It’s been interesting learning about, and the reaction to, the Christmas plans as laid out by Bo-Bo-Jo-Jo. Seems, if I heard right, that big bubbles of three families getting together in one house for up to five days is the way to go. So far, so wot?
The thing I find interesting is the MSM reaction to this. Guess wot. Gloom and doom and all outlets are conducting surveys of their readers and listeners with the overwhelming reaction being fear and horror and that this is a recipe for disaster.
The bit in the government announcement I must’ve missed was the bit that stated this rule of three families in one drum for five days is mandatory and enforceable by law.
See how far we’ve fallen in just one year of constant fear mongering? Yo! People! Don’t think it’s a good idea and don’t want to risk it? Don’t do it. Simple as. Want to try a little enjoyment? Do it. How hard can it be to decide for yourself?
Remember the post from a little bit after a while ago relating to, primarily, anti smoking, anti vaping, anti sugar, anti fat and anti smiling? It’s a tad more relevant since my Tick-a-Tack and it works just as well for where we are right now:
Some people will choose to smoke and drink. Some will die youngish, some will die very old. Some folk will choose to eat a lot of what they like, some will die youngish, some will die very old. This could go on for ever with everything, right? Even Co-Co 1984.
Then there are those who will live what the state decrees to be a safe, protected and healthy lifestyle. Surprisingly, some will die youngish and some will die very old.
However, it’s a 100% certainty we’re all going to die and as the last lap gets underway, some will be wondering what they missed and why, while others will be wishing they’d done just that little bit more.
So to all you, “it’s bad for you! I don’t like it so you can’t do it, it’s not healthy so we have to stop it now!” fellows, let me assure you that while you’re possibly just passed ‘Go’ on life’s highway and it looks like a long, almost never ending road ahead with time aplenty to foist your pettiness upon others, try to take on-board wot’s below:
Trust me, when you get to my end of the road two things will become obvious. One, it’s cluttered to hell an’ back with tin cans that’ve been kicked down here and two, when you look over your shoulder, back down the road of life, you’ll be amazed at just how short a journey it actually was. Then you’ll realise, too late, what a complete and total waste of your brief, precious time it was being so miserable, hating the enjoyment of others and trying to foist your misery on those who had a little zest for life and were attempting, against all the odds, to enjoy their brief moment in the sun.
Quote; Frank zapper.
“A mind is like a parachute. It doesn't work if it’s not open.”
11 comments:
Thing is Mac, most of us ordinary people have no idea that there is a big difference between 'guidelines' and law - one has to be obeyed, the other is optional. I'm talking mostly about plod here.
Likewise, face rag wearers don't know the difference between droplets and aerosols.
The likes of Doris, princess nutjob and Twatt Wancock don't get to tell me what I'm 'allowed' to do or how to spend my Christmas. How do you put it - "I shakes ma haed".
Ripper,
I know what you mean but having said that, since way back in March We've carried on as normal. Eating out has obviously stopped as has popping into a nice looking tavern as we drive around.
Pubs? Give it another year and there won't be many of them left will there? Those that survive will be fighting for the four customers that can afford to take a drink...
Where there is a will, there is a way. My next door neighbour up at the other house (died about 2016 from a brain tumour, just after his 44th birthday) was a guy who liked to throw parties. And boy, did he know how to throw a party. Everyone was invited and everyone bought booze and food. The women put on a buffet. Now these parties were so big that they spilled out of the house and into the back garden. It was better than any pub for socialising, everybody knew everybody else and most of this council estate would be there. It was always on a Saturday night and went on until around 2.30 - 4.00 in the morning, unless I was working on the Sunday, in which case the music and gathering in the back garden would cease at around midnight. It used to go quiet around then anyway when there were only a few left.
But that's not the best of it. Me and him got a load of CLS timber and shuttering ply, and built a huge bar in his back garden. There were tables inside and out, covered with those portable gazebos cable tied together and lit with LED rope lights. The bar has mains electricity, some tables, heating and Bluetooth speaker system. Two years ago I went up there to wire in a hot tub.
Not so many parties there now that he's gone (well, not really - his ashes are in a memorial area by the bar, but they still happen, with barbecues in the summer. Plod was always a feature, but we here know the difference between guidelines and law. They make it up as they go along. Some advice for you - if you are ever issued a PCN by plod and you believe it to be wrongly, do not accept the PCN. Plod will then be forced to report the incident to the CPS, and if they prosecute you then have access to due process. This prevents plod from handing out PCN's like smarties. Have your day in court, argue your case. Everyone is lawfully entitled to a defence, you can defend yourself, if not there is always a duty solicitor, or contact Rob Warner at Crimebodge.
Another ditty for your delectation:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_SDQR9ErTLc
Best watched soon, I don't think it will be up for long.
Rick
Sorry - It's gone already!!!
Rick
Rick,
Must've been a good un. Yup, missed it...
Ripper,
Following on from your back garden bars, we should think this through.
Remember where the traditional country pub came from - coaching inns - an overnight stop for tired travelers aboard horse drawn coaches and a rest or change of horses. Now, as they move us ever faster towards unaffordable and intermittent electric powered transport, the coaching inns are going to make a come-back so I would suggest that any struggling country pub owner spends some time building a stable block out back. Thus we continue our journey back in time...
Mac,
Absolutely. One of the first things I learned as an apprentice engineer is the easiest way of solving a modern problem is to look to the past.
Speaking of electric transport, old technology and back garden buildings, a guy in Cornwall has just developed a battery in his garden workshop, which is a major leap forward for EV's. No infrastructure needed as its not rechargeable, however it is recyclable and swapped out in about 90 seconds. Its not a new technology, just an obsolete one that needed a few problems ironed out. It takes the range of an EV from about 350 miles to 1,500 miles.
https://cleantechnica.com/2019/10/20/uk-man-invents-aluminum-air-battery-in-his-garage/
First thing I did when moving in here was to build a large workshop. Its heated, equipped with mains, 12 volt and 5 volt power supplies and a phone. Its where I spend most of my time nowadays and to be honest, its more comfortable than the house!
Ripper,
Now that could be a game changer as long as big money doesn't stifle him. I seem to remember many, many years ago some fellow produced a life long light bulb which big money never allowed to see the light of day. No pun intended.
I've found it again!!!
Hope it's not an anticlimax now.
https://www.bitchute.com/video/NXDxAz1X94wt/
Praise be to bitchute (and scousers)
Rick
Rick,
Thanks for that little beauty; it's up-front this evening. Oh, wait a minute, it's up front right now. Thanks again.
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