Resign? Bollocks; he’s done nowt wrong!

I do not, as a rule, write in support of either the Police in general, or senior Policemen in particular. It is accepted, outside of the fashionable Lefty-Liberal chattering classes circles where such thinking abounds, that the Police have been transformed, over the years, into a politically-correct virtual arm of a) the political elite of this Nation, and b) a tool for ever greater social change towards the Left. We see an apparent acceptance that some criminals are left alone because it is ‘too difficult’ to entrap and prosecute them; we see many situations where even mere children are virtually terrified into submission WITHIN THEIR SCHOOLS as headteachers involve the police in an attempt to punish what are mischievous children’s misdemeanours. We see Muslim gangs bent on mischief ignored; whilst their White opposition bands are routinely arrested and charged in what seems to be an attempt to subvert the Rule of Law.

Time after time, we see the results of injudicious promotions to senior Police positions when the headlines emerge of corruption, sexual licence, favouritism and even criminal behaviour. Just because a police officer has served for a certain length of time, or because he or she has a good university degree; should not be taken as licence for automatic promotion. We have all seen the results of behaviour such as that.

But I do write in total support of the chief constable of South Yorkshire, whose very livelihood is now at risk because of the whimsical behaviour of the local Police & Crime Commissioner. The statements made by the Chief Constable are public knowledge, and thus do not need repeating in these pages; but I for one believe that it needed to be said: because in my view, the whole Hillsborough Inquest saga has been nothing but a politically-inspired witch hunt, stoked by the alleged ‘Independent Inquiry’ fanned by the legal profession working for the allegedly-heart-broken families; with the flames lit by these same allegedly-broken-hearted families.

When a stacked jury states that “The jury also concluded that Liverpool fans were not to blame for what happened,” after evidence came out that, although the police actions contributed to the deaths, the main factor was the onrush of over one thousand Liverpool so-called fans into a section of the stand which was already hopelessly overcrowded. That was why those people died, and for no other cause. The Police & Crime Commissioner should be ashamed of himself, as he furthers the cause of scapegoating a senior policeman, instead of standing by his man as he knows he should. Bloody disgrace!

The Sound of Freedom

The Telegraph runs a snapshot of Aviation under the title of “The 18 most important aircraft of all time”, and shows photographs of its own choices which lead that list. I would, however, challenge that list on various grounds; the greatest one being the simple fact that they only show Civil and Passenger aircraft. I would contend that they missed a few off that list, but, presumably because the arbiter of the list is probably a Quaker, a ‘Peace-activist’, or even what used to be termed a ‘Pacifist’ before Jeremy Corbyn besmirched that possibly noble idea; no military aircraft made their short list.

My list is quite short.

Curtiss JN4H planes with Hispano-Suiza motors. These aircraft made the first scheduled Civil Air Mail runs in America, and indeed the World.

Hawker Hurricane. Although being a better fighter than the Spitfire, (better turning rate, better fighter ability than the Spitfire, the Spitfire got all the glory, and the Hurricane was relegated into the back-seat of history).

 Boeing 707  the first truly successful jet passenger aircraft, and the one which ushered in the fantastic expansion of air travel. The Comet was the first, but the design failures which saw four jets crash in quick succession ruled it, and Britain, out of the competition for ever.

Boeing B-17 bomber. The Sound of Freedom.

As I wrote, some ten years ago:-

 Yesterday afternoon a strange sound reverberated around the skies over Durham City. It was a sound which once comforted millions; a sound which gave the populations of Great Britain further assurance that the greatest arm of Democracy in the known world was resolutely on our side, and that ‘Right’ was linked with ‘Might’ against the sinister forces which sat malevolently across Western Europe! The sound was that of four twelve-hundred horsepower Wright Cyclone radial engines turning eleven foot seven-inch diameter three-blade propellors; which in turn thrust a Boeing B-17 Flying Fortress bomber across the skies of the United Kingdom. The hammering blast of noise, which of course would be denounced these days as totally objectionable in terms of ‘damage to the environment’ was never subject to any complaints from the British population in the dark days of 1943; but instead was proof that America was with us in body as well as in spirit, because without both the lifeline provided by the Atlantic convoys, which helped supply and feed an embattled nation, and the huge influx of American servicemen and war material such as the formidable B-17 bombers, we would not have survived as a nation against the onslaught from Nazi Germany!

The Strategic Air Command, the one organisation dedicated solely to the destruction of the Communist Empire of Soviet Russia, fielded many types of bomber in it’s long and illustrious history, from the Boeing B-29 through to the B-47, the B-58 Hustler and the legendary B-52 of longer service than many alive today which was also known as the B.U.F.F’S., (for translation of this acronym, refer to Frederick Forsyth’s magic novel entitled “The Fist of God” where these splendid heavy bombers are referred to as “BIG UGLY FAT F*****S”); but the first design brought out by Boeing was the B-17 ‘Flying Fortress’, whose superb build and legendary toughness brought crews safely back to our shores from their punishing daylight raids over Germany.

These days we can sit back in our cars, and watch as the modern jets swoop overhead, wheeling and whistling as they pound past in air-shows up and down our country, confident that apart from the mad fanatics of the fuzzy muslim rag-heads, and the politically correct who wish to stop us even smiling, we don’t have all that much to worry about; and as we bake in this slightly un-British sunshine, remember the THIRTY THOUSAND American flyers who gave their lives so we might watch in peace!


Image courtesy of Keith Ferris and the Smithsonian Museum

And silence rules once more

The house is once more silent. The toys stand, stacked haphazardly in boxes in the corner, The bowls, once filled with fruit-and-icecream, are stacked ready for the dishwasher tomorrow. The couch, which once rocked with the weight of three growing young bodies, sits deserted. The laughter which resounded through my living-room this afternoon has ceased.


All too soon, my son, his wife, my three grandsons and my daughter, are in their car, and move off back home. My youngest grandson, whose smiles light my life up, has gone home.


Until next time, Adieu!

I presume they called for volunteers.

The trial has just concluded for Leston Lawrence, accused of stealing $180,000 worth of gold, from his place of employment, the Royal Canadian Mint. (A verdict will be handed down sometime in November.)

The gold was supposedly removed from site in the form of pucks, cookie-sized, and weighing 7.4 ounces each. Now, mints, especially when they’re making gold coins, tend to be pretty secure places. And indeed, employees at the Royal Canadian Mint go through security screenings on their way out of the facility. Lawrence is accused of smuggling out these 7.4 ounce gold pucks, some 18 in total, in his rectum. (One at a time, I hope.) By using this, um, method, Lawrence was able to bypass a metal detector and subsequent pass with a wand.

I know. But it actually gets worse: The method sounds like a long-shot, so to ensure that the theory actually worked in practice, in preparation for the prosecution, someone actually tested it to see if it worked.

So yep, it could truly be stated that s**t happens.

Hey, at least now your job doesn’t look so bad, does it?

They’ll always walk alone

I was relaxing in a multi-tasking manner yesterday evening. I was listening to my music, all stored in presumably concentrically ranked classical digital files on my Macbook with iTunes, and broadcast seamlessly to my sound system; at the same time I was commencing to page through a great book named ‘Conclave’ by Robert Harris. I checked my watch, paused my music, and switched over to the BBC News at Six; but after watching/listening for about four/five minutes; I was suddenly galvanised into switching over to, well, anything, the first programme I found/the first recording which came up on my screen: anything to release my brain from the garbage literally thrown over the airwaves of the State broadcaster. We all know the Beeb has its own levels of favourites; anything anti-Tory, anything pro-Corbyn and his ranked outriders; anything pro-the lying rubbish of climate change, anything which advances the ‘progressive politics’ agenda; I should not need to list everything. You all know what I am writing about. But having accepted that, and still tuning to the Beeb’s news; what was the item which caused intense mental anguish, together with a desire to launch an armed assault upon the BBC headquarters?

Well, the automatic movement towards the ‘remote’ was actually triggered by the sight and sounds of the ‘Liverpool Losers’, as they solemnly gave the ‘freedom of the city’ to a bunch of dead people. I could almost write the ‘Order of Service’ for this crew: even without the trauma of actually watching the heaped scroungers which collectively are known as ‘Scousers’ as they pour out their hate against ‘the Police, the Government, the ground where the ‘fans’ died, other football supporters’ as a target of common grief whilst supposedly honouring those who died during a football match a long time ago. We know those people died, hell’s gates, we are never allowed to forget it; but; standing back as one should, we must examine the motives for all this exaggerated grief. We are British, with certain reserves almost built into our DNA; we don’t do the wailing, crying, gnashing of teeth which is almost standard behaviour in other climates and countries too numerous to collate. As is an accepted practice, British grief is private; grief is allowed, indeed necessary, but a certain measure of stoicism is taken for granted: but when grief is politicised, then that shows up so very, very distinctly as false, sham and totally artificial.

I would respect a  statement from any representative of those ‘grieving’ if they had ever stated the magic words, ‘We shall not expect or accept any compensation’; but, since the whole campaign, from the word ‘go’ has been about the Money; and that is all it has ever been about, they get no respect from me!

I’ll huff, and puff; but I dare not sue!

I note that Gerry Adams, the long term IRA leader, killer, murder planner and torture organiser who plainly gloated that ‘We haven’t gone away; y’know’ is a tad upset about the BBC.

The Sinn Féin president Gerry Adams has said he is considering legal action against the BBC for broadcasting claims that he sanctioned the killing of a former party colleague who turned out to be a British spy.

The allegations over the death of Denis Donaldson were made by an anonymous man, named only as Martin, who claimed he was also a paid state agent in the IRA, to BBC Northern Ireland’s Spotlight programme.

Donaldson, 55, a Sinn Féin official and close colleague of Adams, was shot dead at an isolated cottage near Glenties in Co Donegal in April 2006 following his exposure as a long-term British agent inside both the IRA and Sinn Féin.

“That the BBC would broadcast unsubstantiated allegations from an anonymous person, a self-confessed agent, about me, I think it very, very low journalism indeed,” Adams said.

I reckon that the BBC would be insisting, in fact begging, for a law suit, in order to actually get this scumbag onto a witness stand, where he would not have access to his tape-recording; you know the one, that’s where his voice keeps repeating. ‘NO Comment’.

Now you see me…..Now you still see me

Reading, as one does, the property pages of the weekend Times, and the Telegraph, one see the ultimate in luxury, or what is marketed as luxury, flats in London.

We are regaled with this:-


or this:-


or even this:-



by now you will be getting the idea; large picture windows, giving the proud owner the ability to look out over the glittering landscape of London.

But what happens when you buy here, at Neo-Bankside Apartments; when the Tate Switch buildings scaffolding comes down, and the flat owners and residents get this?:-


Nicholas Serota, the Tate’s director, airily says, Buy Net Curtains or Blinds‘  Just love the sign, right next to where some female berkess is scanning and picturing the neighbours, ‘as you do’!






The footfall of humanity

I have often wondered at the facile foolishness exhibited and promoted by ‘modern’ women in the strange and esoteric area of what they wear. There are so many targets of opportunity that, in order to actually write in a sane manner, you have to be very selective: so I choose one area alone; namely shoes.

The single largest component of bodily injury, pain and skeletal deformation in females is a direct result of women, of all ages, wearing high-heeled shoes. But they, despite years of warnings and proof of the damages, just ignore the inevitable outcomes, and continue to wear heels. But why do they do this? Is it simply a case of ‘I’ll do whatever I like’, or ‘they don’t know what they are talking about’, or simply; ‘Don’t tell me what to do, its my life, and my body’! Every time a woman places high heeled shoes on her feet, she doesn’t examine the forces which prevail within her anatomical and skeletal structure: I believe that she looks in the mirror, nods at the reflection and assures herself she looks more ‘feminine’, more ‘alluring’, simply more sexy! In other words; it is simple vanity.


Mankind has evolved over millennia from primitive apes to Homo Sapiens, our bodies have evolved over ten million years, and our bodies have adjusted from the dangerous demands of living as hunter-gatherers; where it was kill or be killed, from an age when the keenest eyesight, the best hearing, was seated alongside a physical strength needed to run down and overcome a mammoth: to the present, when the greatest exertion most of us are capable of is running down the stairs to catch a Tube train, or a bus. Alongside our strength and senses, our bodies have adapted to the way we live; we do not exercise, or at least most of us don’t; large proportions of the industrialised world’s populations earn our living, or even fill our days, seated in front of a computer screen. But one of the areas which we have in common is the truth that we all want to be comfortable; so why, in the name of all that is sane, do large percentages of womankind insist on wearing shoes which will wreak havoc upon the way that they will exist for the next forty years?

From learned papers, to mainstream news, the word has gone out; high heels are bad news; but do women take any notice? Do they hell!

As a final foot(sorry)note, I also link to a very informative video which states the viewpoint of the commentator on all aspects of the damage sustained to the wearer from high-heeled shoes; but with one huge difference; this lecture is given under the auspices of an Islamic Digital Mimbar, (whatever that translates as) and the initial sentence tells us the greatest difference between what we believe as has been shown by science, e.g. Darwinian evolution, and the belief structure of the whole Islamic world,, which states that EVERYTHING is and will remain as Allah has ordained. The ruling initial sentence is:-

To change or do things from the Natural Way Allah has created us leads to problems.

Says it all, really. It explains why Muslim medical students do not attend lectures which utilise information gained from Darwinian treatises, because they believe that their god created everything at the same time, and it has remained in stasis for ever.

and Fiction can foretell the future.

As some may know, I have had several novels published as e-books, but my favourite story, the theme of which is based upon British politics, is the only one which actually made it to a print version. I saw the hero of my story as a ‘right-wing bruiser’, with a limited vocabulary and equally limited grasp of modern politics. The other ‘hero’ was a machine: if an electronic tape recorder, invented in Nazi Germany to immortalise the thoughts and hopes of Adolf Hitler can be really termed ‘heroic’. That machine was capable of much more than the inventor envisaged; with it’s remarkable capacity for recording not only the voice of that evil man, but also seemed to carry his deepest thoughts as it captured them on that special tape.

The novel has many interwoven plot-lines and outcomes, but one in particular came to my mind yesterday when reading about the terror bombing in New York, and the strange, almost muted reaction of the Mayor. In my story, there has been a series of deadly bombing attacks; firstly a suicide bomb attack on an Asian Harmony Centre in Salford, killing the Home Secretary and 108 other victims. The next set of suicide attacks were all set in passenger coaches which had departed from Leeds, and were all timed to happen simultaneously. The carnage, in my story-line, was over five-hundred dead, with many injured. The novel’s hero, Charlie Watson, now an MP and leader of his own small Party, has discovered that the Government knows who funded and organised the deadly attacks, but is staying mute, and hoping that the furore will die away. He talks with an elderly Peer who has encouraged his path in Parliament from the beginning:-

The Peer’s motorised wheelchair whispered slowly across the flagstones as the pair passed across the frontage of the magnificent old building, “I was in two minds whether to call you before your staff phoned up and said you were coming down to see me; two minds because I really don’t know how the country would react to the news that our own Government was considering suppressing news of the inspiration of the murderous attacks on our Country. If you are aware, as you obviously now are, what will stop you from declaring a ‘Revival’ crusade against the countries which supported the fools who planned and carried out the bombings? The actual numbers of planners in both Afghanistan and Pakistan probably number less than one hundred, far fewer than that in Saudi Arabia. What will the voters who simply give you trust, think if you whip them into a frenzy against people who differ from them only by the colour of their skin or the nature of their religion?” 

Charlie’s face was akin to graven stone as he grappled with the boulder which the old Earlhad thrown at him. ‘The Prime Minister and close advisers possibly knew of the authors of the plot, and were even considering either doing nothing, or even worse saying nothing, because of where a quarter of Western oil came from’; his colleagues in Government were conspiring to keep news of the killings from a Nation who had a right to know!’  He sank down onto a bench at the side of the terrace, staring at the trees in the distance, whilst his elderly host parked his wheelchair at right-angles to the bench. “How could they even consider this, this betrayal, Harven?

I stated that this particular extract from my book was brought to mind with the extraordinary reaction from the ultra-liberal New York Mayor Bill de Blasio. I just wonder if it had crossed de Blasio’s mind to down-play this attack, and term it as ‘Neighbourhood Violence’?


We have to be very careful about ‘demonising’ one section of the Nation!

So you are an American Army Major, sworn on oath to defend the Constitution of your nation. You are also a Muslim. You confer with terrorist sympathisers, you visit terror web-sites: you finally decide that your brand of Muslim Islam should continue making war on America, so you load up with a specially-selected Belgian-made FN 5-7 automatic pistol; you also buy, over a two-three week period, fourteen more extended-hold magazines, and packed them with 420 rounds of SS192 body-armour-piercing ammunition. Also purchased were two laser sights; one red, suitable for indoor shooting, and one green, specifically for outdoor use!

It was over at Fort Hood in 10 minutes. Hasan strode into the soldier readiness center after lunch Nov. 5 with the Five-seven tucked under his combat uniform and 16 magazines in his utility pockets. Due to Army rules, he had every reason to believe no one else would be armed.

At a 45-seat waiting area, Hasan took one of the few empty seats and bowed his head. Suddenly, he stood, screamed “Allahu Akbar!” and began spraying bullets. The pop-pop-pop-pop sounded to some soldiers like firecrackers and to others like an M-16 firing on full auto. Some said his laser sights flashed through the gun smoke like a surreal light show.

In the chaos, some soldiers realized that they’d been hit only when they saw their own blood. Others said the rounds slammed like sledgehammers or baseball bats. Bullets tumbled through flesh, shattered bone and ruptured organs. More ripped through backs, arms and necks as the wounded crawled for cover.

Hasan changed magazines too fast for anyone to overtake him. He killed two men who tried. Survivors recalled that Hasan was silent and blank-faced. One said it was as if he were walking around a mall.

Hasan took his hunt outside, and a civilian cop soon confronted him. He shot her twice, shattering her knee and hip. Her gun jammed. She thought he would finish her off. He turned away. A second police officer wounded and paralyzed Hasan.

Inside the building, investigators determined that Hasan got off 146 shots, hitting people about 60 percent of the time. Outside, he shot 68 times and hit two people. In all, about 40 percent of his bullets maimed or killed. By contrast, trained police shooting in street confrontations hit bad guys 5 to 20 percent of the time.

The President, along with the lick-spittle Pentagon, called the massacre ‘Workplace Violence’. Obama never once called the killings ‘terrorism’, never once condemned his pet religion, never once called it like it was; until the days after the San Bernadino shootings, when he perhaps realised that the truth had to come out from the White House eventually, and accepted that Fort Hood’s Major Nidal Malik Hasan was a terrorist, his actions were totally linked with terror, and the ‘Workplace violence’ scenario hadn’t really worked.

In the latest attack upon America, with pipe-bombs menacing a Marine corps charity run, and twin pressure-cooker bombs menacing a high-volume shopping and residential area, which anyone with at least double IQ figures would have instantly recognised as a ‘terror attack’; slow-speaking and possibly slow-witted Mayor de Blasio stated it was “intentional,” but he added “there is no evidence at this point that there is a terror connection.” He also said that “there was no credible specific threat to New York.” So three bombs are set, two explode; and yet there is ‘no credible threat to New York’.

I presume if he had been in charge on September 11, 2001 when those two jets slammed into the World Trade Center skyscrapers, it would have been filed as ‘pilot and navigator error’!


A fatal attack of the ‘Stupids’!

So you are a black youth, 13 years old. You hang out with your ‘buds’ in the ‘Hood’. You attempt to rob a passer-by of $10, but he fights you off and hightails it for the open street; but also calls the cops. He states that one of the young black men who attempted the robbery had a gun which looked like a Ruger 1911-style handgun, according to the audio.

The police gave chase when they spotted the three gang-members, and cornered two in an alley. Tyree King pulled what looked like a Ruger 1911 from his waistband, so the cop shot him several times. He was pronounced dead when arriving at the hospital.

King was last enrolled at Linden STEM Academy as an eighth grader, WCMH said. King’s family said in a statement released by their attorneys that “Tyre was a typical 13-year-old child. He was active in football, soccer, hockey, and gymnastics.”

He also carried a toy gun which was not marked as such, in defiance of Federal Law.


He died because he thought he could get rich quicker than working for the cash;

he died because he was attempting a robbery;

he died because he carried a gun which LOOKED LIKE THE REAL DEAL;

and he died because the Cops could not read his mind; and besides, he was just plain stupid!

‘Quisling’ is not just a Norwegian term

If one deals in statistics, it is a truth that for every chart showing progress, or lack thereof, there can be another chart showing exactly the opposite scenario; usually with ample statistical backup. So my first chart shows the total of EU nationals working in the United Kingdom.


The ONS said there were 28.21million British nationals working in the UK between April and June – up 373,000 year on year. Meanwhile, the number of non-UK nationals working rose 242,000 to 3.45million. Nationals from the other 27 EU member states increased by 238,000, hitting a total of 2.23million. The number of workers from the EU has risen dramatically since 1997, when there were just 441,000.

By the middle of 2004 – when a raft of countries including Poland, the Czech Republic and Hungary – became full members of the Brussels club there were just under 600,000 workers. At the beginning of 2014, when restrictions were lifted on Romanian and Bulgarian nationals, there were around 1.6 million from the EU working in the UK.

The number of foreign born workers was 5.4 million between April and June this year, the ONS said.

My only comment regards the loosening of restrictions on access to the UK labour market to include Romanians and Bulgarians. I have no problem at all with the Poles, the Hungarians, Czechs, Estonians, Latvians and most of the other EU members. Their citizens come here to work, they obey the rules, and in general, they are a fantastic addition to our workforce. They integrate, they prosper, and unfortunately, show up many native British people with their attitude towards work and Britain in general. The two Nations which are outwith my general enthusiasm are Romania and Bulgaria. They are the dregs, the scruff, the true underclass of the European Union; their criminality is legend, and we would be well off without any of them.

My second graphical representation shows the Rates and level of employment within the United Kingdom. Even with our truly sclerotic Civil Service, we are a success amongst the Europeans, and it shows in the surge towards our shores for legal immigrants.


But my third slide, which is more list than chart, possibly because few would care to graphically state the blindingly obvious, is the rise of the Muslim population within Great Britain over the past 25 years.


In 1991 it stood at just under one million – 950,000 – representing only 1.9 per cent of the total. At the time of the next Census a decade later, there were 1,546,626 Muslims in the country – three per cent of the total. But by 2011, the Muslim population of England and Wales was 2,706,066 – representing 4.8 per cent of the overall number. As the ONS noted, this represented a 75 per cent jump in the space of a decade.

New figures published for the first time this month show that the rise has continued, with a record 3,046,607 Muslims across England and Wales in 2014 – representing 5.4 per cent of the population. Across Great Britain, the total rises to 3,114,992, and of those slightly more than half (1,554,022) were born overseas. The vast majority – 1,484,060 – came from outside the European Union. A detailed breakdown obtained by this newspaper shows that Muslims are much younger than the general population. One in four Muslims in England and Wales – 746,000 – is aged under ten. In the whole country, the proportion is about one in seven.

We are approaching a second turning point in our Nation’s history. The first was the Referendum, where the Majority chose to leave the EU. Will our pusillanimous politicians now grasp the nettle, and close down the Migration routes from Pakistan, Bangladesh, India, Afghanistan; and the other Muslim cess-pits? Are they even aware of the dangers? On both questions, I fear the answer will be ‘No’!

Pauline fires both barrels: hits Crescent-shaped target.

I wrote a few weeks back of an Australian politician whom I deeply admire, and at the same time resent. The politician was Pauline Hanson; and the resentment? Its just that we don’t have any MPs with the courage, the guts, the single-minded determination to speak their mind; and to damn the consequences. To hear a British politician utter the words:-

“while Australia had embraced migrants from all over the world, many of whom had integrated into society, Islam had had an impact on Australia like no other religion.”
“Islam can not have a significant presence in Australia if we are to live in an open, secular and cohesive society,” said Mrs Hanson, Warning that if changes were not made now, “there will be no hope in the future”, she called for an end to Muslim immigration and a ban on the burqa. “In addition, no more mosques or schools should be built and those that already exist should be monitored in regards to what they are teaching until the present crisis is over.”

is a possibility that, under the present milk-sop circumstances ruling in Westminster, and, unfortunately, the rest of the Country; we will never hear anything remotely akin to this principled politician’s speech, as they all have their heads stuck right up the Arsehole of Multi-Culti-Land, where no one is ever allowed to state anything objectionable, in case some bearded Cnut is ‘OFFENDED’.

Free Speech? You must be bloody joking!

National Report card revealed. Must try harder!

The Colombian Narco/Afghanistan Taliban Coalition’s report card for the United Kingdom has just been revealed.


With a measly total of only 3,674 deaths recorded in the year 2015 from both Colombian cocaine and Afghanistan heroin, the Coalition’s auditors stated, unanimously, that the Coalition should have done much better, should try harder in the next year; and they should endeavour to retain the successes, and grow into the future!

The Auditor also complimented the Coalition on yet another year of record profits, but again warned of complacency, especially in the area of attracting sufficient idiots, morons and ‘alleged celebs’ to their cause.

The Management reserves…..

When I was young, my father  firstly managed, and then ran as a tenant, a series of public houses. It is from that experience, gained over some fifteen-odd years, that I developed a life-long antipathy to all such establishments. Not from a point of view of managing or running a pub, or even of visiting a pub; but from the viewpoint which states ‘you are nothing but a boozers’ labourer’. Serving behind a bar gives one an acute insight into the minds and manners (now there’s a picture) of the people whom you have to be pleasant to, to smile, to mentally ignore the statements, views, actions and opinions of a bunch whom you are dependant upon for your parent’s livelihood. A bunch whom, under slightly different circumstances, you would rather inhabit a pig sty than mix with: because pigs, being animals, have no idea of how to better themselves, but are instead forced to live, and presumably die, in the space to which they are allocated.

Even as a schoolboy, I worked behind the bar, serving customers from all classes, areas and degrees of drunken maudling. I had to watch and listen to my mother, a classically-trained pianist, playing garbage songs and rubbish music every bloody weekend evening; because that was what the drunks liked to hear and ‘sing’ along to. The memories of my dear mother, playing a rickety piano, whilst a bunch of drunks, male and female, roared out the choruses; shall stick in my mind forever. She played because she was married to my father, and because the business depended upon us, as a family, being ‘nice’ and ‘accommodating’, and ‘friendly’; to a crowd that, in private life, we wouldn’t welcome into our county, never mind our back-yard. We had to welcome the true ‘scum’ that under different circumstances, we would not even let across the threshold of our home; and why, because they had cash, and my father’s job, first as a manager, and then a tenant; was to serve them the beers, the spirits, the mountains of crisps, sandwiches which they consumed every weekend; and after the maudling snivelling bunch has left: we had to clean everything up so that we could do it all over again the next day and evening.
For years, we lived in pubs, and then, due mainly to a combination of items affecting my father’s health; we left the pub business entirely, with my dad becoming just another customer and very occasionally helping out behind the bar in the local Working Man’s club. We three brothers’ lives were transformed, as we no longer had to act as ‘boozer’s labourers’, we could go out to whatever event took our fancy, our lives were no longer controlled by ‘licensing hours’, and; best of all, we could dispense with the ‘rictus’ smiles we had to live with whilst welcoming all the neighbourhood riff-raff, drunks and morons into our home. The peace was simply wonderful!

and has the olive oil tanker turned up yet?

Statistic……#1  55% of MSM homosexuals (men who have sex with men) are HIV positive.

Statistic ……#2  An estimated 123,000 people are living with HIV in the UK.

Statistic…….#3  17% of the above number are unaware that they are HIV positive.

Statistic…….#4  The prevalence of promiscuity amongst homosexuals is thought to be around 85% (See googled results for elton, furnish, threesome)

So the question is, should we, as thoughtful members of the public, assent to the idea of practising homosexuals to be allowed to donate blood within twelve months of their becoming celibate, and attesting to that fact: or should we agree with the UK’s Department of Health that the risk is just too great?

For what we about to listen to…..

……..Please preserve our very sanity!


16.30 – E-petition 131215 relating to EU referendum rules – Ian Blackford


For those readers who believe that the Westminster Parliament is simply an expensive farce, yet more proof shall be served up today by a debate in Westminster Hall discussing UK referendum rules; and how those 17-odd million British voters who stated ‘Leave’ were really mean to us, and how they didn’t set the rules as we would have liked; and its just not fair: and its still our ball and we’ll go home if we want to: so there!

For a real hearty laugh, check out the actual map of those signing the petition!

Bats….in the Belfry

I like weekends and Sundays, mainly because I can get down to some serious reading, courtesy of the Barclay Brothers (Saturday Telegraph) and Rupert Murdoch (Sunday Times); and relish reading the many sections written by many talented, and unfortunately a few less so: journalists and writers. I especially delight in reading the ‘experts’ when they are replying to unfortunate correspondents in the field of commerce, money and of course, house maintenance and construction.

One of the more lunatic ideas grasped by one or other of the mobile lunatic asylums masquerading as Westminster Government is the total and undiluted protection of bats. Some clown decided that they were in ‘need’ of legal protection, with the result that they (the bats) get more protection than the average suburb receives from Muslim terror gangs, or even individual raghead Islamic nut-jobs, as I happily name them.

This person writes in that her cousin’s home, a converted barn in East Anglia, has been selected as a daytime roost for a swarm, or whatever the bloody term is for a large mobile crowd of these flying rodents; and states that while she would like to be rid of these noisy, dirty, smelly rodents, she is nervous about the Bat Conservation Trust; and well she might. This particular crowd of busy-bodies is relentless when it comes to the protection and provision of home comforts for their favourite winged pests, and the East Anglian lady would be well-advised to keep ‘schtum’, and rid herself of these pests quietly, and with zero noise or rue the day she contacted this particular bunch.

I have a small expertise in ridding premises of these pests, and once or twice have used my skills, with the usual small reward upon completion. My equipment was easy to carry and utilise; this being a very powerful torch, and an old-fashioned camera large flashgun. Once the area was surveyed and the centre of the nuisance established, I would establish my base, and simply charge up the flashgun, and fire it off, as often as necessary. The light itself doesn’t do any damage, but the recharging battery makes a distinctive seriously high-pitched whine as the capacitor receives its charge: and as is possibly know by every bat-hater in the nation (South Africa), the bats hate and fear that ultrasonic noise, as it interferes with their own navigation systems, they being ultrasound-based. Half-an-hour’s work followed by a swift seal up of the roofing cavities where the flying pests entered in the first place; ending with a swift application of a fumigation gas, just to ensure that the rodents don’t feel welcomed on their return: but its the flashgun noise which does the trick every time.

It is a pity the correspondent’s cousin lives in East Anglia, as I cannot easily get away from my home in County Durham; but still have the flashgun and camera; just for ‘emergencies’, of course!

Arms: and the Man.

The Man, at the moment, proved to be just that. The world is given only one view, or opinion, of Neville Chamberlain. His return from Munich, waving his ‘piece of paper’ which purportedly gave the promise of peace in Europe, was either the huge mistake which most modern historians hold, or the shrewdest of moves by a natural politician who knew his, and his Nation’s shortcomings from viewpoints both military and politically. Chamberlain knew the deep reservations, as well as the sympathies held by much of the British Establishment regarding the Germans, and the Nazis. Even the abdicated Edward the 8th was know to hold pro-Nazi views, and many in the Establishment were of a similar mind. The Nation’s Army was formidable, but lacked modern equipment and training. The Navy was comparatively well-equipped, but peacetime sanctions on budgets had left large scars on those who manned the Fleet. The RAF was dependent on WW1-styled equipment and thinking, with modern fighters and bombers on the drawing board, but little flesh on the bare bones.

So, did Chamberlain give in to Hitler’s promises and bluster, despite having at his disposal both his own Forces, and his Allies the French? Or did he bide his time, sacrificing Czechoslovakia to the Nazis in the process; because he knew that Britain needed breathing space to re-arm, and re-equip, and mobilise his Nation onto a War footing for the battles he divined were lying ahead? I believe that he grasped the latter, knowing the opprobrium which would descend upon his shoulders for trusting the lies and smooth words of the German dictator. I believe that he gave us that vital year, in which to ready our defences, and in doing that, saved this Nation from defeat. He may have regretted the speech he made on the 3rd of September 1939, but, being the truly honourable man that he was, knew he had no choice!



At 11.15 a.m. Mr.Chamberlain had broadcast to the nation the following statement announcing that a state of war existed between Britain and Germany: 3rd September, 1939.

“This morning the British Ambassador in Berlin handed the German Government a final Note stating that, unless we heard from them by 11 o’clock that they were prepared at once to withdraw their troops from Poland, a state of war would exist between us.

I have to tell you now that no such undertaking has been received, and that consequently, this country is at war with Germany.

You can imagine what a bitter blow it is to me that all my long struggle to win peace has failed. Yet I cannot believe that there is anything more or anything different that I could have done and that would have been more successful. Up to the very last it would have been quite possible to have arranged a peaceful and honourable settlement between Germany and Poland, but Hitler would not have it. He had evidently made up his mind to attack Poland whatever happened, and although He now says he put forward reasonable proposals which were rejected by the Poles, that is not a true statement. The proposals were never shown to the Poles, nor to us, and, although they were announced in a German broadcast on Thursday night, Hitler did not wait to hear comments on them, but ordered his troops to cross the Polish frontier. His action shows convincingly that there is no chance of expecting that this man will ever give up his practice of using force to gain his will. He can only be stopped by force.

We and France are today, in fulfilment of our obligations, going to the aid of Poland, who is so bravely resisting this wicked and unprovoked attack on her people. We have a clear conscience. We have done all that any country could do to establish peace. The situation in which no word given by Germany’s ruler could be trusted and no people or country could feel themselves safe has become intolerable. And now that we have resolved to finish it, I know that you will all play your part with calmness and courage.

At such a moment as this the assurances of support that we have received from the Empire are a source of profound encouragement to us. The Government have made plans under which it will be possible to carry on the work of the nation in the days of stress and strain that may be ahead. But these plans need your help. You may be taking your part in the fighting services or as a volunteer in one of the branches of Civil Defence. If so you will report for duty in accordance with the instructions you have received. You may be engaged in work essential to the prosecution of war for the maintenance of the life of the people – in factories, in transport, in public utility concerns, or in the supply of other necessaries of life. If so, it is of vital importance that you should carry on with your jobs.

Now may God bless you all. May He defend the right. It is the evil things that we shall be fighting against – brute force, bad faith, injustice, oppression and persecution – and against them I am certain that the right will prevail.”

It is a truth……

that sometimes; things do go better with Coke


Except, of course, when they definitely don’t!


Writing from a purely personal point of view, I would question whether any drug charges are correct? My view is that, mainly because of the murderous damage done both to the addicts and their families, I would argue that as a minimum, a charge of plotting murder of persons unknown be a standard for this crime. True, the get-rich-very-quick clowns who get caught deserve everything hurled at them, but few, if any, of the movers ever see a courtroom, never mind a prison cell!