Fucking hell. I have just watched George Galloway’s latest speech. I have always liked his oratory and this surpasses anything I have heard in years. I love the man. And I believe he speaks for all the non wankers in the Country, and he does it without notes for 25+ minutes. Thank you George – I will email him to express my thanks for his steadfast support for the working class men of these islands. – never mind his label. He is a true Patriot.
I must confess that I am a big softie at heart though I can be a right bastard when the occasion arises.
Phil’s latest (1972) offering featured ‘Sylvie’s Mother’. The song tears at my heart strings; there are so many times and opportunities to express our sadness, I recommend letting it all out – good for the soul.
Listening to an Abba song which I had never heard before, ‘The Day Before You Came’ made me weep a little. The love of my life died after only eight years together. Some here may remember the NAAFI Club in Aldershot (Now a TESCO) but when I first saw her across the dance floor one enchanted evening, that was it – KALABAZOOM!
On a related note the losses we suffered in Northern Ireland are reasons not to be cheerful. To hear that Paras of my generation are still being vilified and persecuted over Bloody Sunday makes my blood boil. It is disgraceful.
I believe that one amongst us is Ex 2 Para, the battalion which still has one Sergeant’s Mess celebratory bottle of bubbly in reserve to be opened when Gerry Adams dies. I will certainly join them in a celebratory glug or three!
The suggestion that he may receive ‘reparations’ is a foul and malevolent affront to those many members of The Regiment and associated Arms who died at the hands of the IRA.
I am happy to state my total abhorrence of those traitorous fuckers who besmirch the name of our forces. Come and get me you fucktards if you if you think you are hard enough!!
1972 was also the anniversary of the bombing of the Officer’s Mess at Aldershot. We lost the lovely wife of a good friend in that event and another close friend was the Mess Manager; he almost died and suffered for many years afterwards from injuries sustained. The battalion padre was also killed. He was a great man, a battalion standard footballer and a good man to have at your back. R.I.P comrades.
I am not on X and cannot read the links to X posted on the site. But I manage to be aware of what is happening in the wide World.
Rupert Lowe, in my estimation is the greatest parliamentarian of his day and should be leader of Reform and our next Prime Minister.
One of my rules is to always complain – today I ate out in a cafe, I enjoyed the brunch meal but told them the eggs were overcooked but otherwise it was fine.
I have now swopped from OVO to EDF – from OVO I got about £40 recompense due to their piss poor admin performance and EDF started off displaying a similar trait – not taking note of a meter reading email I sent them and being misled by OVO re commencing electricity reading – they apologised and have given me a credit of £25 to compensate!
Praise good performance, call out poor.
It has been remarked that us puffins are a cultured lot – I agree – I had 3 years of Latin, French and Spanish at Grammar School and find that, although I could not converse in Spanish today I can read it pretty well, I can also follow most written Italian. French is the only language I have kept going though I dream of going back to Latin studies one day; problem is, being (mostly) retired I find my day is full of so many things to do.
The Motor Bus
Can it be a Motor Bus?
Yes, the smell and hideous hum
Indicat Motorem Bum!
Implet in the Corn and High
Terror me Motors Bi:
Bo Motori clamitabo
Ne Motore caedar a Bo—Dative be or Ablative
So thou only let us live:—
Whither shall thy victims flee?
Spare us, spare us, Motor Be!
Thus I sang; and still a nigh
Came in hordes Motores Bi,
Et complebat omne forum
Copia Motorum Borum.
How shall wretches live like us
Cincti Bis Motoribus?
Domine, defende nos
Contra hos Motores Bos!A.D. Godley
I do not have a tv or read a paper and I think the last time I went to the cinema was about 2010. I discovered some time ago that Amazon Prime offered films & stuff. I watched one of the three films which used to make me laugh with the family – Stir Crazy (the others being Trading Places and Dragnet). I also watched Clarkson’s Farm which I found engrossing.
Flipping through the offerings last night I came across Red River (1948). Confusing it with River of No Return (1954) which I saw at the time I was surprised to see how good an actor John Wayne actually was. Backed by Walter Brennan and Montgomery Clift it captured both the spirit of the time and displayed great emotions – I was moved and would recommend it.
Edit.. I see that our American friend John has written about it. Great minds…………..
Returning to one of my hobby-Horses. Read today of a lady who is suffering from terminal colon cancer. I have referred before to my younger brother who died of the disease at the age of 68. I have had three colonoscopies during which many polyps were cauterised. One of the major signs is changes in bowel movements. It is a good idea to check the Bristol Stool Chart (h/t Jen The Blue R.I.P) Apparently there has been a 5% increase in cases amongst the 27- 29 year olds since the early 90’s.
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