That's why I try to think of him as Upper Case Gooseberry whenever I can. Keeps my conception of him from getting too high an opinion of itself.That's Upper Case
Chinese Gooseberry to you, my good man!
And, taking Sparteye's view of my sartorial habits, an interesting contrast:
Last Friday was Poppy Day here in Zild (and probably in Oz). On that day, the Returned Services Association (Vets to you poor, benighted Yanks) sell plastic poppies on the streets to raise money for the association. The poppy commemorates the poppies which grew in spring in France during WWI. As the average age of the servicemen from WWII has risen (and they themselves have declined, e.g. into wheelchairs), more and more often members of the armed forces turn out on to the streets to do the actual selling.
I bought mine from a rear-admiral (well, THE rear-admiral, Somerville, we only have one of them). He's also currently the head of NZ's armed forces, such as they are. He was standing outside a coffee shop by himself, although he was doing a brisk trade (most people buy poppies). I had to laugh to myself, though. Can you imagine the Chairman of the JCS standing on the streets of Washington without a full military escort and kevlar armour, armed only with a bunch of plastic poppies and a money tin?
