Bend over, this won’t hurt at all!

So we’re gonna’ be told to love Europe! Fair enough, but it’s always nice to know who is doing the telling! It’s gonna’ be Howell James!

Whitehall’s £180,000-a-year head of communications Howell James is a close friend of EU Commissioner Peter Mandelson. Mr James is supposed to have had a relationship with Mr Mandelson’s partner, Brazilian Reinaldo da Silva, before Mr Mandelson met him.

 Put rather more bluntly, was Howell James screwing the Brazilian, (the one who wasn’t shot for being Brazilian) before the Brazilian met and started screwing Peter Mandelson? 

 

Now that’s what’s known as ‘finding the soap early!’

Booker’s been booked!

The following copy comes via EU referendum, and it’s contributor Christopher Booker.

Apparently he submitted this to the Sunday Telegraph , and he was advised that it had been spiked! Reasons are available here, and also here!

In other words, don’t rock the bloody boat!!

“As David Cameron ends his first year as leader of the Opposition, there are clear signs that the greatest gamble in modern British politics has not come off. The little group of ex-public schoolboys who last year hi-jacked the Conservative Party have seemed to gamble on just one strategy. List everything the Party used to stand for – low taxes, the family, rolling back the power of the state, encouraging business, upholding our defences, curbing criminals, common sense – then go for the opposite.

The essence of the gamble has been the belief that, in wooing the support of Lib Dems, would-be greenies, Guardian readers and the supposed “soft centre”, they could take their supposed “core” supporters for granted. But as support for Cameron falters, all the evidence seems to suggest that those wished-for new recruits to his “Not The Conservative Party” are not forthcoming, while the Party’s former natural supporters are left baffled, dismayed and increasingly angry.

All this was neatly symbolised by the recent photo-opportunities staged by the three men now competing for the role of Britain’s prime minister. Mr Blair and Mr Brown, aware that defence and national security (not long ago rating 34 percent on a Mori poll) still rank very much higher as voter priorities than “environmental” issues (only 8 percent), flew out to the Iraq and Afghan battle-zones to pose in front of the largest guns they could find. Mr Cameron, at the same time, flew out to the Sudan, in Lord Ashcroft’s CO2 emitting private jet, to be pictured cuddling a little refugee child. It was the “Men from Mars” against “the Boy from Venus”. “Darfur Dave” did not come well out of the contrast.

The tragedy is that, confronted by the most corrupt, hypocritical, inefficient, illiberal, discredited government in history, what millions of voters are looking for is an alternative which might put an end to the sleazy, self-regarding sham of the Blair era by displaying some “masculine” firmness: in cutting back on the bloated public sector and the out-of-control bureaucracy which is destroying our health service, education and police; which might encourage enterprise; which might restore democracy to local government; bring back some balance into our public finances; sort out the shambles into which our Armed Forces are sliding; uphold Britain’s national interest, as we suffocate under the malfunctioning system of government represented by the European Union.

In other words, what much of the country is crying out for is a party which represents precisely those values which Mr Cameron’s Not-The-Conservative Party seems so hellbent on abandoning. As for what he stands for instead, almost the only clear message Darfur Dave seems to have put over to the voters is his sentimental “save the planet” greenery, on which his dotty little gimmicks and practical ignorance have simply made him a laughing stock.

What many voters sadly begin to conclude is that Dave and his cronies seem so hopelessly ill-equipped to take on the serious business of government that, if we have to choose between one gang of PR merchants and another, better stick with the devil we know. Hence the evidence of the latest polls appearing to show that the gamble has failed. Ever larger become the number of would-be Conservatives sorely tempted to join that 40 percent who already feel so alienated from politics that they just stay sullenly at home. But the Guardian readers are scarcely flocking to replace them. So where does all this leave our country?”

Get the HELL out of my life!!!

Got wind of the latest ‘idea’ from ‘Big Brother’ over at Hewitt’s lot, in other words your friendly, ever-helpful National Health Service!

 Seems as if they’re planning to upload all our details, from the slightly annoying details about ingrown toenails to the devastating news that you have been diagnosed with a life-threatening illness or condition; onto the national Database where anyone, and I do mean anyone, can either get fulldetails, or a damn good idea, about your full personal circumstances, through the click of a mouse!

 NOt only that, but your details, heavily disguised with an encryption code which can be broken by a nine-year-old with a lap-top, will be freely available to MORI and anyone else who cares to fork out the money!

 IN order to delay the inevitable, the reader is invited to got to THE BIG OPT-OUT site, download the prepared letter, and send off to your G.P. immediately, so you cannot be regarded as JUST ANOTHER BLOODY NUMBER!