Why this Blog?

A place where I can lament the changing times; for eccentric comments on current affairs and for unfashionable views, expressed I hope, in cogent style; also occasional cris de coeur largely concerned, I regret to say, with myself.


I welcome your comments, so do please write. Please note however that all comments are moderated prior to publication. Whilst I fully appreciate that life can be frustrating, nevertheless, abuse, SMS language and illiteracy will not be tolerated!

Monday 30 December 2013

Happy New Year

As I wrote a couple of articles ago, I hold no hopes for 2014, but quite naturally, this in no way should prevent me from wishing you all the very best for 2014.

To help your celebrations along, here's a video of the London fireworks from New Year's Day 2012 - the last time I was filled with optimism!

Until next year

Flog It (to death?)

There is a television programme, on BBC2 called "Flog It!" where members of the public are invited to bring antique and/or collectible items for valuation and usually to be sold at auction.

The programme is presented by a profoundly irritating individual by name Paul Martin.  Martin has an annoying camp voice and displays appalling familiarity to the participants, extending even to placing his arm around the shoulders of various old, or not-so-old ladies.  He asks them "And what will you do with the money?" - that is the money (less the auctioneers' commission) realised from the sale of their items.

I have nothing worth selling, but if I did, it would give me great pleasure to reply to the money question "mind your own fucking business" or perhaps taking a leaf from Vivian Stanshall's book, "I think I'll become an alcoholic" or even "I think I'll stick it all up my nose."

Horrible common stuff - with the BBC feeling as it so often does these days, that it must play to the gallery.


Until the next time

Sunday 29 December 2013

Thank God That's Nearly Over

By that I mean of course, 2013.

It has been customary for me for many years (with one recent outstanding exception) to say something along the lines of "thank God that's over and let's hope for better things in the year to come."

No more.  The hell with 2013 and the hell with 2014 and so on.

Here then are my end-of-year thoughts.
With the passing of time and inevitably aware of the aging process, I find myself becoming increasingly misanthropic and with regard to the current “Age of the Common Man,” increasingly disgusted.
I have recently been reading about the state of politics and governance in England in the latter part of the 18th century. This was a time of quite extraordinary corruption by any standards, some of it motivated by the late King George III, a somewhat misguided monarch who imagined that he could rule in the manner of his predecessors two centuries before his time.  To this end he declared himself opposed to political parties; of course it must be remembered that the convention of having a parliament composed of two parties (well let us say two and a half to be generous) became the norm (again) later in the king’s reign. Large sinecures were provided to co-operative persons; some of these it must be said carried – at least in their titles - a degree of period charm.  “The Early Life of Charles James Fox” written by the Rt Hon. Sir George Otto Trevelyan Bt, includes the following splendid example:

“George Selwyn, who returned two members, and had something to say in the election of a third, was at one and the same time Surveyor-General of Crown Lands which he never surveyed; Registrar in Chancery at Barbados, which he never visited; and Surveyor of the Meltings and Clerk of the Irons at the Mint where he showed himself once a week in order to eat a dinner which he ordered but for which the nation paid.”  

There are references to others who were receiving sums of the order of £8000 p.a. (at 1770 values remember!) for doing nothing except perhaps taking the King’s side on parliamentary votes. 
All "right-minded" modern democrats – at least those who are perhaps less well informed than they should be – will be quick to express horror at such abuses.  These people would do well to read Private Eye, where each issue invariably contains appalling tales of government waste on a staggering scale, with billions poured down the drain on useless IT schemes (one thinks e.g. of the NHS) and even larger sums wasted in "educating" hordes of chavs, communists  and religious fundamentalists; golden handshakes to BBC officials, parliamentary expenses, corrupt local officials, legions of so-called management consultants etc. In sum, the incompetence is breath-taking and modern people can only show great naïveté criticising the leaders in the 18th century, who at least presided over Britain’s progress and advance in the world.
Charles James Fox, a brilliant man, a hopeless gambler and it is said a debaucher too, was one of the few who did their best to stand up to the corruption (William Pitt, Earl of Chatham was another).  But there were others: one Murray was offered a pension of £6000 if he would remain in the House of Commons, where he already received £7000 as Attorney-General, with a Tellership (worth the same) for his nephew.  He responded: “Good God! What merit have I that you should load this country, for which so little is done with spirit, with a fresh burden of six thousand a year?”  And then there were the extraordinary John Wilkes and the outstanding Edmund Burke. 
Given the individuals to whom I seem to have chosen to give mysupport, a casual reader might feel obliged to conclude that I am a Whig.  If one accepts that the Whigs claimed to be the champions of individual liberty (to a lesser or greater extent it must be said) that casual reader would be quite correct, though I am only a Whig up to a point – say 1867!  Unfortunately I am entirely unable to offer my devotion to a single point of policy of the Whigs’ alleged successors, the Liberal Party.  The current incarnation styled “The Liberal Democrats” to be more interested in ordering us about rather as the post-war Labour party of Attlee did, or in fact as does any modern party to be found anywhere in western Europe.  I will state however that the theocracies (e.g. Iran, Saudi-Arabia) are of course infinitely worse, as are the dictatorships – Russia, China, North Korea and so on.
In modern so-called democratic times it is standard practice to condemn the oligarchy (mostly the aristocracy) that ran the country in the 18th century. Fie I say!
Successive interfering reformers have destroyed the aristocracy with their shameful death duties – an outrage in my view (tax income by all means but taxing capital is the road to perdition) and replaced it with what?  The likes of Fred Goodwin, Len McCluskey, Lord Mandleson, Tony Blair, Goldman Sachs, Lloyd’s Bank, Arthur Scargill, George Galloway, Alistair Campbell, the useless Lord Pearson who destroyed Marconi, dubious hedge funds and their managers, and innumerable other freeloaders and hangers-on.
At least the aristocracy (most of them anyway) had style and class. 
Blair these days appears to be almost universally loathed by left and right alike.  I loathe him for his outrageous dishonesty, his ghastly creepy oleaginous personality and for the fact that it was under his appalling leadership that the following occurred:
  • Destruction of the House of Lords
  • Banning of fox-hunting (described as “Hunting with dogs” by his plebeian party supporters)
  • The smoking ban – fascism in action, which has destroyed many livelihoods
  • The appalling fraud and lies given out in order to prosecute the Iraq war
There was of course much more; and unlike the others I have listed, he was prime minister – for ten years at that…  Democracy?  Wonderful stuff.
These days I feel that I should like to restore matters to the time just following the second reform act of 1867.
And yes I love being out of fashion and out of my time.  The hell with them all: long live the aristocratic principle and to hell with 2014.

Until the next time

Saturday 28 December 2013

Remember the Links

It is worthwhile having a look at the links that you may find on the right-hand side of this page.  For example, here's an excellent rebellious post from the chap at Underdogs Bite Upwards.

Bunch of Cnuts!  excellent...

Until the next time

A Fine Scene

On its television coverage, the BBC as usual, reported on the traditional Boxing Day meets, accompanied by some fine footage of the normal spendid sight of horses, riders and hounds assembling for a meet. And inevitably, with its usual left-wing bias, the BBC was quick to remind us that (apparently) a majority of the population is in favour of a continued ban on the sport, a ban introduced by the loathsome Tony Blair supported by his repellent wife (who was reportedly shocked at the sight of a (dead) fox being 'torn apart' by the hounds).  Of course the hounds 'tore apart' the fox; that's their job - duh!

I have seen the result of fox activity - the bastard vermin got my chickens in France...

No doubt the Blairs (and I suppose the BBC) would be highly supportive of the scheme to re-introduce wolves into rural France in the interests of conservation.  Has Mrs Blair seen a sheep torn apart by wolves?  I doubt it.  And the furious shepherds are of course not allowed to shoot the vicious predators which damage their livlihoods.

The world is bloody-well upside down and I for one hate it.

Until the next time - and if you think that this post is "reactionary," just wait for my end of year special - ha-ha!

Saturday 21 December 2013


Best wishes to all for Christmas and the New Year.

Until the next time.

Wednesday 18 December 2013

Hullo Fatty

Some actress, one Jennifer Lawrence, has said that it should be illegal to call someone "fat" on television.

Miss Lawrence would do well to remember that her country (is she an American?) is a signatory to the Helsinki accords - which include the right of free speech.

Is Jennifer Lawrence fat?  I haven't the faintest - I do not know who she is - and does anyone actually care?

Until the next time

Monday 16 December 2013

Thank You Private Eye

Yes, a big thank you to one of my favourite publications - the last issue desperately awaited following the death of Nelson Mandela and the absurd over-reaction of the world's media.

Private Eye's latest edition included a full page of suitable and very amusing, antidotes.  "Free-eeeeeeeeeee Lawson Nigella" was especially entertaining.

I watched two blokes, one a Labour M.P. last week on the television.  One of them said something along the following lines: "If we say that Adolf Hitler was the worst man of the twentieth century, then we can say that Mandela was the greatest."

I of course expostulated that this was rubbish.  Mandela was indeed a great man, brave and showing resolute leadership at a difficult time. Hitler was of course an awful man, but I think that Mao Tse Tung and Stalin were worse than he - at least judging by body-count. And as for "the greatest" my list would have to include Franklin D. Roosevelt and Winston S. Churchill, who together saved western civilisation. (I do of course recognise Soviet Russia's vast contribution, but find my gorge rising when I think of the then Soviet leader and his numerous toadies).

Until the next time

Friday 22 November 2013

Language Barbarism

Who is to blame for the horrible verb "pickpocketing?"  Why has this disgusting construction been foisted on us - and by whom?  

I presume by the same sort of people who would say "mother-in-laws" - and militant cyclists, and global-warmists.

Who would say "pickstrawberrying" or "pickcherrying"?

The word of course should be "pocket-picking" - WITH the bloody hyphen.


Until the next time

Wednesday 9 October 2013


I see that the president of Tanzania has announced that in future, the rangers who attempt to protect the wild life in Tanzania's national parks will be operating a "shoot-to-kill" policy with regard to the numerous poachers that are operating there.  I fully applaud this announcement: these poachers have killed and indeed are killing, a vast number of elephants for the Chinese ivory trade.  Recently these vermin went so far as to poison a water-hole with cyanide; disgusting.

Even more disgusting some booby announced that such a policy would "infringe" the human rights of the poaching scum.  What utter bollocks!  What "human rights?"  It's so simple: DON'T POACH AND DON'T GET SHOT.  The Chinese government could (but won't) do something about this distressing business; in fact the Chinese government is generally very consistent in being unhelpful - e.g. as in the case of Syria or its support for the repellent "Dr" Robert Mugabe.

Next, the Advertising Standards Authority has decided to ban the Home Office campaign which warned illegal imigrants that they should clear out.  Why?  Just as with the poachers it's simple: DON'T ARRIVE HERE ILLEGALLY - WE DO NOT WANT YOU.

Until the next time

Tuesday 10 September 2013

A Bit More of 9th September

by John Donne

NOW thou hast loved me one whole day,
To-morrow when thou leavest, what wilt thou say ?
Wilt thou then antedate some new-made vow ?
            Or say that now
We are not just those persons which we were ?
Or that oaths made in reverential fear
Of Love, and his wrath, any may forswear ?
Or, as true deaths true marriages untie,
So lovers' contracts, images of those,
Bind but till sleep, death's image, them unloose ?
            Or, your own end to justify,
For having purposed change and falsehood, you
Can have no way but falsehood to be true ?
Vain lunatic, against these 'scapes I could
            Dispute, and conquer, if I would ;
            Which I abstain to do,
For by to-morrow I may think so too.


Until the next time.

Monday 9 September 2013

9th September 2013


Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill,
Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.
You said, "Though glory and ecstasy we pass;
Wind, sun and earth remain, the birds sing still,
When we are old, are old...." And when we die
All's over that is ours; and life burns on
Through other lovers, other lips," said I,
-- "Heart of my heart, our heaven is now, is won."

"We are earth's best, that learnt her lesson here.
Life is our cry. We have kept the faith!" we said;
"We shall go down with unreluctant tread
Rose-crowned into the darkness!" ... Proud we were,
And laughed, that had such brave true things to say.
-- And then suddenly you cried, and turned away.

Until the next time

Friday 30 August 2013


On reflection, I consider that a military strike - even a so-called surgical strike (if at all possible) - against Bashar al-Assad's horrible regime would not be a good idea.  I believe that the Syrian government, or at least elements of the Syrian military are responsible for the awful chemical attacks carried out last week since I am convinced that rebels do not have the means for such attacks.

Nevertheless, there are it seems, terrible people on both sides, and given the likelihood of collateral damage and deaths possibly of innocents, I can see that all an attack would do would be further to entrench opinions there, and were such attacks to result in the substantial weakening or even removal of al-Assad, in no time at all there would be another bunch of medieval extremists in charge with their stupid Sharia Laws, who would continue to wage war - as they have done for 1300 years - on their ideological opponents - Sunni or Shia, take your pick.

As for Mr Miliband's performance in the House of Commons yesterday, I see him as a nasty little opportunist turncoat and appeaser.

And the people of Syria will continue to suffer, victims of an ideology that is a 1000 years out of date.

Until the next time

30.viii.2011 - 30.viii.2013

Oh frabjous day,
Calloo callay!

Until the next time

Sunday 25 August 2013

The Ashes 2013

I'm very disappointed to see the final Ashes match called off for bad light with just four overs remaining, with England having every chance to win - albeit with an effort.  Surely the ICC must now review the absurd light laws which it has instituted.

But I offer my compliments to Australian captain Michael Clarke for his very sporting declaration at tea today, which in my view was in the best spirit of the Game.

Until the next time.

Friday 2 August 2013

UNITE & The Illegals

So that fathead Len McCluskey is now trying to make a name for himself by playing the "racist" card with regard to the Home Office's campaign to attempt to get illegal immigrants to leave the United Kingdom.

What rubbish.

The campaign relates to the illegal status of these people, not their race(s).  Do we need illegal immigrants?  No we don't.

Utter nonsense and a gross waste of time, effort, and no doubt, public funds.

Until the next time

Current News: Fracking and Zimbabwe

I see that the nimbies are hard at it at Balcombe: "Frack off" says one deathlessly witty poster.


I swear that if I lived in Balcombe, the protesters would have an uphill job to persuade me to join them.  I am wholly in favour of exploration; the right-on protesters would do well to reflect that natural gas in vast quantities will be required to fill the gaps whilst their useless wind turbines are, as usual doing sod-all.

Just see what happens when the power is cut off and they are unable to whine on Twitter or Facebook! They would have been better advised to picket the court and boo and jeer at the two monsters who were sentenced to life imprisonment for the brutal and horrible murder of a little boy.  What a pity we are not allowed to hang them.

As for Zimbabwe, the black Stalin is claiming victory in this week's election. No doubt the "happy" citizens of his ruined country have provided a majority of 98.9% to keep this corrupt mass-murderer in his destructive role.  The useless African Union has declared the elections to have been fair; in a pig's eye - after all there is none so blind as he who will not see.


Until the next time.

Sunday 7 July 2013

Wimbledon Final Reflections

Today, the last day of the championships, we were treated to a splendid display of top-class tennis from two superb players; two champions.

Novak Djokovic was supremely dignified, sporting and charming in defeat (John Inverdale look on and weep) and he put up a tremendous fight, throughout the match.

I feel that Murray deserved his victory; no-one could have tried harder than he - there was very little that was beyond his reach or so it seemed.

My own feelings however are I regret to say, of jealousy; not for the supreme talent and evident work ethic of the two wonderful players.  No, talent is a rare thing and I never had any sporting aspirations; I am jealous of the wonderful support Andy Murray receives from his girlfriend.  In  truth, only once in my life have I enjoyed that degree of commitment and it lasted about nine months in 1978/9.

I hope that Murray knows just how lucky he is.

And I offer my congratulations.

Until the next time.

Story of a Pleb

So BBC Wimbledon commentator John Inverdale is in trouble after making derogatory remarks about new champion Marion Bartoli's looks.

Ludicrously, these comments have been criticised for being "sexist."  What rubbish!  Inverdale was commenting on her looks, not her gender; people are very stupid, allowing themselves to be brainwashed by the "right-on" lefties and liberals.

As for Inverdale, whilst  not guilty of "sexism," he is certainly guilty of deplorable ungentlemanly behaviour and should immediately offer a grovelling personal apology if not his resignation (fat chance).

After all, what can one expect of a somebody who would say "love-forty DOWN?"

As I have complained before, why does the BBC find it necessary to employ oiks like Inverdale?


It has just been reported that Inverdale has written to Mlle Bartoli apologising for what he called his "ham-fisted comments."

I should bloody-well think so.

Until the next time.

Saturday 6 July 2013

Wimbledon 2013

I have to express how profoundly disappointed I am at Marion Bartoli's success in today's final.

I very much wanted to see Sabine Lisicki win, but it seems that the occasion overcame her.  Miss Bartoli's personality on court, I find most unattractive, though she is admittedly, very different off it.

As for tomorrow's men's final I have no preference one way or the other.

And I do not think it correct that the women should receive prize money equal to that of the men; ridiculous.

Until the next time.

Tuesday 2 July 2013

Words on Wimbledon: More Grrr and a Nod to a Touch of Class

Once upon a time, the Daily Express possessed the services of a wonderful cartoonist called Giles.  Giles's beautifully-drawn cartoons often featuring a classic suburban family complete with an  irascible "Gran," were hugely popular.  In particular I recall a cartoon which, one year reflected the annual British passion for the lawn tennis Championships at Wimbledon.  The family were depicted stocking up with crates of baked beans etc., in preparation for a fortnight's "siege" whilst the tennis appeared on the television.

And yes, I enjoy watching the tennis still, despite the appalling shrieks uttered by some of the female players and the dreadful solecisms from the BBC's commentators.

A reminder: when stating the score during a game, that of the server is always given first; at the conclusion of a set or match, that of the victor.  It therefore drives me to the verge of apoplexy to hear the cretinous commentators say "he is love-forty DOWN."  Of course he is down - he  is LOVE-FORTY you great booby!   Even worse I have heard "He was 15-40 down ON HIS SERVICE" - morons.

I am also disgusted at the extreme behaviour of the crowds: applauding a double fault is very bad manners and I loathe the pathetic slow hand-clapping every time a line call challenge is made.  I suspect that the English crowds have picked up this infuriating habit from the French at Roland Garros.

And another thing: it is depressing to see quite frequently the loser depart alone from the court; this is bad form. The loser should of course wait and leave the court together with the victor.

Yesterday, following her defeat by Sabine Lisicki, seven-times champion Serena Williams showed true class and good manners by waiting for Miss Lisicki.  They left the court together.

An example to us all, now sadly rather rare.

Until the next time.

Thursday 13 June 2013

More Ranting

As far as this writer is concerned there are always suitable subjects for rage, angst, grief etc.

First, how I loathe the clichés used by politicians viz: "In real terms since 1979/1997/2010;" in response to any question: "What is important..." and currently, the infuriating expression "Hard-working families."  Grrr.

Second, bloody religion.  The Sunni versus Shia battles - these people are even worse than the Prods and Caatholics in Ireland.  Stupid, stupid people.  Grrr.

Third, the decline and progressive emaciation of the English language.  The Daily Telegraph seems no longer to be able to distinguish between the noun "licence" and the verb "to license," and also the difference between "complimentary" and "complementary."  Pathetic.  Grrr.

Fourth, with the wonderful exception of the excellent Catherine Edwards ("Roman Women" BBC4) the apparent enthusiasm of the BBC to recruit and employ persons who are incapable of speaking clearly.  Dreadful accents abound and also other solecisms - e.g. some "live" correspondent referred the other day to "several cup-of-teas."  Such people are as unsuited to appearing on broadcast media as say, Lord (John) Prescott.  

We have:
  • the appalling Americanism "impact" meaning "affect" (why?) 
  • the irritating expression "leverage" pronounced incorrectly (meaning what?)
  • weather forecasters who warn us about "claads" and "shaas," others referring to "yeees."
  • the horrid term "going forward"

Fifth, sentimental treatment of little furry animals - e.g. the badger cull row.  I do enjoy "Springwatch" on the television (despite the grating accents of the very highly expert presenters) but their glamorisation of foxes makes my blood boil.  Had I land of my own, I would certainly devote a meadow to wild flowers to encourage the bees etc. and take care of my woodland, but I would also have a shot-gun and any fox that stuck its murderous head up would have it blown off.  Sadly that traitor Blair banned hunting.  I have never forgiven these horrible creatures for the slaughter of my beloved hens in France.

Grrr, grrr, grrr, grrr, grrr.

Until the next time.

Thursday 30 May 2013

Yasmin Alibhai-Brown

In this post that I submitted the other day, I referred to transportation to the South Sandwich Islands as a suitable method of dealing with Islamist (or in fact any) religious extremists, terrorists etc.

On Monday this week, owing to the fact that the only newspaper left at the newsagent was The Independent, I came across an article by Miss Alibhai-Brown.  She wrote: 

"And at moments of high tension, the most liberal and democratic of us fantasise about transporting them all [Islamist fanatics] to a remote cold island, their own dismal caliphate where they could preach to each other and die."

Could it be possible that Miss Alibhai-Brown had seen my article?  Otherwise it came as quite a shock that she might have something in common with this writer, but as is well known, life is "full of surprises" usually in my experience, unpleasant ones.  I must say that "dismal caliphate" is a well-turned phrase, but implying (at least, I draw the inference) that there might be something undemocratic about transporting these ordures is surely erroneous.  How many of Miss Alibhai-Brown's fellow Britons would be likely to support such a scheme?

Quite a few I should say.

Until the next time.

Wednesday 29 May 2013

Watch This Space

I have a suspicion that my blog, though being hardly a suitable destination, might be being read by famous lefty, Miss Yasmin Alibhai-Brown.

Update tomorrow.

Until then

Miscellaneous Rants

Typically, the older I get the more annoying life becomes.  Once upon a time one might meet lefty females who would ask "Why are you so angry, Paul?"  There is a simple answer to this: "Because there is so much that gets on my tits."

Last night, the BBC on Newsnight interviewed famous lefty George Monbiot who is a sort of activist for "environmental" and ecological issues.  This crackpot wants wolves to be re-introduced into this country; cretin.  This has already happened in south-eastern France where the shepherds have to stand idly by whilst their flocks are decimated by these vermin.  The sheep-farmers are not permitted to shoot the wolves.


And I'm bloody annoyed (as always) about the slackness that is causing a steady decline in the English language.

Why do the railway companies insist on addressing us as "customers?"  We are NOT customers, we are passengers.  I suppose that before long patients will be referred to as "customers" of the health service.  Rubbish.

And pronunciation!  Why cannot anyone pronounce the words "for" and "to"?  Why have they become "fer" and "ter?"  Slackness.  The BBC is very guilty: their people cannot pronounce "formidable," controversy," or "centenary" correctly - these just being examples.  Here are the BBC pronunciations, followed by the correct versions:

forMIDable - FORmidable
conTROVersy - CONtroversy
cenTENary - centeenary

The last has suffered from what I call Kenya trouble - ever since the pronunciation of that state's name was modified in honour of former terrorist Jomo Kenyatta.  Today I see that Mount Everest has to be referred to by some jaw-breaking name.  Nonsense, same as Myanmar for Burma, Mumbai for Bombay, Innuits for Esquimaux, etc., etc. ad nauseam.  The worst example arguably, is referring to Red Indians as "Native Americans."  John Wayne or Ronald Reagan or Martin Luther King were every bit as "native American" as Geronimo.  More cosy PC rubbish.  I would not of course object to "aboriginal Americans" or even at a pinch "indiginous Americans."

I watched a terrible film the other day: Sword of Sherwood daing from 1960 and featuring Richard Greene as Robin Hood.  A Hammer production, it was truly pathetic except in one respect: every actor spoke beautifully.  It was balm for my long-suffering ears.

I hate change.


Until the next time.

Friday 24 May 2013

WOOLWICH - An Afterthought

Since it is politically impossible these days, in the West at least to execute the sort of vermin who carried out yesterday's attack, for me this begs the question about what could we actually do with these appalling people - and the perverted maniacs who "radicalise" them.

I suggest that the penalty of transportation, to British territory elsewhere be reinstated; why not?  We would not be "infringing their human rights" by deporting them to countries who have a better idea of how to deal with terrorists, and anyway, tragically many of these people actually have British passports.

I see with interest that the South Sandwich Islands, British sovereign territory in the South Atlantic, are unoccupied and have been since we kicked out the illegal Argentinian base that was installed there in 1978.

So it's very simple: gather together the murderers and thugs who pervert the name of Islam with their deranged activities, and their horrible hate-purveying ranters (e.g. Abu Qatada), give them 50 sheep and some packets of seeds and deposit them in the South Atlantic.  Problem solved - and of course this punishment will apply to any other "radicals" who try to stir up trouble.  The climate there should cool their ardour a little and there would be the added bonus of their presence being likely to dissuade the Argentinians from attempting another take-over!  Since the climate may well be a bit too tough for the sheep (though I dare say there may be some hardy breed) I suppose we might stretch a point and give them some fishing tackle!

Until the next time.

Thursday 23 May 2013


Not much to say on this topic.

The disgusting attack on a British soldier in broad daylight carried out by a pair of deranged Islamist scum is of course, profoundly shocking.  I am delighted that the pair were shot by the police and I hope that pain they will have to endure will persuade them that their Allah is not perhaps as merciful as they were inclined to believe; perhaps they were hoping to be shot dead and thus collect their heavenly reward of 72 virgins?

I would like to think that some good might come out of this appalling crime in that the government will finally show some real balls, ignore the bloody EU and kick out some of these extremist scum (e.g. Abu Qatada).  These islamist cretins merely serve to build up hatred and cause social divisions in this country; it is good to see that the Muslim Council has unreservedly condemned the attack - as of course they should.

Depressing though it was to hear that some young fanatics expressed themselves pleased at the outrage.  These perverted vermin should be put down; they merely serve to encourage the nasty lower-class yobs in the English Defence League as has already been demonstrated.

Until the next time.