The Seer

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This entertaining and thought-provoking online video animation is well worth watching. Dr Q. points to that other dimension that is always there to be noticed, discovered and enjoyed. Just Click Here

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After an exhaustive review of the research literature, here’s the final word on nutrition and health.:

1. Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.
2. Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.
3. Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.
4. Italians drink excessive amounts of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.
5. Germans drink beer and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.
6. The French eat foie-gras, full fat cheese and drink red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than us

CONCLUSION:

Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills you.

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Soon after Queen Victoria bought Balmoral Castle on Scotland’s river Dee, she spent one Sunday afternoon being rowed on the river. A woman who believed in the strict observance of the Sabbath said to her minister, “Isn’t it dreadful!” “What’s dreadful?” asked the minister. “The Queen’s rowing on the river on the Sabbath,” said the irate woman. The minister reminded her that Jesus was on the Sea of Galilee on the Sabbath. “Two wrongs,” said the woman, “don’t make a right.”

Norman Victor Hope

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The Rev Harland Butterley, a much appreciated Australian clerical speaker, was invited to speak at a monthly lunch meeting of the Rotary Club. Also present at the meeting was a reporter from the local newspaper, who enjoyed as much as anyone the vicar’s light-hearted ecclesiastical anecdotes.

At the end of his speech, Butterley approached the reporter and begged him not to print too many of his tales as he wished to use them at future speaking engagements. To Butterley’s dismay, when he read the newspaper a few days later, the reporter had written, “The vicar made an excellent speech but most of the stories he told cannot be repeated here.”

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Addressing a group of schoolboys, a bishop gave this example of moral courage — a boy in a dormitory who, in front of the others, kneels down and says his prayers before hopping into bed.

The bishop then asked the boys if they could think of another example.

“Sir,” piped up one boy, “A bishop in a dormitory full of other bishops who hops into bed without saying his prayers!”

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Customer to optician: At first I was an agnostic, then I saw the light! I became a seeker, then I saw the light! I became a devotee, then I saw the light and became a mystic. Then I saw the light and merged with The Infinite .… I’d like to buy some sun-glasses please.

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“Scuse me Mate?,” said the passenger from the back seat, tapping the taxi driver on the shoulder.

The driver recoiled instantly in fright, lost control of the cab, swerved and nearly hit a bus, jumped the curb and stopped just inches from the plate-glass window of an office.

For a few moments, everything was silent. Then the driver said, “Geeze, you scared the daylights out of me!”

“I’m sorry,” said the passenger. “I didn’t realise a tap on the shoulder would frighten you so much.”

“It isn’t your fault Mate,” the driver replied. “Today is my first day driving a cab. I’ve been driving a hearse for the last 25 years.”

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The nice thing about egotists is that they don’t talk about other people.
Lucille S Harper

He is a self-made man and worships his creator.
John Bright

No egotism is so insufferable as that of the religious person with regard to his or her soul.
W Somerset Maugham

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A woman dreamt that as a beautiful young maiden, she was captured by an Arab prince. He took her across the dessert on his horse to a wonderful marble palace in a green oasis. The prince carried her up the wide stairway to a gorgeous bedroom and threw her on the soft white double bed.

“What are you going to do with me?” she cried with apprehension and excitement.

“I don’t know lady.” The prince replied, “It’s your dream!”

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Barberine: Listen! God is my witness that I’ll be content with the old chateau and the little land we possess, for all my life, if you would be pleased to stay there with me. I waken, go to the kitchen, to the poultry-yard, get your meals ready, go to church with you, read a page of a book, do some darning, and then fall asleep contented in your arms.

Ulric: What an angel you are!

Barberine: Yes, I’m an angel but I’m a woman angel! That is to say, if I had a pair of horses, we’d drive behind ‘them to mass. And I shouldn’t be sorry if my cap had gold braid and if my skirts were a trifle longer — to vex my neighbours!

From, Barberine, by Alfred De Musset