Buggins’s turn stood on its head.

I've been dragged out of a period of introspection (literally really, involving scans, internal cameras and the like, but we'll skip over that) by an insight that I thought I should share. I had been thinking along the lines of how to mount an effective protest against an all-powerful state using some ideas from The … Continue reading Buggins’s turn stood on its head.

Tell me Prime Minister, what is your favourite colour? The nation has a right to know.

By way of introduction I was checking out "The Shambles" in York for a precursor to this piece when I stumbled across The Great Flesh Shambles. Not literally you understand, because that would be pretty gruesome, as this was the original name for The Shambles, describing a lane brimming over with butchers shops and all … Continue reading Tell me Prime Minister, what is your favourite colour? The nation has a right to know.

Blimp or Fudger? What a choice!

Will the leaders of the two main English Political parties ever realise that consensus politics simply don't work if there ain't no consensus? But first let me introduce my main characters: Blimp and Fudger. Firstly Blimp, or Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Blimp to give him his full name. I've started with Blimp because he's in … Continue reading Blimp or Fudger? What a choice!

Nothing like the Queen’s Speech

Hello subjects gather round:  We are going to patronise you.  We say patronise, even though we are clearly female, but one must stick with the old ways mustn’t one?  We also say “We” when we mean “I”, but that’s another matter.  Anyway, no need to bother your little heads about it all; Oh, and we … Continue reading Nothing like the Queen’s Speech

Here comes my umpteenth National Lockdown…..ish

Can we reschedule Christmas? I started to read the UK Government’s brand new, super-duper, English only, National Backdown, sorry Lockdown,  scheme, which has all the hallmarks of a thoroughly thought through, back-of-a-fag-packet policy, with all the T’s dotted and probably all the eyes crossed - certainly mine were after reading the first few paragraphs! A … Continue reading Here comes my umpteenth National Lockdown…..ish

Duck-it List: Episode THREE

People I will not torture, in spite of really wanting to (along with the things I won’t allow myself to do to them - probably) <ahref= "https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?curid=2042504">Link</a> “Kicking Against the Pricks” says it all really. I suspect that it’s not often that Nick Cave, The Bad Seeds, and The Acts of The Apostles, come together … Continue reading Duck-it List: Episode THREE

The Slow Loris: a tale of a dilatory Tory.

There was a sad Tory called Boris With the acuity of a slow loris He just hid in his bed, poured lies from his head and quoted from Homer and Horace. Notes: Slow: from Middle English/ Old English meaning Sluggish, Inert, Slothful, Late, Tardy, Torpid, Blunt, Dull, Faint, Weak, Slack Loris: from the Dutch, meaning … Continue reading The Slow Loris: a tale of a dilatory Tory.

Old Man Cummings had a farm…

I lie, you lie, low. Brought to you by Dom and Dummer – as straight as a hairpin bend on the A67 - with support from The Cabinet of Curiosities  A song for the easily-led, concocted in just one afternoon but no-one can remember the details of quite how it was done. I intended to … Continue reading Old Man Cummings had a farm…