And Then, Welcome...

   I have to say the longer that ‘war’ goes on over there and the more I watch the reports put out by our seekers of truth in the media, the more confused I become. Is this a real war or a huge dramatic TV show? If it’s just a TV show, it seems geared-up to preparing the unwary viewers for various population relocations from poorer places to richer{?} European places.
   Along with that, I hear that anyone taking in ‘fleeing’ U-Krankies will be given three hundred and fifty pounds a month. That could well be an open invitation to every hook, crook and comic singer in the land with a garden shed or leaky attic could it not?
   On the plus side, I’m sure they’re ‘on the run’ with all their savings, however meagre…
   Anyhoo, us tin hatted cladded clowns can also foresee a down side to this cunning plan. You’re living in a house with one or two or possibly more unused bedrooms? You haven’t fallen for the hype and haven’t provided some war dodgers with digs? Prepare yourself for a major increase in your council tax. Pardon? Oh, I don’t know; let’s call it a bedroom tax. Of course that’ll never happen will it. Will it? Well? Will it?
   Finally, Mr Bojangles made an impassioned speech recently when he stated something along the lines of the free world won’t put up with the goings on of Vlad the Lad. I have just one question for our tussle haired leader: This free world of which you spoke? Is it hiding nearby, or is it in a galaxy far, far away?

Quote; Mickey Mouse.

“Now I wanna remind everyone of the House of Mouse rules: No smoking, no villainous schemes and no guests eating other guests.”