth with your right hand. He’ll be pissed for a moment, but hey, butter!

My cat gets her pills twice a day, forever. She’s pretty used to it after 3 years, but still tries to hide from me at pill time.

OMG, the Tulip. It looks more like a sex toy, complete with pleasure nubs.

You’ll keep voting till you choose what we want because that’s how democracy works!

the motto of our masters.