As regular visitors to this blog will know I am, of course, a fool. This foolishness is manifested in various ways, and on the whole I put up with myself and make light of
Continue reading →Soliloquy
Saturday Evening Posts Worth Reading and the 25-Hour News.
Raccoon intelligence from Nautilus. The Biter, bit. A Feminist finds herself on the wrong end of the new wave of politically correct allegations. Could this be an Continue reading →
Where are they now? No 284 – Essex Man.
As excitable Sky journalists rush to tell us of ‘UKIPs first MP’, Douglas Carswell, I thought I’d take a look at the ‘forgotten man’ – who
Continue reading →Cameron insults us all with his response to UKIP.
This is what happens when you have a Prime Minister advised by a ‘Lord Chancellor’ – now downgraded to ‘Justice Secretary’ – who isn’t a lawyer.
UKIP are campaigning to see
Djinns, Dakini, Kindoki and other spooks that go Bwaa in the night…
Back in 2011, Tim Loughton, then Parliamentary Under-Secretary of State for Children and Families, set up a round table meeting of ‘experts’.
The experts sat there and told him horrific tales of witchcraft, spirit possession, demons or the devil,
Continue reading →Valuing Antiques – and the Great Pig-Iron Bubble.
A friend e-mailed me this week, asking if I could be of assistance in valuing some antiques for them. Years of ‘antique running’ taught me that there is only one answer to that question – they are worth
Continue reading →The Greedier Media.
As we speed through the brave new world of social media, disasters splatter against our windscreen like so many mosquitoes. We can ignore some of them, look past them, wipe away others – but eventually, we must stop,
Continue reading →Saturday Evening Posts Worth Reading and the 25-Hour News.
The Archdruid reports on the Buffalo Winds. John Band on Clacton – the whitest place in the UK! Panorama narrows its focus. Lucy Reed on Continue reading →
A Grovelling Apology.
An abysmal performance yesterday; I can only say how terribly sorry I am for the trouble I caused you all.
When I took the site down before I had my last operation – I managed to delete
Continue reading →The Conference Season
Who, apart from ambitious young journalists in drag looking to snare a cheap story, actually goes to a Party Conference of any persuasion?
The Telegraph helpfully calculated, a few months ago, that it cost upwards of £700 to spend
Continue reading →Mornington Crescent.
Shall we have a quick burst of Mornington Crescent to lighten the atmosphere? The rules, naturally are known only to me, the winner will be the person who gets the most wrong answers, Sean Connery won’t be allowed
Continue reading →A Mark-ed Man.
The Ice-bucket challenge must have seemed positively refreshing compared to the bucket of shite tipped over Brooks Newmark’s head by the Sunday Mirror at the week-end. (What is he clasping in his hands?)
A tawdry little
Continue reading →Saturday Evening Posts Worth Reading and the 25-Hour News.
Feminist Nirvana for £80 a day by Laura Perrins. Clive Bates and the ethics of deceiving people with false information. Damian McBride talks Balls. Moor Larkin Continue reading →
The Reality of 'Care' by the State.
Oft goes the cry ‘Social Services should take that child into care’; or ‘parents like that shouldn’t be allowed to have children’ – though I doubt that you would find too many children who have been ‘in care’
Continue reading →My 'Lidl' Pony Back on the Menu?
Never in the field of human emotiveness have so many euphemisms appeared in one House of Commons committee meeting. Not in the debates surrounding the issue of ‘helping’ elderly NHS patients to depart this mortal coil’ with
Continue reading →The Poor shall Inherit the Girth.
Anyone of a certain age will recall that the chocolate bar Milky Way used to be advertised as ‘The sweet you can eat between meals without ruining your appetite’, with the emphasis on can. This
Continue reading →Quackers – now let us see a show of support for ALL the women involved.
Gordon Brown's Bouncing Bomb.
We’re all so ‘not going to be in this together’, promises #LAB14. Is that Minora or Majora?
In fact every special interest group is going to have its own parliament. Dozens of them. Hundreds of
Continue reading →Mungo munching, Number crunching, Voter punching.
Tran Qui is so British he could pass the ‘Britishness’ test untutored in some respects. Not that he speaks English, nor even lives here, but he has that essential ‘British’ quality – or arrogance – of assuming that whatever
Continue reading →Saturday Evening Posts Worth Reading and the 25-Hour News.
Countercultural Father with a beautifully understated description of the Trouble at Blackfen….. The Suitsy – workwear for the Onesy generation trying out work for the first time…. Archbishop Cranmer Continue reading →
The Salmond and the Darling.
The Salmond and the Darling
Were watching through the night;
They cheered like anything to see
Such quantities of votes:
“So long as this were going our way”
They said, “it would be grand!”
“O Voters, come and Continue reading →
Were watching through the night;
They cheered like anything to see
Such quantities of votes:
“So long as this were going our way”
They said, “it would be grand!”
“O Voters, come and Continue reading →
25 Hour News Special (Scotland Decides)
The end is nigh, och aye… Continue reading →
The End of the World is Nigh…
The end of the world as we know it, that is. Still, we survived the world map no longer being pink all over, and we learnt to call Ceylon – Sri Lanka; in fact some of us refer
Continue reading →Pedagogue or Paedophile?
A long, long, time ago, just after World War 11, six licenses were granted to war veterans that allowed them to take commercial photographs in Trafalgar Square thus overriding the obscure by-law that had long prevented this means
Continue reading →Twitter, Twatter, Twotter…and Thumb Gymnastics.
The Twitterati. The word has even made it into the Oxford dictionary. Because nobody ever wrote anything down until humans learnt to dance a jig on double jointed thumbpoint whilst having breakfast with a lover that
One Man and His Shed.
I needed to open a can of treacle today.
Mr G was off in the middle distance, roaring up and down the field on his tractor; the man who cut the hay had had
Continue reading →Saturday Evening Posts Worth Reading and the 25 Hour News
Meanwhile, Scarfolk carries on as per unusual… http://scarfolk.blogspot.co.uk/ A retrospective on the curse of the ‘dirty old man’… http://jimcannotfixthis.blogspot.co.uk/2014/09/no-country-for-old-men.html#!/2014/09/no-country-for-old-men.html Another interesting view on the Scottish Independence Continue reading →
Past Lives and the NHS.
Past Lives and Present Misgivings – Part Two
Past Lives and Present Misgivings – Part One.
