Category: General

Pedro is Taking the Pish!

I haven’t fumed this much since Wavey Davey Cambuffoon revealed he was thinking of selling the next generation of UK nuclear power plants to the same Russian monkeys who ran Chernobyl.

Pedro is rattling his sabre over Gibraltar. The sweaty little afternoon napping, paella chomping grease ball is getting into bed with the Argies and persecuting the British people of our sovereign turf. What is Wavey Davey planning to do about it? Go crying to mummy in Brussels of course. Arrrrrghhhh.

Here’s what we do. Pedro has significant interests in the UK. First off, Santander. If you have an account with them, switch. If you have savings, withdraw the piggin’ lot. If you see any sport with the Santander logo on it, support some fecker else and let the team know that you will not return your patronage until they tell Pedro to blow it out of his lazy trasero. Get your onions from somewhere else. If you have a holiday booked for Benidorm, cancel it. Go to Greece or better still Gibraltar. If your neighbour is Spanish, pour weed killer over the fence.

Don’t wait for our slack jawed gubmint to do something about this because you will pass that on to your great grandkids. Get Spain now where it hurts in Pedro’s pocket.

Incidentally I have been telling Fernando Alonso where to get off for years but that is a whole other kettle of chorizo.

Mules to the Slaughter

The latest development in the case of the British girls caught smuggling in Peru has a sinister twist. The girls claim that they were forced at gunpoint if they didn’t go ahead with the transportation. Their families were also targeted as the bandits said they had their home addresses on file. http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/10240751/British-drug-mules-claim-they-were-forced-at-gunpoint-to-carry-cocaine-by-Colombian-gang.html

I’m not sure how this will wash with the Peruvian authorities. No doubt, their jails are full of foreign drug smugglers that say they were set up.

Never in a million years, not for all the money in the world would I ever contemplate running through customs with illegal narcotics and I‘m positive I can vouch that everyone else here is of the same mind. The only experience I have of overseas jails (I don’t have any of British jails either, in case you were asking) is through TV shows like Banged Up Abroad and stuff like that. As it’s TV you don’t know if they are deliberately making them out to be worse than they are. The newspapers are printing that the conditions in their Peruvian cells are harsh and unclean. Other reports state that the gangsters might get to the girls in jail to stop them from testifying. Possibly, this could be why the girls are on hunger strike to avoid being poisoned.

The late Pablo Escobar only used a courier once and once only. The mule had only one shot at the title before the crime baron employed a new runner. It’s high stakes and there’s winners and losers in the drug game. There are no such thing as draws as those languishing in the abyss will tell you.

Alzheimer’s test

Apparently forgetting names of famous people is an early indication of the brain malfunctioning, to be honest I often forget the name of some one I met just yesterday but I did rather better with this simple test.

those in need of glasses can click for a bigger picture

To be honest I got 3, 4 and 15 wrong 😦 but to be fair 4 & 15 were never big over here and way before my time!

solution here

Make Hay while the Sun shines.

Yesterday, England mangled the Aussie batting and won the Ashes for the third time in a row. Much has been said about how much England should gloat. the PC brigade think it is not a good thing to relish victory.

If the boot had been on the other foot, you can imagine how the Aussie press would have reacted, bleating on about softie whingeing Poms!

So, as the famous line from the St Trinian’s school song goes,

“Trample on the weak and revel in their plight!”

In a few years time, if the ICC have not completely killed off Test Cricket with their rules and regulations by then, the boot might well be on the other foot, with the English taking a walloping. So, sons and daughters of St George, make hay while the sun shines, for it will not shine forever 🙂

Lullaby with a Y

When children are knee-high to a grasshopper it is customary for responsible parents to put their babies to sleep with relaxing stories or music or to hum to them. After exhausting my supply of exhilarating tractor tales (and this was long before Bob the Builder, by the way) it was evident that sleep was not on the agenda for the offspring. The only thing for it was to sing to them. The following song always done the trick for my boys. I got the feeling they fell asleep so I wouldn’t sing any more songs. The vocalist in the video sings a wee bit better than me.

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Kiss and Tell

The bachelors and the divorced like to boast of their success with the opposite sex. The happily married men amongst us let them rattle on, fascinated and abhored at the same time and, with a degree of envy. As the stories get more and more descriptive the marrieds separate from the conquistadors and remove themselves to the quietest part of the pub, commonly known as the rugby corner. Over here we amuse ourselves by making variations on the famous Paul Newman quote “Why go out for a burger when there’s steak at home?” Continue reading “Kiss and Tell”

Back from Neanderthal Territory

Have been out of touch in deepest darkest Pembrokeshire.

The place appears to have been invaded by a strange new set of creatures.

They are all obese, of indeterminate age, suspiciously female and bedecked with bright red hair and navy blue claws.  They purport to be human but I’m not too sure.  The blue claws are a bit disconcerting when handing over one’s obligatory infusions of red wine, perilously close to ones own  unbedecked hands.

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Canajahorie Monday – Tuesday to Lock 7

The prime mover needed an oil change so we made a trip to NAPA in Canajahorie Monday morning for oil and filters.

Decided to bag the rest of the day and make it up tomorrow.  Cooked a chicken vindaloo for dinner.

Tuesday, brilliant day, still and bright, got started at 8:30

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Not a breath of wind but a chill in the air (temp about 60F)

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Kongos

It was early last week, Mrs S asked me if I knew the song on radio Algoa with “what are you waiting for” or similar in the lyrics, I didn’t.

So I phoned my mate, who’s a DJ on the station and asked him, he said he’d try but he didn’t get back to me (not enough info I assumed.)

Then on Friday Mrs S phones me at 10:22am to tell me it was currently playing, didn’t help me I was nowhere near a radio.

I bumped into my DJ pal on Saturday night (after the heartbreaking rugby win but loss, if you know what I mean?) “10:22 on Friday” was all that I said. He messaged me (during his show) yesterday, here it is …

 

For reasons unbeknown to me this youtube video is now “no longer available” in South Africa!

Here’s another copy for locals who may have chanced on this post but unfortunately without the live shots seen in the first video that I posted.

 

Info on Youtube tells me – “The video is compiled from footage of our recent touring in South Africa and includes shots from our performances at Joburg Day, Oppikoppi Festival, One Night in Cape Town (Grandwest Arena) and our opening slots for Linkin Park at Soccer City Stadium and Cape Town Stadium. “

I like it