How in God’s name can a 78 year old be dragged off by the pigs on a murder charge when defending himself and his home?
So some lowlife gets hoist on his own petard, in this case a lowly screwdriver, and snuffs it. Jolly good, one less piece of lowlife, give the guy a medal who achieved it, certainly not a murder charge. Ironically it was the pensioner himself who called the pigs, pity he didn’t just drag the corpse out into the gutter and leave him there!
The local paper reports that Mt Baker had 100″ of snow this WEEK.
Most of which fell on us as rain! (Do remember 12″ snow 1″ of rain though!)
We are hideously waterlogged and one mustn’t stand still or one gets mould, no wonder half the population appears to be in Arizona, Mexico or Hawaii. After getting pneumonia in Wales last autumn I ain’t going anywhere soon, thank God for central heating and a good roof.
How is the weather elsewhere? It is definitely a wetter winter than usual here, doesn’t bloody stop, worse than Wales and that’s going some!
There is a definite lack of sustenance in this world, it is definitely coming to a non bitter end. I doubt many of you have noticed but it is the demise of the Seville orange.
As they say South of the Mason Dixon line.
I Declare! And that says it all. I really don’t know how many more newspapers I can read without taking to the hills.
One appreciates that there is a decline in every facet of society, education, manners, violence, morals and of course suitable clothing. First Parliament abandons ties and NOW the Cof E is abandoning vestments and it is suggested Bishops should fold their mitres for good!
Once more, another psychotic raghead attack, more anodyne platitudes spewed by politicians, more ‘standing together’, mass wholesale purchase of candles and rotting flower mounds.
How much longer does the citizenry of the UK have to take this utter travesty before someone has the balls to DO SOMETHING?
Well then, as to that qualifying as the social wedding event of the year of the would be members of ‘society’, I can only observe, God help society!
It appeared to be a motley collection of those with more money than sense or taste and those minor royalty who would attend the opening of an envelope. Don’t some of them even own a mirror? I’ve seen better looking hats on Wurzel Gummidge in fields! The aristocracy were notably absent.
I read today of a protest by disabled users of Southern Rail against the inadequacy of staff to allow them to board the train without prior booking.
It reminded me of last time I travelled by rail a couple of years ago in the UK. There were no staff! There were no porters in Swansea or Reading, both large stations. No assistance of any kind for love nor money. Passengers helped me to manhandle my suitcase on and off the train, but in Reading there was a footbridge to negotiate, quite impossible! I waited, expecting to see some type of employee hove to on the horizon, nothing. I waited until the train was gone, nothing, absolute desolation! So I stood and shouted Help! loudly. Finally someone came, I explained my predicament, Oh, says he, I’m not a porter, well says I, I am going to stand here and shout and scream until someone helps to get me off this platform. He capitulated, and, mirabile dictu a staff only lift was found. I gave him 10 pounds at the taxi rank, he was aghast, I can’t take that! Why not? He did! I did ask him why there were no porters, he looked at me like I was fresh out of the ARK and said there had been none for years, I did admit to not having been on a train for thirty years!
I note an article in the papers today about drones.
I personally abhor their use over other people’s personal property. One had the temerity to crash land here in the garden! What would have happened had it hit a dog or wrecked a plant? I confiscated it immediately, put it in the dustbin to trap it and later took it out, hung it on the garage wall and eventually gave it to my gardener for his nephew, anywhere but here. Had it merely hovered I would have shot it without a thought. Nobody ever turned up to claim it.
What would you all do with the wretched things?
As a foot note to this , at our last place we had a gas pipeline jut behind the property, that is at the top of a five acre field. A helicopter used to fly down the line every day checking for leaks. Our neighbour, an elderly man, was convinced that it was the tax man spying on him so he routinely took his gun and shot at the helicopter. This happened more than a few times. I suppose he got a hit or too many near misses but some nice policemen turned up and explained that it really wasn’t the taxman and it was doing a useful service stopping the pipeline from blowing up his house and that he had better cease and desist before they had to do something about it. He did. No effort to remove his gun or licence of course or prosecute him in any way, shape or form!
I note people have been prosecuted for shooting them, I cannot understand why when they are an unwarranted intrusion of privacy. More like give the bugger a medal for good shooting!!
This folks, is a wet day according to all and sundry weather forecasts locally. Definitely but definitely a Michael Fish moment. For the furriners amongst us, 1987 hurricane which didn’t happen according to the BBC weather forecast. Just the worst bit of wind for 300 years, that was all! Forests reduced to matchsticks in the South of the UK.
I have just seen a hen’s tooth in our road.
It was a quintessential expression of a major difference between the USA and the UK. I don’t know about you all, but I just love “bin men” stories, to me they epitomise what is wrong with the UK, especially England.
Boadicea's Chariot 
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