Month: June 2012

More Fascist Crap!

Well then, not content with persecuting the peasants in London, the fascistii of the Olympics are now to persecute the athletes!
Jolly good, let the pain be shared equally, after all, they are the cause of the whole shooting match.
Evidently the Olympic pub in the athletes tower penal accommodation blocks is dry.
Even worse, the only drinks are CocaCola and Powerade, nothing else!  (Can you imagine it?){The horror of it all!!!}
And even worse than that, no food or drink can be bought in from outside into the security area.

So unless the athletes leave the village they cannot get a decent civilised meal or libation. I predict that the pubs of the East End will be doing a roaring trade!

Having viewed the videos, I gather that the accommodation will subsequently be apartments, whom for I wonder, I wasn’t aware that we were importing pygmy asylum seekers in quantity as they are patently unfit for human habitation!

It has now got to be one of my chief morning entertainments, watching the fascist stranglehold noose tighten on any poor benighted hapless creature of the UK that falls under the Olympian ukase. It gives me serious reason to give thanks that I have escaped, whatever goes on here it ain’t half as bad as there.  I wonder if there will be a rise in emigration subsequently, sentient beings considering this to be the last straw?

When is Coe going to be renamed Zeus?  I bet the ancient Athenians are spinning in their graves!

Do lightening bolts come out of his arse yet?

Olympic song by Neo-Queen band (apologies to CO and Bearsy)

Muse definition.
1. Greek Mythology Any of the nine daughters of Mnemosyne and Zeus, each of whom presided over a different art or science.
2. a. A guiding spirit.
b. A source of inspiration.
3. A poet.
4. Unidentified rock band (sank) on Battleships 2 (still under appeal from OZ).

If Freddie were still with us this would be the type of song he’d be writing. Muse are almost a clone of Queen. No bad thing that, don’t you think? Over-produced crystal clear sound, histrionic vocals, screaming guitars all laced within a classical background. It’s a throwback to the first five Queen albums.

Though there are some murmurs of disapproval; even some Muse fans are unhappy with the song. One commentator saying it would be in last place at the Eurovision. Sorry buddy, you’re missing the point. Muse don’t write catchy pop songs. To appreciate their music you have to listen over and over again. One listen is not enough, the song does grow on you. Bombastic- yes. Pretentious- yes. A cut above the other bands- oh yes.
Janh1 will like this.

Events in Virginia

As I posted recently, we have just returned from spending some time with our son and daughter in law in DC. It appears we left just in time.

It was beginning to get hot by the time we left and yesterday they had record breaking temperatures there. This led to some huge thunderstorms in Virginia, Maryland and DC last night. This is the view from our son’s front window that he saw this morning. They are still lacking power.

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When projectionists go wild

Before the multiplex took over the world there was an abundance of picture halls. Most of these cinemas were what were called flea pits. It didn’t matter that they were called flea pits, they were still filled to capacity. Affordable and with a wide variety of fare on offer, the films did a roaring trade with the populace. These were the days of the ice-cream lady with her tray of ice-cold goodies. The usher with a torch. The likeable greeter at the foyer. (Walmart retired greeters from their stores recently, a business update you might have missed) Cinemas employed a vast variety of people- from cleaners to admin staff.

My mother told me recently that my uncle James worked as a projectionist in one of the picture halls. And then she told me of the time uncle James turned up for work, let’s just say, worse for wear. James put the reels on wrong and the film played upside down. The audience were vocal in their consternation. James retrieved the situation and got things back to normal. He didn’t get fired. He continued working for a good few more years.

More Horror in store for London.

What is it with these people?
When, if ever will they stop?
Why the constant desire to wreck London and ensure it’s reduction to dystopia?
Are ordinary workers never to be allowed to pursue their day to day activities without constant interruption?

It appears that having nigh on wrecked the City for months with those bloody Olympics they now want to hold a road race round the West End.  I do not see any other capital city in the Western Hemisphere committing such commercial suicide.  Bernie Ecclestone, a wretched malignant dwarf if ever there was one, wants a F1 circuit basically round HMQ’s joint.
The money, the tourists, the profit etc etc.

What about the poor bloody residents and workers?
What about the clean air acts?
What about the roads being withdrawn from the paid for network?
What about the lost productivity and profits of ordinary companies?

They have a couple of perfectly good circuits elsewhere, let them use those or build a new one at their own expense somewhere out of the way, Rockall might be eminently suitable!  Why ordinary taxpayers should be constantly disrupted going about their lives in favour of idiots running, jumping and now vrooming is totally beyond me. Don’t these bloody retards have anything more constructive to do?  And if they must perform, would they please go and do it out of sight as consenting adults not in a public place!

Londoners need a revolt to stop all this nonsense.

Portugal win !

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Ja well.

Members may well have read my comments about the standard of journalism in my local read. It’s awful, it’s been awful for years and unfortunately it’s going to be awful for many years to come.

This is a scan of the main story on the back page of today’s E.P.Herald.

Thankfully I only buy the thing for the DT cryptic crossword.

Mark Ogden, the apparent writer of this garbage is of course a Daily Telegraph journalist, in fact the article is credited to “© Daily Telegraph” (full scan of article here)

I wonder how Mr Ogden feels about this?

For the record it was Spain who won 4-2 on penalties to send Portugal packing.

 

Dog (poetry competition)

I  wrote this over fifty years ago, when I was under attack equally from acne and emotions and hadn’t yet decided whether I was going to be Sir Galahad or Don Juan. (Well, no-one sets out aspiring to be average do they?)

Anyway, despite it’s faults…..

Small boy running with a black and white dog
Down across the meadow, through the woods, to the bog
Small boy throws sticks, lights a fire, builds a dam
Dog runs around to find where the rabbits ran
Always out together in wind and rain and snow
Where small boy is, then dog has to go

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More on Those Wretched Olympics.

Beyond rumination, more like regurgitation at such gross exploitation.

I gather that within the whole Olympic venue the only food concession is Mc Donalds.

All soft drinks are purveyed by CocaCola

All alcohol is supplied by Heineken.

Picnics not allowed for ‘security reasons’.  More likely security of corporate pockets!

So, not one British Company, no choice at all and totally unhealthy food to boot.  I just cannot understand why anyone would want to go.  Can you imagine being trapped in there for the day with only burgers and cokes?  Oh yes and only payment by VISA card, I suppose they are forced to take cash?  The whole thing is beyond my understanding that there is no choice. I am rather surprised that the law of the land allows the lack of competition.

I wonder if the`Zil lane occupants are forced to eat burgers?  Not bloody likely!

I do so hope there is a great deal of civil unrest and disruption, there deserves to be.