In this blogposting...
*Ig Nobel Awards
*Ukraine’s Got Talent
*Pariah of the Week
Now, read on, Macduff...
IG NOBEL AWARDS (continued)
You can get background information about the Ig Nobel Awards, citations for the Awards made for Veterinary Medicine, Peace, Public Health, Medicine and Chemistry AND a lot of illuminating - and very funny - additional information in blogposting 174 and the comments attached to it.
In fairness to the other honoured recipients, though, I think it’s only fair that their contributions to research that ‘makes you laugh first and think second’ should be covered, too. Let’s start with the...
Fumiaki Taguchi, Song Guofu and Zhang Guanglei of Kitasato University Graduate School of Medical Sciences in Japan share the prize for demonstrating that kitchen waste can be reduced by more than 90% by using bacteria extracted from giant panda excrement. Taguchi suspected panda faeces must contain bacteria capable of breaking down even the hardiest of foods because of the bear's vast consumption of bamboo.
Awarded to the entire police force of Ireland for issuing more than 50 penalties to a man they supposed to be the most persistent driving offender in the country: a Mr Prawo Jazdy, whose name in Polish means "driving licence". An investigation held earlier this year revealed that officers had mistakenly taken down the wrong details from motorists' documents.
Awarded to the directors, executives and auditors of four Icelandic banks: Kaupthing Bank, Landsbanki, Glitnir Bank and Central Bank of Iceland, "for demonstrating that tiny banks can be rapidly transformed into huge banks, and vice versa – and for demonstrating that similar things can be done to an entire national economy".
Incidentally, the picture above - emailed to me by Sid - is of the 8-year old girl who made sure the acceptance speeches didn’t last longer than the regulation 60 seconds. Her name is Sweetie Poo.
UKRAINE’S GOT TALENT
The format of the regrettable British tv show has now reached Ukraine and Maureen has sent me this link to one of its truly breathtaking contestants.
If it doesn’t work by a simple click, cut and paste it into your search bar (at the top of your browser window). Believe me, it’s worth it.
Natasha - ex-producer of the Big Blue Bus programme - has sent me more information about how Six-Word Stories may have originated. Apparently, in the 1920s Ernest Hemingway bet ten dollars that he could write a complete story in just six words. He wrote...
For Sale: baby shoes, never worn.
He won the bet.
Here are some more, sent to a now defunct BBC web page.
Trust me, I did my best.
Three sons, eleven cats, and Yvonne.
Pass the bottle before clarity returns
Some no-balls but several boundaries
Unfortunately I didn't buy the t-shirt.
Knight on white charger never showed.
Any chance I could start again?
Lived, loved, laughed liberally and left.
Found it, Lost it, Found it.
Ditched the map, found better route.
Blankets, books, bottles, books, blankets.
If only I had turned left
Age crept up and mugged me
Laughed out loud, cried in silence.
Aren’t they awesome?
EVEN MORE NICE WORDS
We truckshunters seem to have a weakness for nice-sounding words - irrespective of what they actually mean. Matt King Coal (yes, him again) has emailed me with drench, supercilious, cacophony, nerd and cornucopia...and Natasha likes flummox, flabbergasted, chump, chipper, shenanigans, pernicious, blather and pedantic. I wonder if she's trying to tell me something.
Yes, I’ve been there again. Thanks for all the messages I’ve received expressing hopes that I enjoyed it. I did. Immensely.
But you needn’t worry; I’m not going to go on and on and on and on and on and on and on about what a wonderful place it is. Instead, I’ve set myself yet another impossible dream. Namely, that at some time in the future we might somehow contrive to hold an AGM there. A splendid time is guaranteed for all.
As a matter of fact, I had a couple of hazily-recalled but nevertheless interesting conversations there with a lady called Juul (‘Yule’) which I’ll bore you with next time.
PARIAH OF THE WEEK
AND SPEAKING OF PETER...
...please welcome to the truckshunter fold an emailer called Peter, who (bless him) has just discovered this blog and is working his way through all the postings. Wish him well.
Actually, he’s not altogether a complete stranger. You may remember me ranting and raving on The Nightshift about the ludicrous names parents see fit to bestow on their unfortunate offspring these days. Rollo, Denby, Sigourney, Devastra... To back me up, Peter once sent me the Sunderland Echo’s ‘Bonny Baby’ picture spread - not for the pictures but for the names. And there amongst them, as he reminds me in his email, was Pollyanna Pebbles Begg-Trotter. Poor kid.
Incidentally, one of his favourite ‘nice words’ is ragamuffin.
The date and time have been set - Wednesday 4 November at 1100. But where????
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