or what the devil do we do next? I’ve been keeping an eye out for places to squirrel away my surplus funds now that I can’t get out to waste them on fripperies in the shops and eateries. I can’t even get myself offshore, let alone deposit any surplus cash there. Just joking! The chance … Continue reading A Profit in My Own Land
When my local floodgates opened First of all, where do all these bloody "Gates" come from? They are clearly not all offspring of Bill & Melinda, so what’s the deal? I was reading Caitlin Johnstone's recent blog on Obamagate https://caitlinjohnstone.com/2020/05/14/why-obamagate-will-never-lead-to-anything-of-significance/, which is well worth a read by the way, when her use of the word … Continue reading Floodgates, Watergates, Surrogates, and Castigates
Apologies to Bruce Springsteen and to Mary, Queen of Arkansas This line, the original being No, you're not too late to desecrate, the servants are just rising, has been one that has stuck with me for years. It and its variants, have sprung, unbidden, into my head at all sorts of times, including in an … Continue reading ♫ No, you’re not too late to isolate, the natives are just dying♫
Journal into the unknown...(7) Don't fence me in... It is certainly reasonable to argue that the UK Virus episode started with a belated recognition that we were to be swept up in a Pandemic, which has rapidly progressed to a state, best described as Pandemonic. That is from a state where the virus was prevalent … Continue reading I gotta get outta this place, if it’s the last thing I ever do!
George Orwell, now that's one Blair I do have time for! Who would have thought that having free time would be such a problem? It has made me think quite a lot about Orwell's take on the world and I am struck with the way day-to-day priorities change with circumstances. No through road to Wigan … Continue reading Journal into the unknown continues… Homage to Catatonia
Or, Look over there it's a Unicorn sitting on a Rainbow! When I was young it struck me that I was quite often chastised for emulating something that some adult or other had done or said. Now, being what was to be later called a bit of a Bolshie, I expressed my concerns about how … Continue reading Never mind the quality, feel the width!
Or Journal into the unknown (7) Monday March 30th 2020 Yes, I'm still here. I've not succumbed yet. I've been celebrating my 73rd birthday and my wife and I have been looking back at our 31 years of married life together. Not quite in the way we had planned - hot air balloon ride, boutique … Continue reading Pots, kettles and grimy arses!
Snooty and his Pals This was the original crew but Marmaduke, Lord Bunkerton, and his Pals were finally pensioned off by The Thompson Press in 1991, as being irrelevant in that day and age. Blimey! They sure got that wrong!! It certainly seems a bit premature when you study the denizens of Downing Street who … Continue reading Lord Snooty and his pals or The Serpents of The People
Bring on The Clowns! Picture the scene: London is ablaze; rioters rule the streets; The Speaker is sitting on a woolsack, in a woolshop, presiding over a few mangy-looking MPs, desperately hoping to qualify for expenses and a new cardigan. Meanwhile plotters gather in dark corners planning how to exploit this state of affairs to … Continue reading The Pedants revolt
There’s plenty of talk about the NHS at the moment, and it made me think about my own experiences, starting pretty much from its day zero. Now, the catalogue of NHS interventions in my 72 years is just too heavy to contemplate in one mouthful, so I thought I’d break it down. This is, … Continue reading 0-40 in 15 NHS institutions or so