No more naked babes 

No more naked babes

For those who did not pick up on it, my “oriental babe” posting of a couple of days ago was the first topless pic I have included and it followed a photo of a “male to female” transsexual of the week before. Normal service has however been resumed and I will make very effort to ensure that the babes retain some item of clothing and that the babes themselves are “babes” and not a male facsimile of the same.

A conversation with a work colleague of my wife (who recently lost a parent and wanted to know about probate) has brought back the memory, 3 years ago, of my own fathers death. It is strange, but one of the things that (sounding overly theatrical) haunts me the most was the registering of the death itself. For anyone who has never done this (hopefully most people), it involves taking a copy of the hospital death certificate to the “births, marriages and deaths” office. The death is then officially registered.

In essence there is nothing unpleasant about this, but I left the small room where the act took place and realized that an entire life is summed up and unceremoniously registered as terminated in half a dozen minutes and as many questions. It is hard to explain, but it seemed almost demeaning and, in its own way, was one of the most unpleasant experiences I have ever had.

The probate meeting, where the Will is resolved and confirmed (and which most have attended unnecessarily by a solicitor) was conducted in a totally different, dignified and compassionate manner. Just as well since my mother had to attend this one.

Here is today’s babe