Since I wasn’t in Germany for once, I went to look at the procession of judges to the Lord Chancellor’s Breakfast.
Lord Judge, the Lord Chief Justice:
Lord Dyson, the Master of the Rolls:
A non-lawyer (no wig):
Photographing us!
A conglomeration of circuit judges:
Recorders?
Lord Chancellor’s Breakfast without a breakfast, 1931 (Pathé News)
I am surely not the first person to wonder how far free-range eggs (Eier aus Freilandhaltung) actually range.
See Down with free-range chickens! Up with free-range eggs! (quoting Thomas More):
They breed an infinite multitude of chickens in a very curious manner; for the hens do not sit and hatch them, but a vast number of eggs are laid in a gentle and equal heat in order to be hatched, and they are no sooner out of the shell, and able to stir about, but they seem to consider those that feed them as their mothers, and follow them as other chickens do the hen that hatched them.
I don’t think More foresaw these:
It seems you can also get free-range pickled eggs, albeit from England – but after today’s referendum that might be necessary.
On Monday, there was a match between FC Nürnberg and Greuther Fürth. Both are in the 2. Liga at the moment.
Lisa Neun, one of the earliest bloggers I remember, who blogs cartoons from Fürth, also belongs to a group of Fürth supporters in Erlangen. See the cartoon Warum ich Frankenderbys liebe.
The reason why Greuther Fürth’s symbol is a green cloverleaf has nothing to do with the Germans’ love of Irish pubs. The cloverleaf is a symbol found all over Fürth architecture – for reasons unknown – and green is the club’s colour.
Fürth won by 5 to 1 and the Nuremberg fans contributed some real fireworks.
A self-defeating sign:
An ungrammatical sign:
Inside Sainsbury’s in Hornchurch, on a garden bench beyond the tills: In loving memory of Les and Flo Ware. They shopped till they dropped. – Not sure whether to believe this. I can’t trace these people’s dates of death.
Sorry. Cannot hear through glass. Please come round.
This was at the end of March 2014 so it’s too late to phone up.
It’s odd how some graffiti seem to bring out an aspect of the original that you hadn’t been conscious of (Tottenham Court Road).
