History
National Poetry Day – Alfy
In loving memory of my pal Pte Alfred Hudson 6085105 of the 2nd Bn., The Queen’s Royal Regiment (West Surrey) killed in action Syria 10th July 1941. Age 27. Alfy was a Cockney He [more…]
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Labour’s Tiger: The Betrayal of the Working Classes, Part Three
The New Voters Having thoroughly stabbed in the back the very people it claimed to represent, Labour needs a new core vote to have a chance of winning election. So, who were they to be? [more…]
Arts
Some Stabbings Are More Equal Than Others
The latest so-called “hate crime” has once again shown up just how worthless our press are. Despite all evidence to the contrary, they have gone with the narrative that it was a “stabbing”. The victim [more…]
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Labour’s Tiger: The Betrayal of the Working Classes, Part Two
1997 and All That Do I have to say any more? Oh, go on then. Thus began the era of unlimited mass migration, from inside and outside the E.U. Globalists were in charge and didn’t [more…]
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Labour’s Tiger: The Betrayal of the Working Classes, Part One
The Way Things Were Labour used to be the party of the working man. And I mean the working man. The Labour heartlands of South Wales illustrate this point. It is here that you find [more…]
Book Review
Book Review: “The Myth of the Andalusian Paradise” by Dario Fernandez-Morera
From “El Cid” courtesy of Cinemagraphe.com “The Messenger of Allah … said:… I would like to fight in the way of Allah.… I would be killed, then I would be brought to life, then I [more…]
Health
Remembering An Old Flame, Part Three
Whilst working in Essex I’d had my fair share of treating celebrities and the famous. There was an ex Milky Bar kid, then in his 30’s with dreadful teeth but still living the dream [more…]
Engineering
I Learned About Flying From That
When I was a young boy, I hated flying. I mean, really hated it. I think it was due to a traumatic flying experience on a transatlantic flight to Florida in a 747, back in [more…]
Health
The Liar, The Witch and The Wardrobe
When I took the Libyan job there was nothing in the job description that mentioned furckling around in a dictator’s mouth. Had there been, I still would have signed up. The position I had been [more…]