Mental Feng Shui

I don’t usually like the stuff that arrives as a email chain letters but as this came from an unusual source I read it and liked it. Not a bad way to live your life. (I gather it originated from the Tony Robbin’s organisation)

  1. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.
  2. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other.
  3. Don’t believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want.
  4. When you say, ‘I love you,’ mean it
  5. When you say, ‘I’m sorry,’ look the person in the eye.
  6. Be engaged at least six months before you get married.
  7. Believe in love at first sight.
  8. Never laugh at anyone’s dreams. People who don’t have dreams don’t have much.
  9. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it’s the only way to live life completely.
  10. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.

Twitter – The Onion’s opinion.


The Celtic Talibanate – John Naughton

The late Dermot Morgan once described The Christian Brothers as the world’s first para-military teaching organisation.

I was brought up as a Catholic in Cardiff and heard tales from my mother of the Nuns’ brutality in her native Ireland. I experienced random acts of corporal “punishment” at both my prep and grammar schools at the hands of the De La Salle Brothers and secular teachers. What I could never understand is why there was little rhyme or reason for their actions. The last time it happened I was aged 14 and was subjected to four strokes of the cane for the crime of forgetting my rugby kit.

To my knowledge there was no sexual element in any of the actions of my teachers, or perhaps I didn’t realise that it was happening elsewhere and to others. The report issued last week about the extent of abuse in Ireland and the church & state’s complicity is truly shocking.

As usual John Naughton’s words are better than mine. You can read his blog here.

The Monday Morning Quote #42

“Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of someone else.”

Judy Garland

5 Ways To Move Up On Google

Nice posting from Elancer.

Informative but not too techie.

Welcome Spike

spike-may2009Regular readers will know that our lovely old labrador Freddie went to doggy heaven, or wherever, recently. We have found out that we will be getting a new companion called Spike on Friday, another lab but black this time. He is being found a new home because his previous owner is in ill health, apparently she wasn’t in a position to exercise him and fed him well so plenty of walkies to come. He’s 33 months old and a big boy, have a look.

To see ourselves as others see us.

I’m “old-fashioned” enough to be irritated by messily presented clinicians, David Hepworth agrees following his accident this from his blog.

Playing doctors and nurses

A traffic accident this weekend – don’t ask, nothing broken – brought us into contact with the emergency services. In the space of a couple of hours up to twenty professionals were inserted, with due urgency, into our lives. All of them were polite and helpful but I couldn’t help being confused by what they were or were not wearing.

No problem with the police and the ambulance services who are all uniformed and clearly wear the insignia of their rank. But when you get to A&E you’re thrown into an environment whose occupants’ habiliments range from uniform through half-hearted uniform to no kind of uniform at all. You’re prodded and ministered to by nurses wearing different outfits, examined by a young doctor with his shirt outside his trousers, then another doctor who is presumably more senior because he’s slightly older and finally injections and other elements of treatment are administered by people wearing the “scrubs” that are familiar to all lovers of “M.A.S.H.”. And then there are the people you don’t deal with directly. I was eyeballing a huge, overweight, unshaven, extensively tattooed man with some nervousness until he looked at the board at the end of the bed and I realised he was an orderly. Looking around you weren’t entirely sure who worked there and who was just visiting. This may work in a fashionable hotel but I don’t know how appropriate it is in this environment.

I’m sure that the treatment was entirely professional and correct but I can’t help but think that it looked slovenly. And when things look slovenly, they can often be slovenly. When you’re thrown into this kind of environment, usually in some distress, surely it has to help if you can immediately work out who the people are, what role they fulfil and, also, who’s in charge. Obviously, I’m old fashioned. The first family doctor I remember checked my pulse against a pocket watch produced from his waistcoat pocket. I don’t expect him to come back. Nonetheless I believe that at times of distress there’s an enormous amount to be said for formality.

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