And Then I. D.…

   Just a further reflection on the upcoming introduction of digital I.D.
   Seems whenever our seekers of truth in the media are interviewing Stear Karmer or one of his gang and the subject of digi I.D. Comes up, the response is that it’ll make it all but impossible for newcomers with no visa to get a job if they don’t have it.
   Dear Stear, cast your mind back a year; wot happened? Yup, all visas, of any length of permission to stay here, went digital. I know below as my little nest of vipers is from a land far, far, far away...
   Let’s take that a step further back. Upon applying for a visa of any length, the first step was to be photographed, finger prints taken and to be issued with a Biometric I.D. Card. Last year those wot would rule over us decided all visas would go digital and Bio I.D. cards would become redundant and discontinued.
   To get an Evisa, as it’s called, the online process involved entering passport number, visa number, Bio card number, pass certificate number for English for speakers of other languages test, a photo of passport info page, then a scan of passport and a personal photograph. All done online.
   Once completed, you can log in and check your visa status, if you can work and wot bennies, if any, you could claim. You would also see a pass number. A number that, when giver to the boss of the place you’re trying to get a job, allows them one time access to your Evisa to confirm if you’re allowed to work legally or not.
In the shell of a nut, it was/is all there for newly arrived folk and and those wot would need to check a persons status. Yup, you can work. Wot? Sorry, no work permitted. See? It’s all been there for a long time.  New idea will stop the boats? Wot we’ve got aint working very well is it?
   You think dear Keir should be going after employers instead?
   Now? We’re ALL going to need{?} a digital identification. Oh, that’ll stop the boats or do you think something far more spooky’s coming down the line? 

Quote; Brian Tracy.

“You cannot control what happens to you, but you can control your attitude toward what happens to you, and in that, you will be mastering change rather than allowing it to master you.”

And Then, It's A Mess…

   Well, so, looking at the ‘news’ these past phew daze it would seem we’re rapidly approaching the end of daze. Why not? Let’s give the cockroaches another go.
   Anyhoo, recently the major ‘news’ has been about some TV cook wot’s been run off for using a hurty word wot, it seems, was possibly wacist. 
   Looks like that cook has lost ‘news’ poll position as some MP has now been suspended for wacist remarks. Just to clarify, suspended as in unable to work for the loopy party and NOT from a lamp-post...
   Time for this bit yet again, followed by that wacist catalogue to see if the hurty terms are in there. As previously made clear, click the video below at your own discretion but fear not, we all get a mention, okay? Go on, smile a while.
"May I humbly suggest to those flip-flop folk that they take a holiday anywhere well south, south-east or south-west of Dover, befriend a local to clue them in to some of the local expressions used jokingly and derogatorily when they see ol’ whitey, then sit at a street café and check how often they pick up on those expressions as opposed to the number of times they hear, “Oh, look, a nice white couple; we should invite them round ours for tofu tonight.”

   And to round things off and down I see Stear Karmer is giving kids of sixteen years the vote. In these daze,  do these kids know of life beyond their smart{?}phones or even read? Are they capable of forming a legible cross in a box just using a pen? Remember pens? And before getting that far, upon looking at the ballot paper how many will burst into tears and run screaming from the polling station when confronted with those shouty capital letters and that intimidatingly scary little full stop black dot inducing fear, apprehension and a flight of fright?

Quote; Larry Flynt. 

“Majority rule only works if you're also considering individual rights. Because you can't have five wolves and one sheep voting on what to have for supper.”

And Then, Ferry Me Do...

   Looking at the number of gimmigrants wot crossed that perilous stretch of water the other day, ably assisted by that force whose first intent is the protection of our borders, that being the Royal Navy,  I’m betting Vlad the lads military advisors have a cunning plan should that Ukranky bit o’ bother escalate. And that plan would just be a copy of the invasion plan presently in action.
   As Vlad’s lads sweep through Europe they just need to ensure that, bringing up the rear, they have a plentiful supply of dinghies. Thus when they hit the channel all they’d have to do is paddle part way then be helped the rest of the way by our own navy. RNLI lifeboats will obviously be there to help with any stragglers. Troops landed on this once green and pleasant land and not a shot fired in anger.
   Hell, they’ll even get nice hotel rooms to rest up after their tiring journey through Europe. Possibly not, as all our hotels must be close to fully booked by now.
   Giving that no never mind, should it come to pass, and looking at the state we’re in here right now, Vlad and his lads will probably be welcomed with open spare bedrooms...

Quote;  Foggy.

“Just when did the command, ‘Standby to repel boarders’ change to, ‘Standby to greet lodgers’?”

And Then, Nothing New...

   ...simply because I’ve nothing new to type other than the ‘news’ that now the NHS, blessed be its name, are to get yet more millions, or is it billions, of someone else's money, they can now go ahead and recruit forty odd chief executives for the new integrated care systems – no, me neither – on two hundred and twenty plus grand a year. And here was us down here thinking that new bung would go towards treating the sick. Really, how sick can you get?
   Also, with the ‘news’ that Priti Pointless has given instructions, to those that need instructing, that those gimmigrants risking all to escape war torn France should be turned back – yeah, right – I was reminded of a bit wot I tapped out not all that long ago but wot I’m going to post again. It could well serve as a template to form a letter to be sent to various mumblers of parliament.
   So this is a simple illustrative challenge for those that must be obeyed:
   Go off to work one day and leave your front door open and a large ‘Welcome’ sign hanging on your front gate. I’m betting you get a shock upon returning home. Whoa! I opened the door and they came!
   After a couple of days of your ‘open door’ policy, you’ll be ‘surprised’ to find that using the kitchen and bathroom with the regularity and freedom you once enjoyed will have gone for some strange reason.
   Soon thereafter you may well find yourself having to queue to use your own computer and having to be content with sitting on the floor in your lounge and even having to sleep on the floor in the hall. Eventually, sitting will become a problem and you may well just have enough room to stand at the back. Sadly, the standing room that enables leaning against a wall is all being used; it’s now only stand-up straight space.
   In no time at all, you’ll no longer be able to get your car on the drive as it seems to be in continuous use as a hand car wash station. On the plus side, finding you have to park quite some distance away, the walk enables you to calm down a tad before entering what was once your castle but is now a multi-culti utopia.
   Your garden? Just a jungle as the last time you tried to do a bit out there, tiptoeing through all kinds of unsavoury looking stuff and strange charcoal cooking thingies, you lost your place in the proper toilet queue and wet yourself.
   Eventually, after becoming a tad disconcerted with the rapid ever upwards trajectory of your electricity, gas and water bills and the dangerous load on some sockets threatening to blow you off the grid, you may well decide you’ve had enough and need to get everyone out and lock the door. However, when you finally come to take that action you’ll be shocked to find it’s too late as that’s when you’ll discover you’ve lost all governance of your own home and you are now in the minority.
   And thus ends my miniature picture of our little bit o’ rock sitting in an angry sea.
   Let’s finish with a bit o’ fitting music; you remember those far off lazy, hazy daze of summer?
         

Quote;  John Ed Pearce.

“Home is a place where you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to.”

And Then A Shaker...

   Stop Press; McDonalds are out of milk shakes! There must be misery unbounded out there. I see this, along with shrinking shop shelves, is being blamed on a shortage of process workers and truckers.
   Looking on the bright side, the countries unemployment figure must be getting close to zero, right? Or do those numbers not include those wot chose a life on bennies as a life style choice?
   Whatever, it’s good to see those that would rule over us have a plan. And that plan would be? Well, so, it seems ‘we’ have, to date, managed to import, via the RAF and the RNLI, eleven or twelve plus thousand newest bestest ever friends round ours and I’m betting they’ll all be scrambling for those vacancies in the work-place to firstly, earn a crust so’s not to have to rely on free money and stuff from us and secondly, to show their appreciation to the country that got ‘em safely out of their own country and into ours. Think about that...
   Did I see in the early ‘news’, with little to no surprise, that a ‘study’ has concluded that the co-co so called vaccine, only offers protection{?} for a few months? So folk have risked the allegedly ridiculously small risk of adverse side effects from the clot-shot for wot exactly?

Quote;  Henry Giroux.

“Life is now a war zone, and as such, the number of people considered disposable has grown exponentially, and this includes low income whites, poor minorities, immigrants, the unemployed, the homeless, and a range of people who are viewed as a liability to capital and its endless predatory quest for power and profits.”

And Then, Another From The Past...

   Further to the further unfolding of that plan of ‘those up there’ to invite as many as possible of those with really weird belief systems to come round ours, I was reminded of a spoof{?} piece I ‘stole’ from the Wibbly Wobbly Web so many years ago it’s misty back there wot, spookily, never gets old and may be worth bookmarking for possible forwarding, with a tad of editing, to any of the usual suspects who will be, as sure as virtue signalling is virtue signalling, popping-up all over our impartial media a-weeping and a-wailing regards the plight of the poor folk who’re ‘stuck’ in camps an’ such and unable to get round ours to claim their free, to them, pricy to us, stuff.

A female Canadian libertarian wrote a lot of letters to the government complaining about the treatment of captive insurgents being held in Afghanistan National Correctional System facilities. She received the following reply:

Dear Concerned Citizen,
   Thank you for your recent letter expressing your profound concern of treatment of the Taliban and Al Qaeda terrorists captured by Canadian Forces who were subsequently transferred to the Afghanistan Government and are currently being held by Afghan officials in Afghanistan National Correctional System facilities.
   Our administration takes these matters seriously and your opinions were heard loud and clear here in Ottawa. You will be pleased to learn, thanks to the concerns of citizens like yourself; we are creating a new department here at the Department of National Defense, to be called Liberals Accept Responsibility for Killers program, or L.A.R.K. for short.
   In accordance with the guidelines of this new program, we have decided to divert one terrorist and place him in your personal care. Your personal detainee has been selected and is scheduled for transportation, under heavily armed guard, to your residence in Toronto next Monday.
   Ali Mohammed Ahmed bin Mahmud (you can just call him Ahmed) is to be cared for pursuant to the standards you personally demanded in your letter of complaint. It will likely be necessary for you to hire some assistant caretakers. We will conduct weekly inspections to ensure that your standards of care for Ahmed are commensurate with those you so strongly recommend in your letter.
   Although Ahmed is a sociopath and extremely violent, we hope that your sensitivity to what you described as his attitudinal problem will help him overcome these character flaws. Perhaps you are correct in describing these problems as mere cultural differences. We understand that you plan to offer counselling and home schooling.
   Your adopted terrorist is extremely proficient in hand-to-hand combat and can extinguish human life with such simple items as a pencil or nail clippers. We advise that you do not ask him to demonstrate these skills at your next yoga group. He is also expert at making a wide variety of explosive devices from common household products, so you may wish to keep those items locked up, unless (in your opinion) this might offend him.
   Ahmed will not wish to interact with you or your daughters since he views females as a subhuman form of property. This is a particularly sensitive subject for him and he has been known to show violent tendencies around women who fail to comply with the new dress code that he will recommend as more appropriate attire. I'm sure you will come to enjoy the anonymity offered by the burka over time. Just remember that it is all part of respecting his culture and religious beliefs, as described in your letter.
   Thanks again for your concern. We truly appreciate it when folks like you keep us informed of the proper way to do our job and care for our fellow man. You take good care of Ahmed, and remember, we'll be watching. Good luck and God bless you.

   Bringing up the bottom and changing the subject to the prime fright, for those with young’uns thinking about getting punctured, check this out over at Conservative Woman before taking the final plunge - of the syringe type.

Quote;  Marcus Aurelius.

"The object in life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane."

And Then, Wot Could Go Wrong...

   Well, so, wot next? Co-co, climate red alert and now naughty fellows taking countries via a walk in.
   With the ‘news’ today being dominated by wot’s happening in that place wot’s variously pronounced Afghanistan or AfghanistaRn and footage of folk fighting to get on flights out, I was reminded of my lucky escape, all those years ago, from Egypt mere hours before that Arab Springy thingy kicked-off.
   Looks like ol’ Joe’s Biden his time regards a public statement, however, it would seem, via comments here and there and unverified by myself, that our own Mr Bojangles or Carrie, his carer in the community, has stated that any Alfgoonies fleeing the Tali-Tubbys will be ‘welcome’ here; passport or papers not necessary. Say wot now? Not even proof of puncture for which there’s an app? just like going for a week in Spain then. Oh, not quite. And all to be housed where exactly?     
   Anyhoo, I do hope our security services are up to the job as, and this is just a wild guess on my part, it’s quite possible some of those fellows running away and welcomed here won’t be coming here with the idea of becoming our newest bestest ever friends. Add ‘em all to the estimated forty seven thousand already on security watch lists?  I feel there may be trouble ahead. I may be wrong as I’m not often right, but...
   All-in-all, it would seem the grand plan is progressing; Covid, Climate Code Red, now conflict.
C how it’s shaping up?

Quote;  Lewis Carroll.

“Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.”

And Then An Old Challenge...

Well, so, owing to ongoing events down south the way, may I humbly re-post a post I posted a mere two years ago. Please feel free to copy and paste into a communication to your MP should you feel inclined but I must say sending a copy to that tussle haired scamp Bo-Jangles or our Home Secretary could prove Priti pointless. Please remember this was first typed when Covid-1984 ‘symptoms’ were just an indication of a seasonal sniffle. Anyhoo, here we go.

Any PC spy please note, this post is not to be construed as racist in any way, manor or form. All I have is a fear that our country is full and quite quickly approaching overflow. As further proof of this, should any be needed, we’re now told that we’re running out of water and electrickery and the NHS, blessed be its name, will soon need another couple of thousand pounds a year off each of us. How cool is that then? You’d think someone a lot brighter than me could figure out that the more folks there are sharing the same amount of stuff must mean that there will quickly be less stuff for each of us, right?

So this is the simple illustrative challenge for those that must be obeyed:
Go off to work one day and leave your front door open and a large ‘Welcome’ sign hanging on your front gate. I’m betting you get a shock upon returning home. Whoa! I opened the door and they came!

After a couple of days of your ‘open door’ policy, you’ll be ‘surprised’ to find that using the kitchen and bathroom with the regularity and freedom you once enjoyed will have gone for some strange reason. Soon thereafter you may well find yourself having to queue to use your own computer and having to be content with sitting on the floor in your lounge and even having to sleep on the floor in the hall. Eventually, sitting will become a problem and you may well just have enough room to stand at the back. Sadly, the standing room that enables leaning against a wall is all being used; it’s now only stand-up straight space.

In no time at all, you’ll no longer be able to get your car on the drive as it seems to be in continuous use as a hand car wash station. On the plus side, finding you have to park quite some distance away, the walk enables you to calm down a tad before entering what was once your castle but is now a multiculti utopia.

Your garden? Just a jungle as the last time you tried to do a bit out there, tiptoeing through all kinds of unsavoury looking stuff and strange charcoal cooking thingies, you lost your place in the proper toilet queue and wet yourself.

Eventually, after becoming a tad disconcerted with the rapid ever upwards trajectory of your electricity, gas and water bills and the dangerous load on some sockets threatening to blow you off the grid, you may well decide you’ve had enough and need to get everyone out and lock the door. However, when you finally come to take that action you’ll be shocked to find it’s too late as that’s when you’ll discover you’ve lost all governance of your own home and you are now in a miniscule minority.

And thus ends my miniature picture of our little bit o’ rock sitting in an angry sea. Please feel free to copy, amend or edit as you wish, and post to your MP and any believers of open borders to see if they’re up for the challenge. The cessation of all acts of inhalation and exhalation whilst awaiting a note of acceptance to the challenge, or indeed any response at all, isn’t advised. Hell, I’ve been waiting two years now.  If, by some miracle, a response is forthcoming it’ll most likely be along the accepted political lines of it’s not their fault...

           

Quote;  Edward Abbey.

“A crowded society is a restrictive society; an overcrowded society becomes an authoritarian, repressive and murderous society.”

And Then They Report...

I see from the TV news channels that they’ve woken-up to the silent invasion taking place down south the ways. I also note that their form of reporting this invasion is so similar to their reporting of those recent ‘predominantly peaceful riots’ as, contrary to wot we can see with our own eyes, these folk ‘risking their lives on this perilous journey’ are reportedly predominantly pregnant women and young children. 

Perilous journey? I would suggest that, given recent and present conditions and from wot we see of the boats and the kit being worn, this crossing is anything but perilous. Hell, on occasion folk swim it for fun do they not?

And a final observation from a cranky old man; why do these TV ‘news’ outlets finish their ‘reporting’ when the folk are plucked from their little boats bobbing on a storm lashed sea? Wot happens next? Where are these folk? Which hotels? Wot investigation is done on these fellows? How many and how quickly are any returned to whence they came? How many get to stay? Stay where? Hotels for ever**? Wot type of visa are they given? I know that if you get a leave to remain visa, legitimately, it states on my little nest of vipers that the holder has no recourse to public funds so wot are these channel paddlers who get to stay going to live on/off? Us?
**Is this why Mr Bo-Jangles has relaxed planning permissions so’s to quickly empty the hotels and house our newest bestest ever friends?
So few questions; so many ‘investigative’ journalists.

A solution? Priti, please pay attention: With the downturn in offshore oil activity, I’m betting there are quite a few crew change choppers looking for work so how about this; the navy picks ‘em up, brings ‘em ashore then coach ‘em to the closest airstrip and chopper ‘em straight back to France. It’d cost a fraction of wot it’s all presently costing and customers wanting to pay for a day out ‘perilous’ dingy ride and chopper ride straight back would dry-up PDQ. JD.

Alternatively, do nothing, let ‘em keep rolling up by any means and in a few years let the French face the same problem only it’ll be boat loads of wypipo escaping the escalating carnage in the UK.

Quote;  Alexander Dale Oen.

“Nothing comes sailing by itself.”

 

 

 

And Then A Conspicuous Absence...

Further to the Z-boat armada in the Channel, I see Savage Javelin has cut short his holiday and awarded a gold something or other to someone unknown so that should be an end to the illegal landings then.

Anyhoo, have you noticed something like wot I have noticed regarding these landings? I’m sure you have. Is I ever going to get to give a hint as to wot I’ve noticed that I’m sure you’ve also noticed? Below is a hint.

Remember wot now seems like years ago, when that refugee thingy first licked off here? Remember all those celebrities - yeah, I know - politicians and SJW types, all frantically signalling their virtue, grinning inanely and flourishing those big Welcome signs for the media? Where are they now then?  Isn’t this an opportunity made in heaven for them to do all that doing good stuff for real?

Why aren’t they patrolling those cold southern beaches, big Welcome signs and a blanket to the fore, rescuing those poor fellows before they fall foul of those dastardly Immigration chaps? Hell, it’s not like it’s a 747 load is it; they’re just popping up in easily manageable slack handfuls per Z-boat. Easy to whip ‘em off the beach right quick – okay, after the photo op - and into their four-by-fours and away round theirs for a nice cup o’ tea, a clean-up, a warm-up and a jolly nice meal before being shown the spare bedrooms that they’re welcome to use until...
So where are they? Come on! The TV camera crews are there already just waiting for you to show-up.

In other news I see the health police are now warning us about the ‘dangers’ of processed meat; primarily, it seems, bacon. Never a day passes without a warning about something. Will bacon adverts be banned from the London underground and TV? Are these the first tentative steps towards a march to ban bacon altogether? If so, why on earth would anybody want to ban our beloved bacon? Say wot now? Oh, right...

Quote;  Doug Larson.

“Life expectancy would grow by leaps and bounds if green vegetables smelled as good as bacon.”

And Then, A Big Grey Beast...

I see the Labour Live festival{?} didn’t quite attract the huge crowds they expected. If it had been a commercial enterprise I believe the term used would’ve been, it bombed. It’s scary to see the folk wot would like to run the country can’t even run a pop concert. Maybe they should practice with a whelk stall.

Typing of how poorly we’re represented by those above us, I see our PM is going to hose another twenty billion pounds into the bottomless NHS pit by 2023. Spookily, she’s also continuing to hose an additional quarter million plus potential new customers a year at it; and apparently Savage Javelin wants even more new comers.  You know wot May-Be-Nuts? By 2023 that twenty billion’s going to look like chump change at this rate. I’ll try again: Hello? Is there anybody out there?

Coincidental to this news, on Friday I gave a lift to an aging near neighbour for her doctors appointment as she’d missed the bus. We arrived in good time and the waiting room was only lightly populated owing, I guess, to the late afternoon time.

While waiting, I took the time to conduct a Foggy survey the results of which run thusly:
Of the twelve folk waiting, my near neighbour, a mother and daughter and myself were the only ones speaking in the native tong of this island. Of the eight folk who came in and went to the reception desk, two were native islanders. This would show that, at time of survey, six ‘locals’ were there and fourteen ‘others’. That’s adults. There were also four pushchairs containing between them six kids. So I now have first hand experience of the big grey beast that’s taking up most of the front row everywhere you go. Hay, good on ‘em. There’s nobody in the world that’ll say ‘no’ to anything that’s going for free, right?

To end, I ran into another site worth a read and the comments are pretty cutting and that would be The Conservative Woman. Don’t ask me how I ended up there although it may have had something to do with how I identified myself that particular morning... Wot’s also interesting, after yesterdays post, is the piece and the comments regarding up-skirting. Nice to know I’m not alone then.

Quote;  Sophie Hardach.

“You think it's impossible to be a passive fighter? Well, sometimes fighting just means existing. Existing, not going away, and quietly biding your time.”

And Then They Keep Coming...

Seems that despite that Brexit thingy supposedly ending in a country of doom, folk are still flocking here in ever slightly increasing numbers and some talking-head on TV today said that the UK workplace needs people but quickly passed on the fact that there’s something like one and a half million people here that are presently unemployed.

Man, what are we aiming for here? A carwash for every car? A specialist sprout picker for every individual sprout? The Big Issue delivered to every door daily? You remember that Home Secretary wot said they’d be bringing down the numbers? What was her name again? How’s that working out?

Anyhoo, how could this all play out? You would think those ‘up there’ could put two and two together and figure out that now the purple party has a new normal talking leader and that particular party took four million votes last time out, they should be able to work out that if ‘they’ try too hard to mess with Leaving the EU and folk see ever longer queues at doctors, schools and such, with ever increasing traffic congestion with many cars being driven by no license, new comer chancers, “You do what now? You drive on what side?” it could well result in a huge chunk of those seventeen plus million who voted Leave and probably many, many more now if you were to include those totally disenchanted with the playground antics of our ‘betters’, all looking for a new box for their cross and the  purple party could well become the ‘look you straight in the eye, straight talkin’ purple people eating party’. Now that really would be establishment melt-down time would it not?

Purple People Eaters? Careful Timidadians, they’re out there...

Quote;  Adlai Stevenson.

“I offer my opponents a bargain: if they will stop telling lies about us, I will stop telling the truth about them.”

And Then, An Aging Problem...

When the government announced the start of bringing child, male, refugees to the safety of the UK after their perilous journeys through many safe countries, and that the vetting process would be conducted by the Home Office, some Civil Serpents and various charities, it wasn’t until I saw photos of the first batch that I realised Age Concern UK where at the forefront of the vetting process.

A Civil Serpent, in a statement to the gullible, stated that the process will continue in an open manner as expected from a free, democratic country that has nothing to hide and thus must remain open to public scrutiny at all times. He further stated that the reason the blinds are down on the coaches and for the security screens at the reception area are purely so the children don’t get further traumatised by the possible sighting of someone smoking in the surrounding streets.

Quote;  Dr Seuss.

“Adults are just obsolete children and the hell with them.”

And Then A long Walk....

My little nest of vipers is once again incensed by the news. The news in question is this staggering bit of news that’s in the news.

When she/we reflect on  the fiery hoops of bureaucracy and numerous other obstacles placed in front of her, and the huge costs involved over the years before she was granted leave to remain, one has to be completely confused by the ‘system’. As I said to her, it seems that if you follow the rules to the letter, do all that’s asked of you, keep handing over the money, that’s bad and they want more. Make it here illegally and that’s considered good and you’ve ‘earned’ the right to stay.

Don’t get me wrong, you can’t knock these fellows stowing away in trucks an’ such; it’s got to take some guts. Imagine, if you will, a bunch of our own youth chancing injury and gaol by climbing on trucks up north to get to London on the rumour of work down there. Or, conversely, climbing on trucks in London to get out on the rumour of  work to be offered. Can’t see it happening, can you? Not the first example anyway.

So you really can’t knock the walker as his aim was to get here by any means and making it on foot through the Channel Tunnel was a pretty ballsy way to do it.

The problem, as I see it, is not with the folk trying to get here, usually illegally, it’s our folk in power seemingly being clueless as to how to handle the situation they now find themselves in. And that situation isn’t going to get any better any time soon is it? In fact, our rabbits with power will still be crouching in the middle of the highway, transfixed, as the oncoming headlights of chaos get ever bigger and brighter.

Anyhoo, the fact a guy walked here, breaking numerous laws along the way, is then given four months free accommodation to give him the time, with, I’m sure, free legal advice and assistance, to prepare for his day in court where he’s duly granted leave to remain, has left her indoors totally speechless. See? Speechless; every cloud does indeed have a silver lining.

In similar news, I see Cologne rail station went through a period of ‘enrichment’ on New Year’s Eve.  Spookily, it took from the first to the fourth for that news to escape into the world.

Quote;  Charlie Brown.

“I've developed a new philosophy... only dread one day at a time.”