Category Archives: Trivia

Ferry to Helsinki

On the ferry to Helsinki, I study the comprehensive FCO brief on Finland.

This provides the following useful information:

  • Finns drink more coffee per capita than any other nation in the world.  Belgium are second and Norway third;
  • Finnish speeding fines are based on your annual income.  In 2004, the 27 year-old heir to a family-owned sausage empire received a record €170,000 ticket for driving at 80 kph in a 40 kph zone;
  • There are very few original Finnish words which commence with the letters b, c, d, f, q, w, x or z.  Most of them are loan words  with Swedish, Germanic, Russian or English origins;
  • Finland is home to the world mosquito-killing championship, the world mobile phone-throwing competition and an annual national wife-carrying competition (for which the first prize is the wife’s weight in lemonade);
  • 10% of Finland’s land area is covered by water and 69 % by forest;
  • Finland has 187,888 lakes and 179,584 islands.  The surface area of Finland is growing by about 7 sq km a year due to uplift following the last ice age.

All this is tremendously interesting stuff, with which I hope suitably to impress any Finnish politician with whom I may fall into conversation this afternoon.

Product placement

Lake PeipsiGlancing at a map of Estonia, I was amused and astonished to see that the large lake that forms part of its eastern border with Russia is called Lake Pepsi.  The ultimate product placement, I thought.

A second look revealed that it is in fact Lake Peipsi.

I wonder how much Pepsico would have to pay the cash-starved Estonian government to drop that first “i”?

Professional requirement

Listening to Andrew Lansley explaining Conservative dental policy on Today this morning, I heard him say: “Clearly, dentists will need to have open access.” 

Quite right, too; in fact, it’s hard to see how they could manage without it.

Talented menagerie

Scanning the BBC News website whilst waiting for Mr Speaker’s statement this afternoon, I did a double-take when I saw the headline: Bear prepared for new Chief Scout role. 

Closer inspection revealed that congratulations are due to Mr Grylls on his appointment as Chief Scout of the United Kingdom.

 The experience reminded me of the famous 1970s headline: Salmon appointed to Court of Appeal.

Another Downing Street rat

New month, new headache

More seriously bad news for farmers in today’s Farmers Guardian.

How much more can our beleaguered agriculturists take?

At least March is now safely out of the way.

To catch a train

 grace-kelly

Nice Côte d’Azur airport has an area called “Kiss and Fly”.  It is, in fact, just a quick drop-off zone outside the terminal building, but the very name “Kiss and Fly” conjures up the image of a headscarfed Grace Kelly bidding adieu from the wheel of the drophead Sunbeam to a departing Cary Grant, about to board the evening Constellation for Idlewild.

Today we hear that Warrington Bank Quay railway station has established “kissing” and “no-kissing” zones, to avoid unreasonable delays to passengers.  A spokesman for Virgin Trains said:

“It’s just a quirky thing; it’s nothing more than that. It’s a light-hearted way of getting the message across.

“We are trying to tell people not to wait too long in the drop-off, but we don’t mind people waiting there for a short time.”

I’ve been to both Nice Côte d’Azur and Warrington Bank Quay.  I don’t think Grace Kelly would linger long in Warrington.

Never look a gift horse…

white-horseIt has been announced that a 164 foot statue of a white horse – as tall as the Statue of Liberty – is to be constructed at Ebbsfleet, in Kent.  The statue, to be known as the “Ebbsfleet Landmark”,  is intended to be the south’s answer to Anthony Gormley’s Angel of the North.

Having seen a mock-up of the proposed work, I’m sure that the proprietors of a certain brand of scotch whisky will be rubbing their hands in anticipation of all that free advertising.

Talking furniture

The use of gender-neutral language is not without its hazards.

Today I received a newsletter from the Federation of Small Businesses (Wales), which contains a section headed: “From the Chair’s Desk”.

Absolutely iconic

Researchers at Oxford University have produced a list of the top ten most irritating expressions. They are:

1 – At the end of the day
2 – Fairly unique
3 – I personally
4 – At this moment in time
5 – With all due respect
6 – Absolutely
7 – It’s a nightmare
8 – Shouldn’t of
9 – 24/7
10 – It’s not rocket science

I’d go along with that, but I also find the following particularly grating:

Most certainly
Edgy
Roll-out
Iconic
I’m good
To be perfectly frank
Meeting of minds
Global
Holistic
Talk the talk

The above, I hasten to add (which is itself pretty irritating) is most certainly non-exclusive.

Due peace and utmost love

Bad news for devotees of Ringo Starr. The Liverpudlian legend has announced that he will accept no fan mail postmarked after 20 October, because he has “too much to do”. So you’d better rush straight down to the post box before it’s too late.

Ringo’s video announcement breaking the bad news, which will come as a hammer-blow to aficionados of Thomas the Tank Engine and Friends the world over, is well worth watching:

In it, the tetchy-sounding Ringo warns his no doubt mortified fans that any mail received after the stipulated date will be “tossed”.

He attempts to soften the blow, however, by giving a (Churchillian) V-sign to camera and repeating the phrase “peace and love”, as if that is somehow likely to make the message seem something less than a straightforward “get knotted”.

In doing this, Ringo is resorting to a time-honoured technique used widely both in court and in Parliament. “Peace and love”, as employed by him, is similar to “with respect”, as employed by lawyers and MPs.

Thus, “with respect” means “you’re wrong”, “with due respect” means “you’re completely wrong” and “with great respect” means “you are a total idiot”.

“With the utmost respect” is probably the greatest insult known to man.

Except, possibly, “peace and love”.

May your God go with you

There are still some real silly season stories about, despite the seemingly non-stop stream of bad, serious news that assails us from quarters as diverse as Threadneedle Street and the Caucasus.

I particularly liked today’s story about the Italian priest who is arranging an online beauty pageant for nuns, “to erase the stereotype of them as being old and dour”.

Apparently, Fr. Antonio Rungi, of Naples, will start the contest on his blog in September. He stresses that nuns are not being invited to parade in bathing suits, saying that it will be “up to them whether they pose with the traditional veil or with their heads uncovered”.

I recall that the late, great Dave Allen got into terrible trouble with the Catholic church over a number of TV sketches that seemed rather similar in nature to what Fr. Rungi is now proposing.

Dave described himself as a “practising atheist”, but, if he did call it wrong, I’m sure he’s having quite a chuckle in whichever part of eternity he ended up.

Down to earth

I love Yorkshire. Sara, Archie and I spent a wonderful week in the Dales earlier this month, before the rains came. I’d happily go back for another week’s R&R, once the round of post office closure meetings is over.

I love Yorkshire people, too. They are the most direct, sensible people in the world. An example of their no-nonsense approach appears in the Telegraph today. The town council of Thirsk, in North Yorkshire, has rejected street names proposed for a new development as “too fancy”:

“Addresses would have included De Stutevill Drive, De Braose Lane, Daubury Close and Mowbray Way.

“But Thirsk town councillors considered them too fanciful and liable to cause confusion among residents and prefer something more down to earth. “

Well done, Thirsk councillors. A suitable response from elected representatives of a county that counts a bun called a Fat Rascal as one of its greatest delicacies.

Mind you, I’m not sure that “Mowbray Way” really is that fancy. My friend, Ken Geeson, lived in Mowbray Road, Llandudno, and he was one of the most down to earth people I ever knew.

Never yawn at a Jack Russell

I was interested in this article in today’s Telegraph, reporting the findings of University of London academics that dogs may be able to “catch” human yawns. It has all the hallmarks of a classic silly season story, and has consequently been widely covered throughout the media.

According to a contributor to this morning’s Today programme, the phenomenon has been known for some time. Indeed, he solemnly informed the multi-million audience of the BBC’s premier current affairs programme, one expert recommends it as a sure-fire way of calming an excitable dog.

Like, I am sure, thousands of other owners the length and breadth of the country, I toyed with the notion of trying out the technique on my own dog, but, on reflection, dismissed it. Archie is a Jack Russell, a breed whose DNA has cornered the market in hyperactivity.

Jack Russells are small dogs, but are convinced they are big ones. They are compact, muscular, bundles of raw energy. If Asbos were handed out to canines, Jack Russells would head the roll of shame. They simply never sit still.

The man on Today said that spaniels are among the most receptive breeds when it comes to contagious yawning. I can fully understand that. My parents once had a Cavalier King Charles spaniel and he was rarely awake, except when he felt like eating (which was pretty often). He was the most laid-back dog I ever knew.

But Jack Russells are different. They’re not really dogs; they’re forces of nature.

No, I’d never yawn at a Jack Russell. He’d only take it personally.

Yes, he did say that

The Times’s leader today, headed, New Leader, New Election, reiterates what is now apparently the universally agreed view that if Labour do decide to dump Gordon Brown and go for a shiny new leader, they must reconcile themselves to going to the country fairly soon afterwards.

Given that I have also propounded that view for the last ten days or so, I shall not comment on it further (save to say that I still think it’s right).

However, what struck me about the article was the arcane piece of information that figures in its first two-and-a-bit paragraphs:

“The first thing that Winston Churchill did upon becoming a Cabinet minister in 1908 was to resign his seat in Parliament. He then proceeded to lose the resulting by-election. He had to scrabble around for a new seat before he could take office.“Churchill had not been acting on a whim. It was, in those days, a constitutional requirement that on the first occasion that you accepted a ministerial position you would offer your constituents the chance to deliver their verdict.

“If Labour were to replace Gordon Brown as leader, there would be no constitutional requirement for it to ask anybody for permission. The convention that required Churchill to stand down was finally abolished in 1926 with the passage of the Re-Election of Ministers (Amendment) Act.” 

Fascinating, isn’t it? As Michael Caine said, “Not a lot of people know that.”

I certainly didn’t, so I thought I’d share it with you.