There is nothing quite like a Dame!

At times of tragedy, such as the latest attempt to attack British people going about their business, we should not forget the other aspects of life in Britain today. Because some Muslim mecca-facing head-banger gets his explosive mixture wrong (again) many residents of London are alive today. Some may be badly burnt, some worse than others, but the hope is that all will survive. But the best news so far is the possibility that the outer casing, some kind of white plastic bucket, partly survived the fire, and hopefully will provide vital clues to the perpetrator.

As I stated, we should not forget the hum-drum patterns of life in Britain, inclusive of, yet again, Dame Helen Ghosh’s activities in attempting to turn the National Trust into a hot-bed (geddit?) of homosexual and bendy-wendy gender friendliness and fervour. The Trust’s, and of course Dame Helen’s latest gambit is to send out the annual Trust’s volunteering survey.

Well there’s nothing wrong with finding out what sort of person actually saves the Trust a large fortune in salaries, pensions, National Insurance and all the other things which large employers have to cope with; by their use as virtual slave labour (without the compulsion, whips, shackles and beatings as enforced by some other evil so-called Travelling bastards whom I shall be writing about when I have a chance). Some may baulk at my description of these volunteer as slaves, but they do their work for the love of the great houses which the National Trust was set up to look after, they are not paid a penny; and now they find that they are the latest target of Dame Helen’s homosexual-friendly fervour.

Seems as though the Trust’s survey is slightly different from last year’s. This year’s questions include queries not on how many roses the volunteer has dead-headed, or how much gorse and bracken has been cleared in one week; but instead concentrates on queries such as :-

  • Is your gender identity the same as the gender you were assigned at birth?”
  • Whether volunteers are “Trans” or “Non-binary”.
  • Respondents are asked to signal whether they are “Female”, “Male”, “Trans”, “Non-binary”, “Intersex”.
  • On sexual orientation, they are asked if they are “Bisexual”, a “Gay man”, a “Gay woman/lesbian”, “Heterosexual/straight”
  • The Trust defended its questions, saying they helped the organisation “understand who volunteers with us so that we can make the Trust a more relevant and accessible place to volunteer”.

Seems to me, that the only time these questions would be valid is if the aforementioned volunteers were about to take part in some massed weird sexual ritual before opening the gates and welcoming in the unsuspecting guests. Just so they could be paired out together, obviously, as we would definitely not wish to see the upheaval when, say; a lesbian was paired with a bisexual who was about to transit into, well, something else on the list.

Dame Helen, who is remembered for stating that  wind turbines were “rather beautiful things”, is  leaving the Trust to become Master (Mistress, Mattress ) of Balliol College, Oxford. Dame Helen, was accused by Sir Roy Strong, 82, who said: “If you go to a National Trust house or property, you’re being almost told what to think, and how we ought to react. “They’re obsessed with children, play areas, fun things at Easter and Christmas, and so on. The signs are that the National Trust is being turned into a branch of the leisure industry.  It’s ticking the boxes against the disabled, the aged, LGBT, the ethnic communities and the rest of it, and something gets lost along the way.”

She will be remembered (boy, will she ever be remembered) by the Trust for removing the ‘Easter’ from the Easter Egg Hunt, barring any volunteer from visitor duties at Felbrigg Hall if they did not wear some ‘rainbow’ ‘effing ABCX-supporting badge; along with ‘outing’ the former owner of the Hall, an ‘intensely private man’, on the grounds that the public had a right to know! As far as I can remember, she will pull down a salary of +/- £400,000. Nice wad for not doing very much beside attending the formal dinners, cocktail parties and pressing the flesh (as long as it is compliant, of course).