(Some of this was from weeks ago)
Christ on a bike!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just received a letter from the surgery inviting me to have the Flu and Covid jabs!
Extracts: ‘COVID-19 and flu are viruses that can lead to serious illness and even hospital care. Getting vaccinated is a simple and safe way to protect yourself and the people around you.’
‘The vaccines are safe, effective and can help make these illnesses milder if you do catch them. Millions of doses of the COVID-19 and flu vaccines have been safely given in the UK.’
Here is my proposed response:
I wish to protest in the strongest possible terms at the content of the letter inviting me to have COVID-19 and flu vaccines.
Neither I, nor thankfully, my eldest daughter, her husband or my wife had any jabs at the time of the COVID scamdemic.
My grandson died of a heart attack at the age of 33 last year.
My second daughter was diagnosed with cardio-myopathy a year ago.
I fear for my youngest daughter as she has a co-morbidity.
The post-mortem on my grandson gave cause of death as dilated cardio-myopathy.
The vaccines were not tested and subsequent world-wide investigations have shown multiple cases of grave injury and very many deaths related to these un-trialled ‘vaccines.’ and their deadly contents.
It is also odd that, in the UK, the usual annual cases of between 25 – 26 thousand deaths from flu disappeared in that period.
It seems to me medical malpractice to push untested, un-trialled , proven to be dangerous, ‘vaccines’ on the population.
My son was born during the time of the Thalidomide scandal. Thank God my wife was not given that dreadful drug.
I shall not be attending on the 21st.
FOI request
I have had a response from Swansea Council to my request for totals of money spent on illegal immigrants up to and including 5 April 2025.
The answer may surprise nobody – Amount spent : NIL, NADA, RIEN, ZILCH Closure of FOI Request.
There was talk of one of the large hotels in the city centre being taken over by migrants. I called them yesterday but rooms are freely available for regular guests.
There are two centres here run by organisations set up to help and advise refugees and immigrants, giving, among other goodies, language lessons, interpretation services and trips out. I wonder where they get their money from – the only reference I could see was to ‘donations’ I am going to investigate further. I see that billions from the overseas aid budget have been allocated for ‘refugees and asylum seekers.’ I cannot believe some of it is not funnelled down to local authorities – but by what route? Perhaps fellow Puffins might wish to make their own enquiries?
From today (29 September) Wildflowers posting a report by Kelvin Mackensie on Elmbridge Council’s admission of spending £5.6 million on houses for Afghans and others. It is obvious that the Government is obscuring the total cost of the invasion.
A headline ;- ‘Reeves. Should taxes rise or should benefits be cut?’ The proper answer is neither, spending should be slashed! TPTB have decided on a war against pensioners in particular as a top priority.
Woke to the 17th September. The anniversary of one of the greatest feats of arms in the proud record of the British Army. The Battle of Arnhem. Outnumbered, out gunned and let down by the non-arrival of the back-up force they did their best and they did their duty at a terrible cost.
I went on a pilgrimage there and it was chastening, I stood in the footsteps of heroes. I never had the honour of battle; there were two possible occasions but it did not happen for valid reasons at the time. It is one of the greatest regrets of my life. R.I. P. those who went before me.
Having enlisted in 1960 there were still a few wartime sweats. I recall one of our march tunes went to the words: I’ll give my life unto the fuhrer, I’ll give my life unto the Reich. …something, something….fraulein, my pretty little fraulein…then a german phrase.. I have tried to find the song but to no avail.
When we started basic training we sang all the time. usually led by myself and an ex TA Geordie who eventually was commissioned as a Gurkha Officer. Our two main songs were ‘Lucky old Sun’, by Frankie Laine and ‘Running Bear’ by Johnny Preston. These and others carried us through training, sitting bulling kit etc. Difficult and testing times which engendered a sense of camaraderie and team spirit.
We started with fifty hopefuls and six passed out. It was the first time I had met anyone who was not from the South of England or Liverpool.
A Brummie, a couple of Geordies, an Irishman, a Taffy. and a Jock. One who passed was paddy McCarthy from Fethard in Southern Ireland, scrawny but determined. The others were picking on him during platoon formation but I told them leave him alone or you will answer to me. No problem after that.
The six who passed basic training : Me. Paddy, Geordie Les, Geordie Chuck. Brummie Des, Taffy Alaister
I believe one of the greatest bonds in any situation is that of music and song. The Regiment marches to ‘The Ride of The Valkyeries.’ I recall marching around Aldershot with that ringing in my ears.
Some years ago one of my ladies invited me to the passing out parade of her nephew at the Greenjackets in Winchester. I asked him what was his platoon song – he looked at me a bit baffled. They did not have one.
Ole man River – a work song
Come tally my bananas – a work song
It’s a long way to Tipperary – a work song!
Many others, even to the rowing beat
for galley slaves. There must be something in it.
What I am about to say may ruffle a few feathers but this is a free speech platform and we all have a voice.
I am not fond of dogs. Work dogs such as Guide, guard, sniffer, sheep,gun dogs and retrievers, also breeding dogs for a living etc fine to me and those used as company for lonely or old persons. I try to avoid pets; they steal time, restrict freedom to get up and go and generally take a lot of looking after and sometimes a lot of money. Another no no was when I saw the alsation of a Depot Physical Training Instructor put it’s paws on his shoulders and slobber all over his face. Eughhhhhhhh!
My brushes with animals are a bit chequered. In Malta we took in a stray dog, the two young ones grew fond of it but one day it went, whether of it’s own volition or stolen I have no idea. The friend of one of my daughters was posted to Germany and we took in her caged budgie. It never stopped chuntering to the extent that we couldn’t hear the tv (in the days when I had one). I told her to get rid.
My Oppo in 2 Para went off on a two year tour in NI. I took over his private house as a married quarter and he asked would we look after his cat for the duration. OK. Not long after we ended up with a cat with one eye called Fred (not sure what the other eye was called – boom, boom!). The poor soul had been in a fight and lost an eye. We took Fred to the vet and he was fine. Later on I visited my ex in hospital where she had just given birth to the youngest. ‘Any news? Yes dear. I had the cat put down this morning! He was in a bad state with cancer so it was the only option.
Having said all that daughter one in Spain has dogs and cats. Daughter two in Wayells usually has a couple of collies but they have about three acres, horses and a holiday cottage business. Daughter three has a dog, I think it might be a labrador.
Background; my youngest was bitten by a dog when she was three. Also I was walking in Aldershot one day when a lady with a medium sized dog on a leash approached. The dog went to attack me, I gave it a swift karate chop across it’s snout – don’t know who was more surprised, the dog or the owner! To cap it all about four years ago in France I had just agreed with the lady owner to rent a nice little place. I had seen one dog but as we were standing talking a second dog appeared and attacked me, grabbing my left hand in it’s teeth. She had to whisk me off to hospital and I think the dog was later put down.
So, maybe there is something about me that dogs don’t like? I don’t give a shit and I am too old to worry…………..
© Gillygangle 2025
