Tuesday, September 11, 2012

The Idler, hursday, September 6, 2012

Kitted out to fly

WHAT is acceptable dress-wise and appearance-wise on an airline flight? It's been causing a bit of a tizz in the US.

A woman flying from Las Vegas on US airline Southwest was confronted by an airline employee for showing "too much cleavage". In another case, an American Airlines pilot lectured a passenger because her T-shirt bore a four-letter expletive. She was allowed to fly only after draping a shawl over the shirt.

A graduate student at Arizona State University was barred from a Delta flight in Buffalo, New York, because of a T-shirt that mocked federal security agents and had the words, "Terrists gonna kill us all".

He says the misspelled shirt was satirical and he wore it to protest against racial profiling. But the pilot ruled that it scared other passengers.

Last year a passenger was pulled off a US Airways jet and arrested at San Francisco International Airport after refusing to pull up his low-hanging pants.

Yet that passenger's lawyer complained that the same airline repeatedly allowed a middle-aged cross-dressing man to fly wearing women's underwear and not much else.

Is it an issue in this country? I always fly wearing underwater flippers, a kaftan and a stetson hat. Nobody gives me so much as a second glance.

 

Party time

AN AMERICAN woman has been in trouble with the police four times in 26 hours – three times for blasting the neighbourhood with loud rock music and once for throwing a frying pan at her nephew.

Police were called three times to the home of Joyce Coffey in Epping, New Hampshire, where she was playing the AC/DC song, Highway To Hell, and other loud music, switching later to Guns 'n Roses numbers just before dawn.

Then when she hit her nephew on the head with the frying pan, she was locked up.

Police said alcohol might have been a factor. Some folk sure know how to party.

Pictures from space

SEVENTEEN hitherto undiscovered pyramids have been detected in Egypt as a result of satellite photography. The sites, 150 km apart, are in Upper Egypt, near the city of Abu Sidhum on the Nile, and near Faiyum Oasis, near the ancient town of Dimai.

They consist of unusually-shaped mounds, one of them flattened into a triangular plateau about three times the area of the Great Pyramid.

Other satellite photographs, this time of South Africa, are still being analysed in an attempt to discover the meaning of large, abandoned constructions scattered about the entire country that appear to have had no intelligible purpose.

One theory is that they were football stadiums, built for the 2010 Fifa World Cup.

 

 

War on monkeys

THE WAR AGAINST vervet monkeys continues unabated. When I spot them on the bird table scooping seed into their mouths, I give them a good squirt with the garden hose. I also chase them about the upper branches of the trees with the jet of water. They skedaddle.

People tell me monkeys are very adaptable. They will work out their own response.

Okay, when they start coming into the garden with towel, loofah and a bar of Lifebuoy soap, I'll have to rethink it.

But until then – a luta continhua!

Tailpiece

 

A FARMER goes to town and buys an anvil, a bucket, two chickens, and a goose. He looks at his purchases and says: "Darn, how am I gonna carry all this home?"

 

The dealer says: "Put the anvil in the bucket, carry the bucket in one hand, put a chicken under each arm and carry the goose in your free hand."

 

"Hey, thanks!" The farmer sets off. He meets a little old lady who says: "Can you tell me how to get to 1515 Mockingbird Lane?"

 

"Well, I live just down the road from there. Let's take my short cut down this alley."

 

"I'm a lonely widow. How do I know that when we get in the alley you won't hold me up against the wall and ravish me?"

 

"Holy smokes lady! I'm carrying a bucket, an anvil, two chickens, and a goose. How in the world could I possibly do that?"

 

"Set the goose down, cover him with the bucket, put the anvil on top of the bucket ... and I'll hold the chickens."

 

Last word

 

The fundamental cause of trouble in the world is that the stupid are cocksure while the intelligent are full of doubt. - Bertrand Russell

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