Saturday, 21 January 2017

Two Limericks about Donald Trump

The Trumpets have sounded! No doubt
That the ruling class called a time out.
A breath of fresh air
We can take, if we dare,
But it isn’t yet timely to shout.

I really don’t know about Trump.
Is he good? Is he bad? Can he jump?
But his foes are mine;
And he’ll do just fine,
If he lays them to rest in the dump.

Sunday, 4 December 2016


By the Darn-Poor Rhymer

The X, the Y, the U, the D,
They all flow down towards the C.

The A1 and the 7 greet,
As at a confluence they meet.

The River Eden is in 5;
There, Adam had 6 with his wife.

Old Father Thames we should not hate;
He turns a bend at Chiswick 8.

I’ve 1 more river. It’s the Ts,
And it goes nowhere near St. Bs.

Such talk is Irk-some? And 2ché?
Good 0 from the 4shore of the Wey.

Wednesday, 9 November 2016

What Hillary Clinton did after the election

By the Darn-Poor Rhymer

Hillary Elephant packed her trunk
And said goodbye to the caucus,
Off she slunk as the drums did thump,
Trump, Trump, Trump!

Tuesday, 11 October 2016

The Take Off ride at Nottingham Goose Fair

On Sunday afternoon, October 9th 2016, I went on the Take Off ride at the Nottingham Goose Fair. I hadn’t been on this ride before. In fact, I hadn’t seen it before except on video. It looked a bit scary from the ground, but it also looked like a really good ride. Having watched several ride cycles, I finally summoned up the courage to take a seat.

The seat wasn’t special, but the headrest was soft. And when the safety harness came down, it was very tight around the crotch area. But once I got used to this, I found my seat surprisingly comfy.

There were only 8 people on the ride, and we were lucky to get a really good long ride cycle. Soon, we were riding super fast, with the outer and inner wheels turning in the same direction. It was an amazing feeling – rather like the Twist, but far comfier, because the g-force keeps you pressed back in your seat. I hadn’t enjoyed any ride so much in my 63 years. And we were still on the ground!

Then we slowed and lifted. Generally, the ride was less scary than it had looked from below; though I did choose to keep my eyes focused on the people opposite me. There were a couple of disconcerting moments, most notably when the inner wheel came to a juddering halt before reversing its direction. And I felt a bit dizzy during the part of the ride where the wheels are turning in opposite directions.

But the final section of the ride, where the wheels go the same way again, was beautiful. Now, it felt more like the Cage than the Twist, and it went really fast. It wasn’t as comfy as the first part of the ride; but it was just as much fun.

Without doubt, my first Take Off ride was the most enjoyable fair ride I’ve ever had. Lasting well more than 4 minutes, and worth way more than the £3 it cost. And, just as in a plane, the best part of the ride comes before you leave the ground.

However... Two hours later, I went back for another ride, and it was disappointing. First, the headrest in this seat wasn’t as soft. Second, the ride was shorter than the first. And third, they had changed the ride cycle, and cut out the best part of all – the super fast ride while still on the ground.

But it was still an amazing, exhilarating experience. I’ll be riding the Take Off again as soon as I can.

See Frankie Perkin’s video:

Friday, 30 September 2016

How Americans should react to their upcoming “election”

The Rhymer was ruminating (or should that be rhyminating?) through his archives, and came across this gem, written back in April for his American friends. For some reason, he didn't publish it at the time. But it's still as valid as it ever was.

Who needs Clinton? Who needs Cruz?
Who needs “statesmen” that talk smooth?
Who needs Sanders? Who needs Trump?
Why don’t you chuck them all on the dump?

Who needs taxes? Who needs war?
Who needs police breaking in your door?
Who needs flags that come unfurled?
Why can’t we have a peaceful world?

These scum that want to rule your hearths,
It’s obvious that they’re psychopaths.
So, first, don’t vote! Then think, with me;
It’s time we human beings were free.

Monday, 4 July 2016

The TalkTalk "support" experience

Another offering from the Darn-Poor Rhymer

There’s a fault on my phone line,
Dear Talktalk, dear Talktalk,
There’s a fault on my phone line,
Dear Talktalk, a fault!

Then look on our website,
Dear Neil, dear Neil,
Then look on our website,
And make a report!

There’s no form to report it,
Dear Talktalk, dear Talktalk,
There’s no form to report it,
Dear Talktalk, no form!

Then fire up your mobile,
Dear Neil, dear Neil,
Then fire up your mobile,
Dear Neil, call us!

I don’t have a mobile,
Dear Talktalk, dear Talktalk,
I don’t have a mobile,
So I can’t call you!

Then send us an e-mail,
Dear Neil, dear Neil,
Then send us an e-mail,
Dear Neil, just Send!

The subject is technical,
Dear Talktalk, dear Talktalk,
So my e-mail should go to
Which Talktalk address?

Oh, our techies don’t do e-mail,
Dear Neil, dear Neil,
Our techies don’t do e-mail;
Dear Neil, try Chat!

My Chat’s disconnected,
Dear Talktalk, dear Talktalk,
My Chat’s disconnected,
Dear Talktalk, what next?

Try Chat for a second time,
Dear Neil, dear Neil,
A third time, a fourth time,
Dear Neil, and a fifth!

You’ve now logged the problem,
Dear Talktalk, dear Talktalk,
You’ve now logged the problem,
In an hour and a half.

We’ll call with an update,
Dear Neil, dear Neil,
We’ll call with an update,
Dear Neil, we’ll call!

There’s a fault on my phone line,
Dear Talktalk, dear Talktalk,
There’s a fault on my phone line,
Dear Talktalk, a fault!

Sunday, 3 July 2016

Politics on the planet zaláx

(Neil's Note: This is a section from an article in a copy of the Great Galactic Encyclopaedia, which recently fell into a space-time warp and miraculously ended up on Earth. It describes the history of the political system on a highly civilized planet which the inhabitants call zaláx, meaning “no place”.)

The zaláxpaxīm, as they call themselves, are extremely individualistic. Therefore they don’t have any politics, in the sense in which that word is used by uncivilized and pre-Galactic species today.

Long ago, different pieces of land on zaláx were ruled over by different monarchs. These petty tyrants imposed, on the individuals who happened to live in their realms, whatever laws they thought they could get away with. They also stole between 5 and 10 per cent of individuals’ total wealth each year. They kept some of this wealth for themselves, and distributed the rest to their favourite cronies. In addition, when they attacked or were attacked by other monarchs (which was frequent), they would also demand military assistance from “their” people. From those days come several now disused words in the dictionary, like “monarch” (bapérxh), “tax” (boxhfêx) and “war” (zâgh).

At what is called the Great Awakening (zīmŷlxh), the idea took root that all zaláxpaxīm are morally equal. The first implication of this was that what is right and wrong in a particular situation is the same for every individual zaláxpax of the species. This led to attempts to codify or write down what is right and what is wrong in each set of circumstances. To act rightly is én, so this code of law was called zebexén (literally, “list act rightly”), and the procedure which went with it was called tēchmabéx (justice), literally meaning “hand equal number.” The primary mark of this justice was (and is) that every individual deserves to be treated as they treat others.

All taxes and wars were ended by the new code. But some monarchs had imposed harsher laws than others (for example, prostitution had been illegal in many realms, and guns illegal in some). The new code included only those laws which were common to all realms, or should have been common to all realms according to the view of the sages of the day. Individuals were free to contract with others to mutually keep to stricter codes of law (zebexhén) if they wished.

The second implication was that the monarchs and their cronies could have no privileges over those who lived in their former realms. And in particular, land and other property that individuals had fairly and rightly earned should belong to them, not be plundered. This led to what was called the Justification (tēchmabéxdax). This was far from a socialistic idea; it did not take away from the monarchs or their cronies anything they owned that wasn’t rightly someone else’s. It merely returned to all zaláxpaxīm the rights to what they had justly earned.

The third implication was that the monarchs and their cronies had to find some way to live, other than by stealing or making war on other monarchs. Many, indeed most, of them offered their services as judges (tēchmabéxpax) in return for a payment. As the market for justice became more competitive, a system grew up whereby anyone could offer their services as a judge, if clients would have them.

Judges could award compensation (īhomfêx) for damage done. Some of them, at first, imposed criminal punishments (zapenza’endál) too. However zaláxpaxīm, like all fully Galactic species, are by nature extremely honest, and will ostracize those they consider to be criminals (zapenza’ôr or “criminal not see”). So today, murder (zapenza’ŷlxhma) is the only crime which carries a punishment beyond restitution and ostracism.

When zaláxpaxīm joined the Galaxy, they found that Galactic law (galaxhén) was very similar to their own code. So they describe other species and individuals, who obey such codes, as pén, a good person; or galáxhlō, like a Galactic.