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…Robert Burns and Sir Winston Churchill… iconic maverick role models…

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….hadn’t noticed the date proximity before… Robert Burns was born on January 25th, 1759… 206 years later, all but a day, Sir Winston Churchill died on January 24th, 1965… by any measure, two monumental figures on the stages of their respective WURLDSBurns, a poor poet farmer who is revered, particularly in Scotland, but also remembered annually at Burns Supper dinners all around the planet has left an ageless literary legacy… this ol’ Jurassic was privileged last night to deliver the keynote Immortal Memory Toast on Burns at a supper in Bahrain… and this afternoon, I watched on television the memorial service taking place in London of the fiftieth anniversary of the passing of Churchill… arguably the greatest statesman ever, making many of us of a certain age hanker for more of his ilk and status to replace the slates of political charlatans posing in so many national governments today… I have been a lifelong idoliser of Sir Winston Churchill, as many of yeez Lads and Lassies who follow my blog may recall, and wanted to meet the great man (I’ll defer that get-together for as long as I can now, Mabel)… and lest it be forgotten, in 1953, he was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature for his remarkable four-volume, A History of the English Speaking PeoplesNobel Prizes were first presented in 1895, but I’ve no doubt that if they had been around in the days of Burns, he too, would have been a worthy and deserving recipient… further links between these men are easy to identify… Burns has great allure for his fundamental premise that all men are created equal, and his hope that one day, ‘man to man the world o’er, will brithers be for ‘a that’Churchill’s more recent crusade in the last century to ensure the freedom of all peoples are well documented… these men are conjoined in essence in their railing against the separate tyrannies they saw in their lifetimes—Burns against the poverty of the common man, Churchill for the right of all men to be free… it occurs to me that p’raps I’m not alone in having as hero figures those who tend not to follow the absolute norms… both these greats had their detractors, and sometimes with good reason, for their personal lives’ activities and principles (Burns fathered more than a dozen children by five different women… Churchill erred massively in his treatment of the Irish and in his First World War decision at Gallipoli)… regardless, two more pronounced examples are hard to find… Robert Burns and Sir Winston Churchill… iconic maverick role models… would that we had more of their kind around today… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!

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…authors, it’s not the WURDS yeez use… it’s HOW yeez use them… #TBSU…

…it doesn’t get any more basic than WURDS… the raw fuel that peppers our language… the ingredients that sprinkle and seep into every written morsel ever produced by quill-scrapers since before the baby hill that was Mont Blanc grew into a mountain, and not a scrivener’s implement… the prosaic pedants and the Grammar Police, together with the innumerable committees of lexicon-compilers, guesstimate anywhere between 175,000 and 250,000 WURDS in the Queen’s English… that’s assuming Her Majesty is fluent in all the multiplicity of absorbed fragments of tongues from other lands that’ve snuck into our lingo… as crusading crafters of the creative criteria, we weave and weft wild and wanton wizardry with our nibs and laptop keyboards… generally, yeez’ll give little pause to paunder the prauvenance of much of yer versatile vocabulary… this ol’ Jurassic hails from a northern Land Across The Wall… Hadrian’s Wall, to give it the common title… and more specifically for those of a Google-Map fetish… a wee place called Govan, in Docklands Glasgow … I almost lobbed a half-brick at the television screen earlier today to hear a Southern British lady pronounce ‘Govan’ with the first two letters as ‘Go’ as in ‘Stop/Go’… the WURD starts with a sound ‘GUV’ …a gap in the lady’s elocutionary education, obviously… but it led me to think how much of the richness of the ‘G’U’Van’ vernacular may be lost to the ear of those hearing it at a distance… fr’example, offence is seldom taken in Glasgow to the widespread use of coarse Anglo-Govan-Saxon WURDS, which are similar in genesis to coarse Anglo-Saxon, but with added attitude… there’s also the oft-mistaken meaning of the double-positive, which when uttered by a Govan local,  ‘Aye!…Right!’ is not a term of agreement… and the ‘Glasgow Kiss’ has nowt to do with endearment, as it is a description of the rapid application of one person’s forehead to the bridge of the nose of another, usually with the attendant grasping of the nose-bridge owner/receiver’s jacket lapels…  and ‘knuckle-dusters’ have NUTHIN to do with hand-cleansers… but, I digress, and in the interests of brevity, and before Matron gets here with that bluudy syringe, I exhort my fellow Lads and Lassies of Blog Land to consider the term allegedly coined by Roosevelt about Winston Churchill, “…he mobilized the English language and sent it into battle….” … go arm yerselves with a few vocabuleric grenades… see yeez later…

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…yes, thank you, Mister Quixote…I have my own windmills at which to tilt…#TBSU…

…those kind souls who’ve followed my diatribal outpourings on here for the past year or so may have noted my mention of the late Sir Winston Churchill from time to time…from my earliest recollection, he has been my hero… the ultimate maverick… a kindred spirit to all of us who wanna take on the world occasionally… the enduring thought he leaves in my head is always–NEVER, NEVER, EVER GIVE UP—the practical relevance pokes its head in about here, Mabel… a coupla years back, as a fledgling author, having survived the pink cloud of ecstasy that surrounds completing the writing of yer first wee literary baby, I sent that scribbled sweet child o’ mine out to the mandatory  40 literary agents… in the unyielding balance that is the Universe, the response was PRECISELY 40 rejection slips... undeterred, this ol’ Jurassic tramped on and tumbled headlong into the Amazon Kindle World and all its delights… along the way, I began to understand that the quill-scraping was only a start… the trench work lay in BUILDING THE PLATFORM… being the shy introverted Scot that ye all know me to be, I don’t easily conceal my illumination beneath the bushels… I’VE HAD A BLUUDY GOOD RUN AT IT… my flavours of choice in the SOSYAL NETWURKIN include Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads, LinkedIn and this Blog... result is a solid base of great pals… THE PLATFORM IS READY… the downloads have been astonishingly high… so, now it’s time to brush off the rejection-slip angst… a refreshed approach…UP AND AT ‘EM, Master Gallacher!... this time, there IS an attractive  pitch to make … I’ve acquired the latest version of the ROOLS OF ENGAGEMENT as contained in The Writers’ & Artists’ Yearbook 2013... zoned in on them what handles my genre… I’ve read (several times ) each agent’s peculiar requirements for submission (even that word has overtones, eh, Mabel?)… now all that remains, is for ye all out there to wish me well… and if I do a Scott of the Antarctic, by ‘stepping out, and may be gone a while’… I’d ask that ye speak well of me… ‘a simple lad, even if he was Scottish’… a little rub of the Sir Winnie quote, and off I go… see yeez later …

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…I have nothing to offer but blog, sweets and teas …

…those who have been loyal or crazy enough to follow my blog for any length of time will be aware of my lifelong admiration for ol’ Winnie Churchill…there was a man of many talents…from the art of making whisky disappear in splendid quantities, to engaging the monstrous chess game that was World War II…in between times he penned the Nobel Literary Prize-Winning ‘History of the English-Speaking Peoples’…I am set now to wond’rin’…what would such a literary giant make of the present day ubiquitous social networking scene?…with his gift of communication and adaptability to most things he encountered in his life, I can imagine he’d make a pretty fist of it…”..Never, in the field of human tweeting, have so many been bored by so many others…”  “…An Iron Curtain has come down across the Web…it’s become known as Facebook Jail, and its pal, Twitter Prison…and it will take many eons before it leaves us …” “…Yes, ma’am, but in the morning, I’ll be blogging…”  …I can hear that gravelly delivery reverberating down the virtual halls…what a blogger he would have been…Madonna gets twenty trillion followers on Twitter, Justin Beiber hauls in fifty billion, so what price the finest wordsmith of this past hundred years ? (apart from Ernie Wise, like what he writ, etc….)…however, the reality check is this…all we bloggers derive our own pleasures from scribbling away on these wires…I think ol’ Master Churchill would’ve wanted all of us to be heard, read, followed, Goodfriended, and tweeted .. so in his honour, I’m opening up my blog page once more as an invitation to all and any of you who wanna GUEST POST here …but I warn you, I have nothing to offer but blog, sweets and teas.. of the Web-by sort, y’unnerstan’…Send me your posts for inclusion on here… any topic you wish…all welcome…email is seumasgallacher(at)yahoo.com…oops, Matron’s been listenin’ again, here comes the tablets …see you soon guys and gals …

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