Dithyramb

What do you do...

...when your wife refuses you to marry a second woman

Well, lock her up offcourse!

"A Saudi man in his fifties locked his wife inside the house storage room for a month because she refused to allow him to marry another wife, Al-Watan reported. The fifty-year-old man went to a family to ask for their daughter’s hand in marriage, however the family insisted that his current wife would have to make the request. Not surprisingly when he asked his wife she refused. After several attempts at convincing her failed, he locked her in the storage room for a month and cut off the electricity."

Oh, can't you just feel the love emenating...

Reindeer War?

Grazing conflict

Yesterday at Hilarios

Warm & Sunny

It's warm and sunny so I'm off to the pub.

Tony Blair Wins the UK Election

Cool Britannia!

Congratulations are in order.

Rule Britannia ( Music by Thomas Arne)
a poem by James Thompson

When Britain first, at heaven's command,
Arose from out the azure main;
This was the charter of the land,
And guardian Angels sung this strain:

Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never will be slaves.

The nations, not so blest as thee,
Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall:
While thou shalt flourish great and free,
The dread and envy of them all.

Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
More dreadful, from each foreign stroke:
As the loud blast that tears the skies,
Serves but to root thy native oak.

Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame:
All their attempts to bend thee down,
Will but arouse thy generous flame;
But work their woe, and thy renown.

To thee belongs the rural reign;
Thy cities shall with commerce shine:
All thine shall be the subject main,
And every shore it circles thine.

The Muses, still with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coast repair:
Blest isle! with matchless beauty crowned,
And manly hearts to guard the fair.