Category: General

Der Fürball

You may remember one of my first Chariot posts (or one of my last on the Dark Side) was about Mrs Machiavelli selling me too much beer and then giving me Das Fürballen, Fogo and Fumada, two feral Portuguese kittens. Fogo was always much the more feisty of the two as this first ever photogrpah of him demonstrates.

Anyway, sad news. I found Fogo in the garden on 23rd April quite dead. He had eaten some poisoned bait laid by hunters who were after the foxes that take the young rabbits and partridge they expect to hunt later in the year. You all know that I have nothing against hunting per se, but putting down poison (meatballs laced with paraquat) is both barbaric and illegal. Poison is also indiscriminate – two pet dogs belonging to neighbours across the valley have also died. I hope they find the fekkers responsible and prosecute them to the full extent of the law.

Anyway, at least he made it home and the NSW and I buried him where he fell. We shall miss the little sod, as does Fumada who is still very clingy and mournful.

OZ

Uninvited Guests: New Poetry Competition

Uninvited Guests

How could they do it? Cheek she cried;
Feathers all a’fluff.
They could have rung or written,
What arrogance for sooth!

Oh course, we would have said please do;
Forsaking total truth;
Just a courtesy to say;
We want to come and see you dear,
And when can we arrive?

Continue reading “Uninvited Guests: New Poetry Competition”

Now for some EXCELLENT news!

Bring forth out the global warmists from their lairs!

Drag them on hurdles through the streets! Burn at the stake on a bonfire of green taxes!  Heads on pikes!

Get this, the snow report for Mt Baker for the past winter season.

27″ in April, 804″ (That is 67 FEET) for the season so far! 15% more than the average of 701″ for the second year running.

As soon as the road is passable I shall go and inspect the growing glaciers as I did last year.

When are these swine going to be forced to retract their lies and calumnies?

These cretins are seen fit by the  political chatterati/twitterati to be able to run meteorological units and university departments. Whereas, if truth were told, they would be hard put to run a bath!!

Hopefully some will drown in the drought!  May they scream as they munch their rabid reports.

Titteringly totters off vituperating venom to pot on in greenhouse.

 

The great food diaspora

So another food company is flogged off.  Weetabix has been flogged to the chinks.  I wonder if anyone has told them those curious little blocks of insulation are made of wheat not rice? Will anything be left in the UK to eat or drink not owned by foreigners?

I have a great objection to consuming anything not made close to home and have for a long time eschewed ready made foods on the basis that I do not really know what is in them, by whom they were made and how many carcinogenics have been added to provide that glow in the dark factor.

It appears that the only safe way to shop is to cling to the outer wall of supermarkets and buy fresh foods only with the occasional death defying dash down one of the aisles for condiments and then learn to cook properly.

There has to be something terribly wrong with all the UK’s water supplies and now the food being owned by denizens of countries that are no great friends of ours. It is interesting that with all the additives allowed that the cancer rates have risen quite so dramatically especially amongst the young. One hell of a form of birth control!

Much more of this and the only stuff left fit to eat will be that grown in your own back yard.

Rhetorically one must wonder why the Govt allows such to happen but then one doesn’t really, just watch the bulging back pockets. I wonder if they eat this crap too?

Old Age

Forgot my glasses

Yesterday my daughter asked why I didn’t do something useful with my time. She suggested I go down to the senior centre and hang out with the guys.
I did this and when I got home last night I told her that I had joined a parachute club.
She said “Are you nuts? You’re almost 67 years old and you’re going to start jumping out of aeroplanes?”
I proudly showed her that I even got a membership card.
She said to me, “You idiot, where are your glasses! This is a membership to a Prostitute Club, not a Parachute Club!”
I’m in trouble again and don’t know what to do! I signed up for five jumps a week!
Life as a senior citizen is not getting any easier

Weather be nice

Today, being Monday was sunny. OK for me, as I don’t work Mondays as a rule. But I thought of all those folk, who’d had a completely washed out weekend and then went to work in blazing sunshine this morning – (well sunshine intermittently at least) – while I walked in the woods with a friend and two Labradors and we caught up with a few weeks’ news.

“Wait until you see the blue bells,” she said.

The rain has had a significant effect on the river levels around here. Lots of places where it had burst its banks, including someone’s back garden. And they say the water hasn’t finished rising yet and that there’s more to come. Continue reading “Weather be nice”

Daylight Robbery.

It has caught my eye that a PO Box has gone up to £222 per annum including taxes in the UK.

I thought you would like to know that our Garden Club has a PO Box for the princely sum of £27 per year! Exactly one tenth??!!

What the hell is going on in the UK?

It pisseth with rain and there is a drought?

UK landing fees are astronomical and there are no immigration officials?

Astronomical road taxes and lanes are hived off for olympic orifice officials?

Private gated communities are misappropriated as missile bases without a by your leave?

I seriously think you need your revolution sooner rather than later!

Hostage crises

It was pure coincidence that shortly after reading The Daily Mail article on the hostage drama in London’s Tottenham Court road that the front page of my Weekend read had a report of a hostage drama at Durban’s Westville Hospital.

I had been intrigued not so much by the London hostage taker or his reasons for his actions but by the response of the British police and their uniforms. (You can click the picture to get a larger view and read the collection of high tech gadgets that this officer is carrying.)

The article tells us –

“Thousands were evacuated, Tube stations were closed and streets locked down over a wide area of London’s West End.

Snipers, bomb disposal squads, nuclear biological and chemical warfare specialists and dozens of armed police were scrambled to the building on Tottenham  Court Road, one of the city’s busiest shopping streets.”

I then had a closer look at our chaps (picture on next page) Continue reading “Hostage crises”