Monday, 3 February 2025

The Father Ignatius Series

 

VISIONS - The father Ignatius series is a fun and easy read, Victor Moubarak is an excellent writer, love all his books. (Catherine)

For such a fast read, this book was amazing. As a Catholic, the story touched my heart deeply and should be read by other Catholics. If the reader is not a Catholic, it should be read anyway for the way it deals with our understanding of God’s forgiveness of sins, spiritual support through the worst of times, and the strength a good parish can have even if you are doubted by your peers.

This book is the first in a series about the main character. I read a later book and enjoyed it so much I had to go back to the beginning to follow the progression of his career. This book does not preach, it just carries the reader along on what could be if they believe. (Patt ONeil)

Do you believe that God still performs miracles in today's jaded and fallen world? What would your reaction be to three children stating they had met Jesus in a park? Would you believe without question? Or would you be led into doubt and disbelief instead? In Visions, Moubarak explores these all-too-human questions through the eyes of Catholic priest, Father Ignatius, and the ecumenical community at large. You will be irresistibly drawn into the believable characters, and sympathize with their questions and insecurities, while at the same time, be compelled to examine your own heart as to its spiritual health. This novel is a must-read for every Christian, and I would highly recommend it, too, for those who are questioning their beliefs in Christ, our Savior. (Martha Orlando, author, A Trip, a Tryst and a Terror, Children in the Garden, The Moment of Truth, Revenge!, Redemption, Revelation, all available on Amazon.)

THE PRIEST AND PROSTITUTE - This is a very well written 'Who Done It'. I thoroughly enjoyed the plot, and many original lines. The one I remember most was concerning a conversation in which the old saying "If someone yells in a vacuum can it be heard?" You have to appreciate the wit of the author and also the surprise ending. It is a very enjoyable read and I definitely would recommend the author. Yep, tis a fun read. (Jack Darnell)

An intriguing and riveting story that will keep readers interested and engaged through the entire story. Highly recommended! (Martha Orlando)

TO LOVE A PRIEST - Of all Moubarak's Father Ignatius stories, this one most definitely is his most poignant. Torn between his priestly vows and the re-emergence of a former love, Fr. Ignatius is faced with a deep and life-changing decision. You do not want to miss this one! (Martha Orlando)

DON'T LET THE DEVIL WINI found this story so relatable ... in particular, Fr. Ignatius' vulnerability. On more than one occasion I, too, have wondered if God was punishing me. Good to realize, I'm not the only one. (Myra G)

If you like a down to earth good drama, this is one to give a shot. I enjoyed it from beginning to end as it covers the distress of a priest who in on the verge of leaving the priest hood with all the torments and feelings. It has a great ending, not what I expected, but it is good. Victor writes a good book. I am protestant and Victor's hero or main character is Father Ignatius, Catholic Priest. As I read Ignatius seems like your average 'preacher'. The same every day life and problems associated with those in a parsonage (my dad was a preacher so I know a little about that. LOL) Anyway, I highly advise this book, entertaining and informative. (Jack Darnell)

MURDER IN THE MONASTERYThis is such an excellent written book, that keeps you literally on edge till the very end. I read it through... could not put it down! WOW. Well, what a perfect thing to do on a day you have no Internet! That got solved and you will be SURPRISED reading this book. (Mariette Vedder)

A SHOT IN THE PARK - Love the Father Ignatius series, I hope that this writer keeps the series going, a very fun and suspenseful read. (Catherine)

A Shot in the Park may well be my favorite of Victor Moubarak's books! The storyline was both riveting and plausible. Plus, the author's writing made it easy for this reader to visualize each of the characters. My biggest take-away is the subject of forgiveness. That's something I've struggled with most of my life. (Myra G)

This book is one of the more recent books in a series by this author. The story was entertaining and the message heart warming. I gave it 4 Stars instead of 5 because of the narrator's "breaking the down the 4th wall" rule, where he talked to the reader, which wasn't all that bad because it was in a homily-like manner that helped move the plot along. I was so impressed by the Father Ignatius character, I'm going to read the rest of the series from the beginning. (Patt O'Neil)

LIVING THE WORD -

This writer has a knack for keeping the readers on edge to the end, hard top put book down. (Catherine)

APPOINTMENT WITH MURDER -As ever, the author's created an entertaining, easy-to-read story featuring some of my most unforgettable characters. I especially enjoyed learning more about Fr. Ignatius' private struggle between right and wrong. Despite the collar, his obvious humanity. Normally because I'm a "it's either black or white" type, I doubt that I could be as resolute. (Myra G)
 
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Sunday, 2 February 2025

I learnt it from AI

 

It's amazing how technology has advanced and what in the past we learnt from books and from schools and colleges we can now learn from the Internet. My parents, if they were alive today, would have been astounded by the Internet. Imagine writing an email and in seconds it reaches someone the other end of the world! And all those gadgets we can have at home or on our cell-phones that we ask them a question and they respond straight-away. 

I know a friend who studied medicine by just reading on the Internet and asking AI to help him along. He is now a surgeon ... 

and has successfully transplanted a hernia ... ... 

from the left side to the right ... ... ... 

on himself! 

Bless him ... his heart is in the right place ... ... but I can't say the same for all his other organs.

The other day another friend told me he is asking AI to advise him on moral and religious questions and how to live his life. Can you imagine that? Asking a man-made thing to guide you in life rather than rely on God's Commandments.

But then, I remember many years ago some other people did the same thing.

Saturday, 1 February 2025

Do not upset anyone!

 

Do not ever do or say anything that is likely to upset anyone.

Can you imagine how different the world would be if no one ever did or said anything that upset another human being?

If Jesus never said or did anything to upset anyone they would probably not have Crucified Him.

DISCUSS ...

Friday, 31 January 2025

Trompe l'oeil

 

There really is no limit to the amount of research I go to in order to entertain, inform and educate you in these articles I write here. Today we talk about Trompe l'oeil.

It is a French term which means to deceive the eye. Often used by painters to make you look at a particular place in their masterpieces. Like this example known as Trompe-l'Oeil Still Life with a Flower Garland and a Curtain by Adrien van der Spelt with the curtain painted by Frans van Mieris. Your eyes are drawn to the curtain (pun intended) rather than the flowers.

How about this by an unknown artist. Your eyes are immediately drawn to the fly rather than the painting itself.

Or this Lady With a Fly on her Shoulder (circa 1596) by Frans van der Mijn.

I'll admit my eyes were immediately drawn to the fly on her shoulder!

And another thing ...

Did you know that some urinals have a fly deliberately painted in them to help men aim properly? Do you know anyone who needs this help?


Thursday, 30 January 2025

Go away ... I'm busy!


Why is it when I'm busy trying to do something I get as many interruptions as you can fit in a short space of time? There I was at home busy writing an urgent report which just had to be finished for work that day when the phone rang.

"Hello ... yes, it's me. How can I help you? ... ... ... No thank you, I do not need to have new windows fitted in my house. Why? Because I live in a tent, that's why. Good bye!"

I got back to work. A few minutes later the phone rang again.

"Hello ... ... ... No thank you I do not have time right now to take part in a shopping survey ... ... ... why? Because a horse has just got in my house and left a pile on the carpet which I have to clean up before my wife gets home! The vacuum cleaner does not work. So unless you can deliver a new vacuum cleaner in the next ten seconds. Good bye!"

I put the phone down feeling proud of my impromptu response. Why do these salesmen phone when I'm busy? I have to answer the phone personally because I'm expecting an urgent call from a work colleague; so I can't leave the answer-phone machine to take the calls.

As I got back to work, the door bell rang. Someone is standing there with a collecting tin.

"This is a collection for fallen women!" he said.

"Sorry ... I haven't got any here!" I reply flippantly.

Then, feeling a little guilty I give him a penny. (That's four pennies I have already given away so far this month.)

I hate it when people with collection tins make you feel so guilty in your own home? If it's in the street you can always avoid them by walking the other way, like in the story of the Good Samaritan. 

I really don't see the point at all in being charitable. You give money away to charity and don't get any benefit from the transaction. What's so clever about that?

Anyway, after the latest interruption I got back to work and the phone rang again.

"Hello ... goodbye ... go away!" I shout.

"Oh sorry auntie ... I did not know it was you! Is it urgent? Only I have a lot to do right now ... No of course you're not interrupting auntie ... only ... I have to finish some work and then go to the vet ... No, I am not with Yvette. Yes, I know she is a wonderful young lady. Yes ... I know she has been feeling a bit down lately ever since her poinsettia plant died. I know they're delicate plants, auntie ...What is it I can do for you auntie? Can it wait or is it urgent?

No ... As I said I am not busy with Yvette. I have never been busy with Yvette or any one else for that matter ... well, my wife maybe ... every blue moon it seems! I said I was due to go to the vet ... No not a bet ... you know I don't bet. I said VET with a V for Violet ... not a B for Batty Old Aunt ... No auntie, I am not shouting. I am not with Violet either ... No Yvette and no Violet ... I am here alone. Here ... listen ... You see ... you cannot hear anything because there is no one else here ... except me. 

 Oh ... don't get upset auntie ... I'll come over to see you later OK? I'll buy you some flowers and some chocolates from the gas station to cheer you up. Hello? I can't hear you auntie ... I am loosing the connection ... the train is going into a tunnel and I'll lose the ..."

I put the phone down with a smile wondering whether she will ever realise she had phoned me at home and not on a train on my cell-phone.

The phone rang again within minutes.

"Hello auntie ... yes, I can hear you OK. The house has just got out of the tunnel. Bing Bong. Bing Bong. Sorry auntie. I have to go now. There's someone at the door."

I put the phone down.

It rings again immediately. It is my work's colleague. The report I am writing is not that urgent after all. Management needs it in a week's time.

Tuesday, 28 January 2025

Quick Read Bible

 

Imagine you can read a book from the Old Testament in 8 minutes. Or from the New Testament in as quick a time. Not possible.

Even the fastest reader in the world could not read a whole book from the Bible in 8 minutes.

Let me introduce you to a series of videos which outline a whole book from the Bible in such a period of time.

OLD TESTAMENT HERE

NEW TESTAMENT HERE

Try them. Let me know what you think.

Monday, 27 January 2025

Bedroom activities

 

Do you ever lie there in bed thinking? It happens a lot you know. Many people spend a lot of time thinking. Such a pity their thinking is not about improving the world and making it a better place.

When I was young I used to lie in bed and look up at the stars and think, "One of these days I'll have to fix that hole in the roof!"

These days of technology and gadgets it is all Apps, Apps and Apps everywhere. Perhaps if we told people that their brain is an App they'll use it more.

I think my bed is a magical place. I lie there and remember everything I forgot to do.

I was thinking the other day in bed, if we shouldn't eat at night because it causes indigestion then why is there a light in the fridge? 

Is snacking and eating this and that throughout the day a sign you're unhappy or depressed? What is happiness anyway? For me, happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family living in another town or city.

Seriously though, I love my family. If it was not for them I'd be arguing with perfect strangers. 

I love arguing and putting other people straight by correcting them. Sometimes I wish I was an octopus so I could slap eight people at once.   

I've just realised that I have not been to the gym today. That makes it five years in a row. I've decided to change calling the bathroom the John. I know call it the Jim and feel so much better saying I went to the Jim this morning.

Lying in bed helps me think of things I have to do. I never rush into doing things. Last year I joined a support group for procrastinators. We haven't met yet. 

I've been advised to join help groups. I don't agree. I don't need anger management training. I need people to stop irritating me. My people skills are just fine. It's my tolerance of idiots that needs working on.

Like the nurse who told me I should exercise. If God wanted me to touch my toes He would have put them on my knees.

From knees my thoughts drifted to toes again. Why do ballet dancers walk on tip-toes? Why not just hire taller dancers? When did this habit start and for what reason?

Do you remember the song Tiptoe Through the Tulips by Two Lips from Amsterdam? Or was it Tiny Tim? I'll look it up on YouTube when I get up from this bed. I can't be bothered to reach out for my laptop on the bed-side table nearby.

And before you say it, yes, of course I lie in bed talking to myself; I often need expert advice.

And finally, take my advice, an apple a day keeps anyone away if you throw it hard enough!

Sunday, 26 January 2025

The body and blood of Christ? Really?

 

At the Last Supper Jesus said, “Take and eat; this is my body”. (Matthew 26:26).

In the Gospel of John we read a long passage which says, "I am the living bread that came down from heaven. If you eat this bread, you will live forever. The bread that I will give you is my flesh, which I give so that the world may live." This started an angry argument among them. "How can this man give us His flesh to eat?" they asked. Jesus said to them, "I am telling you the truth: if you do not eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink His blood, you will not have life in yourselves. Those who eat my flesh and drink my blood have eternal life, and I will raise them to life on the last day. For my flesh is the real food; my blood is the real drink. Those who eat my flesh and drink my blood live in me, and I live in them. The living Father sent me, and because of Him I live also. In the same way whoever eats me will live because of me. This, then, is the bread that came down from heaven; it is not like the bread that your ancestors ate, but then later died. Those who eat this bread will live forever." (John 6:51 onwards).

As a result of what He said, a number of Christ's followers could not take this teaching and got up and left. Jesus did not call them back. He did not say it was all a metaphor, a figure of speech. He stuck to what He said and let them go. He then asked His disciples, "How about you? Do you want to go as well?"

As ever, Peter was first to answer, "To whom shall we go?" he asked. "We're in this for the duration, all the way, to the end". Or words to that effect, signifying the he trusted Jesus without question.

The Catholic Church, (and others), teaches that during Mass at the moment of transubstantiation, when the bread is changed into Christ's body, not only His body is present, but Christ as a whole is present ("the body and blood, together with the soul and divinity"). The corporeal presence of Christ is in the Eucharist. 

In Paul's letter to the Corinthians we read, "For I received from the Lord the teaching that I passed on to you ... ... ... This means that every time you eat this bread and drink from this cup you proclaim the Lord's death until He comes. It follows that if one of you eats the Lord's bread or drinks from His cup in a way that dishonours Him, you are guilty of sin against the Lord's body and blood. (1 Corinthians 11:23 onwards).

Today, the Catholic Church invites its members to believe that at Communion they are receiving the body and blood of Christ. But many do not believe this, including some priests. Many believe this is only symbolism despite it being Church doctrine.

Now this leaves me a bit puzzled. There seems to be an inconsistency here.

As Christians we believe that through the power of the Holy Spirit a virgin can conceive the Son of God. Yet we have difficulty believing that through the power of the same Holy Spirit a tiny wafer becomes truly the sacred body and blood, soul and divinity of this very same Jesus Christ the Son of God.

But then, what do I know?

Thursday, 23 January 2025

The Bitten Apple Connection

 

THE BITTEN APPLE CONNECTION
ISBN-13 979-8306343358

A NEW NOVEL

by

Victor S E Moubarak

In this, the ninth novel in the Father Ignatius series, we find the old priest reluctantly embroiled in the world of crime, gambling, strip-clubs and prostitution. It is a thin line indeed between being a priest guiding his flock in spiritual matters, and actually stepping out and helping in a practical way his parishioners in trouble.

In this story of mystery and intrigue Father Ignatius is perhaps rushing in where angels fear to tread so endangering his life and that of others. But then, there are times when only action will do; especially when words seem to have no effect at all. Above all, however, this story reminds us of the power of prayer and how it can change lives where human actions fail. Throughout it all, regardless of what he did in a practical way, it was Father Ignatius’ constant prayers that were heard and brought real results.

This book poses many moral questions which you, the reader, have to answer in all consciousness and honesty. It will put you on the spot and make you consider seriously how you would have behaved and what you would have done in similar circumstances. 

Was Father Ignatius right in everything he did? Would you have acted differently?       

How would you have reacted to a quickly developing situation where others are in mortal danger?

A credible plot-line which will keep you guessing what will happen next. Together with the moral guidance from our favourite priest, makes this book an enjoyable read for old and new book-lovers alike.

This new standalone novel by Vic Moubarak is available in KINDLE and paperback formats from AMAZON. Click on the link HERE.


Tuesday, 21 January 2025

To memoir or not to memoir; that is the question.

I'm thinking of writing my memoires. I remember as a child we were poor. We did not have air-conditioning or central heating at home. To keep warm we just sat in a circle and sucked extra strong mints. That's central heating. To cool-off we just sat on blocks of ice. We didn't have many luxuries either. As a child I used to be made to walk the plank every day. We didn't have a dog at the time.

We had a parrot in a cage. If you pulled his left leg he would hum the Offenbach Can Can music. If you pulled his right leg he sang "I'm dreaming of a white Christmas". If you pulled both legs together he would fall off his perch.

For a while we had two parrots. A male and a female. We could not tell them apart. So someone told my parents to creep up on them at night and check who was doing what to whom; and the one that was doing is the male.

So my dad checked on the birds at night and when he saw them enjoying themselves he put a white collar on the male so we could tell the birds apart.

A week later the vicar visited us. The male parrot said to him: "So they caught you at it too?"

Eventually one of the parrots died, so we ate him. He kept repeating on us!

I remember as a child my parents used to play hide and seek with me. I used to lean against a tree and count to 100 and they would hide. Then I had to find them in London ... Edinburgh ... Glasgow ... Cardiff ... Birmingham ... They spared no effort to hide from me and make the game real fun.

I used to come home from school and find that they had moved. The new owners of the house used to shoo me away. This happened several times. I did not know what it felt like being wanted until the day I saw my photo on a police notice board.

Anyway ... what is all this leading to, you may well ask.

Well, it's my way of introducing this video which I have just made. Hope you like it.




Monday, 20 January 2025

At the medics

 

I went for my regular check-up at the medics recently. They check that my sense of humour is still intact. As I sat there in the waiting-room I read old magazines announcing the sinking of the Titanic and the raising of the iceberg. Why do they always have old magazines at the doctors, hospitals and dentists?

I then turned my attention to the many notices on the wall. Vaccines for this, injections for that, tests for this other problem, potential cures, help and assistance for certain conditions, and so many other illnesses and ailments. As I read I began to realise how fortunate I am, and how much worse things could be for me. There is always someone worse off than us in life, when we focus on what ails us. 

It's an amazing fact in human nature that we get some sort of comfort from the fact that someone else is worse off than us. If we're ill, we compare our illness to that of others to see if their problem is more serious than ours. If we're in a job we don't like, or poorly paid, we compare ourselves to someone unemployed. We always seem to want to be better than others in our misfortunes. 

It's true, whilst sitting there in the waiting-room, I realised how many other potential illnesses I could have by reading the various notices on the boards around me. In a way, I was grateful; I remember saying a thank you prayer at the time.

Then I began to think back on my life. Funny how your mind wonders when you have nothing to do. There have been many occasions when things did not go well for me. I call them milestones in my life. I can almost tell you the dates for each one when it happened. And at every milestone I am now certain that God was there for me. Things could have turned much worse for me. But they didn't; and now you have to suffer the agony of my sense of humour.

But that is life, I suppose. We should live it looking forwards but understanding it backwards.

Every so often we should look back at the milestones in our lives. I'm sure you'll see, with hindsight, that God was there for you too. 

Eventually I was called in at the doctor's insulting room. As I got in, a nun came out crying. I asked the doctor why she was crying. He said he'd told her she was pregnant. I asked him, "Is she really pregnant?" He replied, "No ... but it cured her hiccups!"

You don't have to blow other peoples' candles out for yours to shine.

Sunday, 19 January 2025

Have we let God down?

 

What I will say may be a little harsh and negative but I feel it is very true. I wish it wasn't, but I believe Christianity is in retreat.

In March 1966, John Lennon of the Beatles is reported to have said of the Group, "Christianity will go. It will vanish and shrink. We’re more popular than Jesus now ..."

He was right then, and he is certainly right today. There are many celebrities right now from the  music and entertainment and sports industries who are more popular than Jesus. There's an increasing tsunami of ignorance of Christianity and the Bible. Certainly so in the Western world. People don't read the Bible any more. Ignorance of Christianity seems to have become a badge of honour for some people. There's a lack of knowledge of one's Christian heritage as a nation and as a country, and the origins of that historical fact.

Christianity is mocked, derided and disdained in many quarters. Often by well educated influencers who see it as their role to encourage vulnerable minds to their way of thinking.

The spiritual leadership of the Church (several denominations) has let God down. Both in public utterings on moral Christian issues and from the pulpit to their congregations. The modern shepherds have lost control of their sheep. Their teachings are often flawed. Many do not believe in the Resurrection and other fundamental basic teachings of the Bible.

There is no love or respect for God any more. But then, how can you love Someone you don't really know?

God has been excluded from many families, homes, schools and other institutional places; including some churches. And a new generation is being brought up with no knowledge of Someone to honour, worship and obey.

The time to pray for a Christian revival is now. 

There are no prayers in Heaven. Once you're there, what is there to pray for? Those left on earth will have to make their own decisions.

Saturday, 18 January 2025

Einstein, Education, and other things you should know,


I’ve always considered education to be very important. Full of enthusiasm, I went to the library the other day and I started reading scientific books. I found one about Einstein.

I started reading the book and noticed that sitting at the table next to mine was a man reading a book about World Statistics. Every so often he muttered to himself “Oh dear …” “Dear oh dear …” and such like expressions spreading doom and despondency on my re-awakened enthusiasm for the wonders of science.

Eventually he lent over towards me and said “Do you know that every time I take a breath in and out someone somewhere in the world dies!”

I suggested he uses a better mouthwash.

But I digress. Back to my book. Which is much more interesting, I tell you.

Einstein was quite a clever person you know. It’s really amazing what that man knew. It’s so wonderful that every so often the world produces great geniuses like him who discover or invent new ways to improve our lives and makes us all better for it.

Folks like Einstein and Penicillin and Magna Carter didn’t get to where they are by just kicking a ball in the park, you know. I bet they spent many an hour in the library reading books and doing their homework instead of watching TV.

Here are a few interesting facts I learnt from the book about Einstein.

The furthest away you are from the earth’s gravity the faster time goes. Say you’re on earth with nothing better to do than looking at your watch. And out there very far away in outer space there’s another person also looking at his watch. He’d be in a spaceship of course; otherwise he won’t be able to breathe in space. Anyway … according to Einstein the other fellow’s watch will go faster than yours; and no doubt the battery in his watch would run down much quicker. As watch batteries weren't invented at Einstein's time he could not prove his theory. 

To prove this, scientists have placed a very accurate clock, measuring the smallest nth of a second, at the top of a very tall skyscraper, and an exactly similar clock on the ground floor.

After a period of time the clock at the top of the building was a few minutes ahead of its counterpart at the bottom. It had gained time because at the top of the building time was faster than at the bottom. Because it was further away from the earth’s gravity. Also, if you drop a cat from that height of a very tall skyscraper it will land on its feet but get splattered all over the ground.

Not convinced, I tried this experiment at home.

I put a clock upstairs in the bedroom and another one downstairs in the hall.

The following day the clock at the top was ONE HOUR ahead of the one downstairs.

The battery in the clock downstairs had run out.

Einstein also claimed that because time is faster in outer space, away from the earth’s gravity, then someone in outer space, say a twin, would age faster than his brother on earth.

The book therefore recommended that people should not live in high-rise apartment blocks because they’ll age faster than people living at ground floor level. Especially if the elevator is not working and they have to walk up and down all those stairs to their apartments.

Enlightened with this knowledge I have moved our bedroom downstairs and the kitchen, (where we don’t go that often thanks to fast-foods delivered to our door), has been moved where the bedroom was.

The bathroom moved downstairs by itself when I overfilled the bath with water and it came down through the ceiling of our living room.

Einstein also said that in outer space, at the very edge, space is curved. This is because, apparently, gravity (I don’t know whose gravity if gravity is in effect on earth); but stay with me for a while on this … in outer space the very edge of space is curved because gravity makes it so.

I could not understand how this related to bananas being bent; maybe they come from outer space. Or perhaps I was distracted by another book about fruits which someone else in the library was reading.

Einstein also taught about light. Did you know that nothing can go faster than light?

If you could arrange a race between say light, sound and someone in the fastest car ever made; light would always win. That’s because it has moved off the starting line before the sound of the starting pistol has reached your ears.

And if the fastest car was driving with its lights on, then its light would reach the finishing line at the same time as the other light running on foot. Because light travels at a constant speed regardless of its mode of transport.

The light from the sun reaches the earth at the speed of light. The distance it has to travel however is so long that by the time it reaches the earth it’s night time down here and we’ve all gone to sleep.

I’ve tried to measure the speed of light in my home experiments. I think I’ve actually proved that some of Einstein’s Theory about light may well be wrong.

If nothing goes faster than light then how come with these new energy efficient light-bulbs I can get downstairs faster than the light at the top illuminates the staircase?

But then these light-bulbs were not invented when Einstein was around. So we can’t blame him for getting this one wrong.

Finally, a word about Einstein’s Theory of Relativity.

This one is simple: The richer you are the more relatives will turn up at your funeral.

Friday, 17 January 2025

One casket or two?

Why is it that the phone always rings at home at the most inappropriate time when I’m doing something else more important?

And why is it that it always rings for someone else and I end up answering it and either taking messages or calling the person for whom the call is intended.

Yes … we do have an answering machine, but we only use it when we’re out. When we’re in I’m the alternative human answering machine!

That said; the worst calls of all are from a variety of sales people trying to sell you something or other. A new credit card, an insurance policy, new double glazing to keep the house warm, and every other imaginable service or product which I most definitely don’t want, has been offered to me on the phone by people I don’t know, nor wish to know. And they have the impertinence to address me by my first name too, as if we’re long standing pals.

“Hello Victor!” one said, “are you well today?”

“No, not really …” I replied, having guessed it was yet another sales person, “I’ve just swallowed a fly.” 

Well, that certainly stopped her in her tracks. She sympathized and then proceeded to expound on the benefits of her Company’s products.

The most bizarre phone call however took place last week and it went something like this.

“Good morning Victor! (First name terms straight away). I am Gilbert D Funct and I represent Pets In Peace, a new service provider just established in your town, and our aim is to share and ease your pain when your beloved pet departs this vale of tears.”

“Hein?” said I.

“PIP … that’s our initials, will be there to provide you with a casket in which to place the remains of your dear departed pet. We have caskets in all sizes for goldfish, budgies, hamsters, rabbits, cats, dogs and any other animal or insect which may share your home as a member of your family. All caskets are made to the highest standard of professional workmanship in mahogany, oak, elm, cedar wood and pine. And they are lined in satin or silk in a variety of colors such as white, black, and velvet being the most popular.”

“I see …” I said, and before I could tell him I’m not interested Gilbert D Funct went on.

“Furthermore, Victor, as part of our service we would conduct a solemn ceremony of whatever religious belief you desire, and then we would bury the casket containing the remains of your family pet on your property so you can visit him whenever you wish …”

“I live in an apartment!” I interrupted. “Will you bury the pet under the carpet?”

That certainly stopped him.

“Oh …” he said, “do you not have access to a piece of ground?”

“We have a few herb pots in the kitchen … you know … fresh mint, parsley, thyme, rosemary and such like. But the pots are too small to bury a casket in …”

“Yes quite …” he hesitated. So I took the initiative and went on.

“We had planned to flush the goldfish down the toilet … you know … naval burial and all that. Are your caskets water soluble?”
“Er … no … I don’t believe so …” mumbled Gilbert, obviously unaware of my sarcasm.

“And then there’s the cat …” I continued, having gained the upper-hand in this sales pitch, “he’d be too big to flush down the toilet … I’ve often wondered how we’d dispose of him after he’s used up his nine lives …”

“Are you familiar with cremation?” asked Gilbert gaining an advantage point.

“My wife is expert at that … judging from her many Sunday roasts! Perhaps she could do the same to the cat!”

At this point, as luck would have it, she came in the house from one of her shopping trips.

“This is for you …” I said handing her the phone, “someone researching roast recipes for a cookery book he’s writing …” and I quickly rushed to the pub.