The Pathwaye of the Errant Knight Ryder

Oh. Just ignore the title. It’s silly.

But on second thoughts…Let’s run with it.

The Pathwaye of the Errant Knight Ryder – An Epic Pome

After many arduous stanzas depicting adventures across faerieland our brave virtuous hero Sir Ryder thunders up the pathway on his stallion Tonto, brings him to a dusty snorting halt, unfurls his Sixth Scroll and reads thusly:

“Friends, Romans, Self-Represented Countrypersons. [Aside : Is this microphone working?]

I have a dream….

Of pathways. Of oh so many pathways. Spreading across this fair isle casting inquisitorial intent like a gossamer veil over our adversarial land.

But I’ve been on the road for many long months now, and I am spent with overmuch derring do, and the vanquishing of dragons both allegorical and real, and so I thought it would be easier to type it up and make it into a pdf for you to read at your leisure. So, here.”

And without as much as a “By your leave” he was off. To sleep an enchanted sleep in bounteous meadows until six moons hath waxed and waned, or until the passing of 26 whole weeks (whichsoever shall occur soonest).

Ye ende.

Fathers to be named on birth certificates

[See postscript at end] Interested to read today about a proposal for fathers to be compelled to put their names on childrens’ birth certificates on pain of prosecution and fine in order to encourage them to step up to the parental responsibility plate : Fathers to be named on birth certificates.

Haven’t had time to go and source the first hand information about this nor to review the Welfare Reform Act 2009 which is referred to in the article, but I’m not quite sure how this would work in practice, not least because some Fathers will not know of their paternity and how will they be distinguished from the shirkers and goodfornuffings?

But more importantly the decision about registration of birth is presently in the hands of mothers, and it is entirely within the gift of a mother to register a father on the certificate regardless of his wishes. In fact the more common complaint in this area is not that Fathers are shirking responsibility but that they are denied it by being left off the certificate by the baby’s mother – whilst simultaneously being clobbered for child support regardless of their lack of PR. Where is the proposal to compel mothers to include the name of a father on the certificate where known?

There are obvious anomalies in the law on PR and registration of births which cluster along gender lines. But I can’t immediately see how this will equalise or simplify the situation as between mums and dads.

No doubt this warrants further and proper consideration, which I have not given it today – but at first blush its aw of a muddle…Isn’t it?

[POSTSCRIPT : Thanks to John Bolch for setting me off on another, slightly more rigorous foray into this topic (see comments below). It appears in fact that this is a matter first raised in December 2011, then shelved, then halfheartedly wheeled out for the Annual Father’s Day Useless Dad Bashing Fiesta, see here in the Telegraph. It’s late and, frankly, I still can’t be bothered to trawl through the Welfare Reform Act 2009, but from what I can gather a) the Telegraph incorrectly report a potential sentence of 7 years for perjury as 7 days and b) the original article I linked to wrongly reports that the WRA 09 would give a power to prosecute Fathers for non-registration of births, when (unless I’m missing something) the WRA 09 in fact only provides that a breach of the sole mother’s duty to register dad’s details to fall within s4 of the Perjury Act 1911 i.e. it is Mums who would be in hot water. Frankly, it’s all poppycock and not something I think the Coalition is likely to push through. And I’m a little annoyed at myself for seeing this posted on a forum on Linkedin and regurgitating it without checking it out more thoroughly – both for currency and accuracy. Zut alors! Je suis un doughnut.]

Je ne regrete rien

Except that is is Dimanche already (again) and I still haven’t posted anything.

I begin with French in homage to the Olympic opening ceremony. I continue in English because, well my French is a petit peut … ‘ow you say? Rubb-eesh.

So this is a mere note of regret. There are times when I manage several posts a week, and others when it ticks over a little more slowly. This is one such time.

The list of things I must put on the blog is growing, there are several biggies I must must deal with. I’m not deliberately putting them off. But Pink Tape depends on my time and my energy and of late I have had mere snatches of time and insufficient energy and concentration to tackle those biggies.

This weekend I’ve been a stag do widow with six house guests (including a dog), making a total of 5 children in a house too small to swing a toddler in (I know, I’ve tried). I’ve nearly lost my children (who are currently fond of sprinting in opposite directions when out in public), nearly lost my sanity and actually lost one of my chickens (prime suspect : fox). On the plus side, having thought I had lost my husband to a stag weekend he did return safe and sound just in time to sit in a darkened room with the sprinters (Ice Age 4 at the “Cimmemma” – recommended), and I did find not less than 30 felt tip pens and half of the bits from the buckaroo inside the acoustic guitar (as you do). And tonight, having spent 2 hours doing all the admin I really should have finished off last week, I began a blogpost (about College Football and sex abuse since you ask)  – but it is too late to finish it without wrecking me for tomorrow. Case in point. So I’m going to bed, leaving the house a sty, with the debris of 5 overexcited children still strewn about. Ugh…I hate getting up on a Monday to post-weekend carnage.

I’m not weary of blogging, but I have been too weary for blogging.

So, it is a case of a tout a l’heure, but not goodbye.

Toujours

xxx

Fifi Folle