Author: coldwaterjohn
CWJ travelled extensively with his family, having worked in eleven countries over thirty years. A keen photographer, holding a Private Pilot's Licence, he focuses mainly on landscape and aerial imagery. Having worked in the Middle East extensively he follows developments in that region with particular interest, and views with growing concern, the radicalisation flowing from Islamic fundamentalism, and the intolerance for opposing views, stemming from it. View all posts by coldwaterjohn
Boadicea's Chariot 
Let them try blocking Her Majesty’s Highway with their Rses in the air where I want to walkm that’s all. Grrrr.
CWJ, I don’t know the date of this broadcast, but I suspect it pre-dates the actions taken by the government against the burkha. Is not in France, by the way, that the police have made major concessions in the uniform worn by muslim policewomen.
Why hasn’t news like this, well, been on the news. Why hasn’t it reached our media, why only CBN?
Surely something like this would have made news media throughout Europe and the rest of the world, not just CBN.
The French are easily pleased. Wrigglys recycle condoms and sell them back to the French as chewing gum. 🙂
Apparently the pork and wine retaliation was banned!
A few years ago I was waiting, in the rain, at a bus terminal in Richmond. There was a bus there, but we couldn’t get on – the doors were firmly locked so we knocked on the window. The bus driver was on the floor. He glared at us and continued saying his prayers. We had to stand in the rain until he had finished and cleared away his prayer mat. Incidentally, the bus was late leaving the stop…
Some years ago, nothing happened on a Sunday here. Shops were closed and etc.
Different now, of course.
That’s more than forty years ago Araminta!
Yes, but in a strange sort of way, I preferred it, Boadicea.
The Sunday trading laws were utterly ridiculous. There were furniture and hardware stores open in London where one could buy a pound of bananas (which it was legal to sell) for £400 and receive a ‘free’ dining room suite of your choice… 🙂
I know, time moves on, but I’m still a bit nostalgic for Sundays as they used to be. I refuse to shop on Sundays. I love meeting friends and family for lunch, at home or at the pub.
I just like the idea that one day at least is different; I even go to church occasionally.
Well I am pleased at least that we haven’t attracted the raving loonie comments commonly seen at the other place by spluttering Sir Herbert Gussets, from The Old Rehab Clinic for Distressed Gentlefolk, Notlong-On-The-Wagon, nr. Barking Mad, Somerset.(does anyone else read Private Eye?)
I have no idea when the film footage dates from – someone sent it to me with the byline, “Coming to a Street Near You Shortly” – clearly someone with no idea that besides the local Bangladeshi restaurant owner, a Turkish tailor, and the Wongs who run the Chinese restaurant, and the odd Black American Air Force visitor to the base, the only other “foreigners” round here are English!