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.
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What about the roads being withdrawn from the paid for network?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.
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
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.
A friend bought us this shrub. It is so pretty that I’d like to plant a couple in the ‘new’ garden. But, I have no idea what it is called and my friend can’t remember its name either.
Any idea, anyone?
It doesn’t happen often, so I’m taking advantage. Scotland has won all three matches on its Southern Hemisphere tour. I know we didn’t face South Africa or New Zealand, but I don’t suppose it was Scotland that drew up the schedule. Scotland did beat Australia.
Sorry Christina, but Wales lost all three of their matches, so I hope you’ll forgive the triumphalism.
As I was walking back from the shops just now, I had my first encounter with the new rules of the road for the Olympics. I was approaching a crossroads when a gaggle of Police om motorbikes motored up and closed off the intersection to vehicle and pedestrian traffic alike. I had to wait at the pedestrian crossing in a gathering crowd for five minutes or so until a group of three vehicles bearing the Olympic logo came through, and then another coule of minutes until the last of the escort had passed through and we pedestrians were allowed to cross while the traffic was held until we had all done so.
I think I’ve written before about how annoying that could be in Moscow, with their ‘VIP’ lanes on all the roads, and now we will have it here for the next month or so. It could get interesting. The reaction of the pedestrians who had to wait – lots of them, of course, on their way home after a day at work – was interesting. I wonder how the ‘VIPs’ in their limos felt to see a crowd of angry commuters all shaking their fists and shouting insults? Not that they could hear them, but the body language would have been expressive enough. The poor old cops weren’t too happy…
Despite delivering a cavalcade of superb fictional novels (Money, The Information, London Fields) the great Martin Amis has never won the Booker prize. His latest offering, Lionel Asbo, will probably not appeal to this year’s judging panel either. This doesn’t make it a bad book.
A constant criticism of Amis is that he can’t write good stories. Jealously, critics barb that stylistic writing and fancy metaphors can’t hide weak plots. Maybe, they ask for too much. When every paragraph is peppered with a variegation of exotic gems, the storyline does sometimes need to take a breather. Continue reading “Latest Amis”
You may or may not have noticed (or care) that I have not been posting on the Chariot recently for several reasons.
Continue reading “Hello again”
So our hard working, honest and conscientious ministers are to boycot the Euro 2012 football farce.
But if we should scrape through to the semis in Poland they will attend because the Poles are nice and the Ukes are nasty.
My thought is this, why are they going on a freebie ticket to watch any sport when we are supposed to be saving every tax penny? What political boon is there to them showing their embezzling, weasel faces at any game? That’s right you heard me, GAME.
Yet even more proof, were it ever required that these morons do not inhabit the same planet as the rest of us.
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