Moral Tales

since the operation i’m a big homily

The boy who cried wolf scared the jeepers out of me when I was a child. I used to think it never mattered how many times he lied the grown ups should have still listened because he was only a boy :oops:

Its funny how your mindset changes with age. :wink:

Nothing to do with moral tales, but my favorites that I can still remember all the pictures from in the books were:

Elves and the Shoemaker
Sleeping Beauty
Princess and the Pea
The Pied Piper.

Ive still got my ladybird books in the loft, and all the lines of writing have my scribbled attempts at joined up writing underneath them.

A well-made cocktail may be a perilous pleasure, but it isn’t the only one. More than a few people have been undone by love, but we don’t abjure it. Rather, one of the central storylines in the history of civilization has been the effort to make love livable.

A good drink, though not without risk, can be eminently livable. Alcohol is no doubt a drug, but in moderation it is a very social one. It primes the conversational pump; it nudges the shy from the bonds of their awkwardness; it midwives romance; it concludes treaties. Firewater, like fire, can be awesomely destructive; learning to marshal the power of both is a hallmark of civilization.

– Eric Felten, “The Art of Drinking Well”, The Wall Street Journal, November 24 2007