Category: General

Deabte

Or, rather, in this more refined place, debate.

A piece in the Times today notes that our schoolboy foreign secretary is waxing wroth over the supposed use of forged British Passports by Israel’s Mossad. (Nothing about the proven use of forged British Passports by criminal wannabe terrorists, it is noted.) ‘Supposed,’ because there is as yet not one shred of evidence linking the Israeli foreign intelligence service to the attack in Dubai. (And, please, not a word about the fact that the passports were all forged documents of people with British citizenship living in Israel. For the sum of 250 Euros and the price of a First Class air ticket and two or three nights in a 4 star hotel – I’m not greedy – in Bucharest or Sofia, I can get you a passport in the name of a British Citizen living just about anywhere in the World you like.) Anyhoo, all that aside, there’s more. And what might that be? ….

Dead bank robbers

Good news!

Here’s the front page of today’s E.P.Herald, apparently 6 would be bank robbers walked into a bank, robbed it of an undisclosed amount of cash and attempted a getaway.

They didn’t get very far, 2 didn’t make it to the getaway vehicle, one wounded, the other surrendered.

The 4 that made it as far as the car, jumped in and they sped away. A high speed chase followed and members of our “elite Tactical Response Team” followed. (Report here.) Continue reading “Dead bank robbers”

White lies…?

My Mum has joined in now. The great immigration debate, that is.

It all started innocently enough.

‘I went shopping in Liverpool,’ she said this morning.

Cue girlie talk; shopping; sales; where to find the best cut price designer dresses.  Fashion talk, in a Spring-meets-recessionista kinda way. Mother daughter things.

Then she drew breath. ‘Lewis’s is shutting you know,’ she said, self importantly.

‘Oh really? ’ I said.  I felt a sudden pang of nostalgia. If there was an award for the smelliest institution in Liverpool, Lewis’s Department Store would surely be a front runner, along with the Adelphi Hotel and the Philharmonic Hall.

Mum sniffed, dismissively. ‘Not surprised it’s closing though, she said, lowering her voice, conspiratorially. ‘It’s gone terrible. It was full of ’em you know.’ Continue reading “White lies…?”

Guten Morgen, Herr Smith…

Guten Morgen, Herr Smith.  Papieren, bitte.  Ve heff noticed zat you are driving zis privately-owned, taxed, tested and insured vehicle mit ein zigaretten in your handen.   I am ein  Ãœberuntergruppenoffizer of zer council’s thought polizei, sturmtrooper divitzione – my name vill not concern you.  Ve know you heff no children und are sechzig yahren old, but at some point ein wunderkind might be placed in zis vehicle und catch meniingitis through zer passive  smoking.  I heff to advise you zat such behaviour is not to be permitted.  Resistance is futile.  For you, Herr Smith, zer war is over.  BANG…….

Continue reading “Guten Morgen, Herr Smith…”