three great mysteries

Lately at the JH house, there’s been a fair bit of sitting around, twiddling of thumbs and pondering of life’s great mysteries. Here are three that occurred to me last night, in front of the idiot box.

1. Miley Cyrus: I hadn’t heard of her until last Sunday, but apparently she’s the phenomenally successful star of “Hannah Montana” (no? me neither) and a pop star in her own right. Also she’s the daughter of Billy Ray Cyrus, he of “achy breaky heart” fame.

What’s the mystery? Well, according to wikipedia, she was born “Destiny Hope Cyrus” and changed her name later on. Hey, if my name was Destiny Hope Cyrus, I would too. But “Miley”???? Her reasoning was that, as a child, she was particularly smiley, so Miley seemed logical. Strange. Very strange. I think aliens were involved somehow.

2. Claire Hooper. Allegedly a comedian. Does anyone actually think she’s funny? How does she keep getting a gig on TV? It’s a mystery.

3. The assistant District Attorneys on Law and Order are ALL effing gorgeous. How can that be? I don’t understand. Do they not have homely lawyers in New York? Does being on the cover of Vogue get you special entry into NYU law school?

Running
A bit of a choof around the Croydon Golf Course this morning. 12km or thereabouts. No further comment.