19 Aug 2026

And Then, New Homes...

   I see our prime puppet and his string stretchers are still planing to build millions of new houses in the next phew years. Not sure how with a lack of required stuff like cement, bricks and blokes to glue the phew we have together. Let’s look at the demographic of the new arrivals of our newest bestest ever friends wot need housing.
   Okay, had a look? Got it? So for simplicity and speed, how about bunging a bunch of mud huts together in desolate areas of our little island? Home from home eh? Water and basic sanitation you say? Walking miles every day for ‘fresh’ water? Please step forward all those wondrously generous charities...

Quote: C. S. Lewis.

“It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.”

  Orson Welles.

“They teach anything in universities today. You can major in mud pies.” 

12 Aug 2026

And Then, Excitement…

   And that would be an Email received today from my gas and lekky provider informing me my monthly payments will be going up by twenty quid each from September. How exciting is that then.
   Praise be to our new Prime Puppet for cutting Value Added Tax at least from lekky. This huge cut could enable us, come winter, to have the lekky blanket on for all of half an hour a week. Blessings be bushy brows.

Quote: Erma Bombeck.
“My idea of 'roughing it' is when you have to have an extension for your electric blanket.”

11 Aug 2026

And Then, Yet Another Oldie…

   This old one popped into my swede while watching the ‘news’ and seeing those rubber rafts are getting ever bigger
   With the rising tide of people running away from Africa and seeking a home in Europe, and by definition, the UK, and many folk expressing concern that this is basically leading to population displacement/replacement, I have a cunning plan.
  Let's stop all the whining and get a grip people. Why don't we just select an African country and let 'em all in; even send help with transport so's they can skip the risky sinky boaty bitty in the middle of their trip. However, and this is the cleaver bit, as they come, we go there.
  Twenty thousand sleepy lagoons imported from there to here to equal twenty thousand ol' whitey exported from here to there. Over a relatively short period of time ol' whitey will be relocated down south the way with our survival and empire building instincts kicking-in big time.
 First boat out should be loaded-out with entrepreneurs, engineers, builders, farmers, fishermen, drillers and miners just to kick-start the grand adventure and to draw up plans for the countries infrastructure. Roads would be a low priority as they will most likely be in better shape than the roads we'll be leaving behind. Also a contingency of the Royal Corps of Engineers to assist the RN guys get the docks up to snuff and the RAF guys upgrading the airports, the faster to export and import the two populations. Or import and export if you're still over here waiting your turn to go.
  Is the entire indigenous population of this island welcome to our new home? You're kidding, right? This is a one-off; a new start building a country from the ground-up so we need to be a tad selective with who we can best live without.
  Those NOT required on voyage would be, but not be limited to, the following:
Bed-wetting Timidadians and puritanians, no woke wobblers, nobody called Karen, Ant, Dec or Piers, no green goblins, no politicians or councillors of any political persuasion. No bureaucrats, civil serpents, any and all charity and quango employers/employees, tele-sales people, all teachers from primary right through to university level. No lawyers and members of the judiciary, anyone involved with or has any connection to the MSM, especially the BBC, with the possible exception of Sponge Bob. The Royal family? We'll choose and then give them the choice but if they come, they'll have to build their own homes using their own money and their own hands. And content themselves with just appearing on stamps and nothing more.
  Seems to me it could be a win-win situation. Blank canvas, new start, full employment as we build our new country and harvest its abundance of natural reserves to be used and exported and a new industrial base based on the future. And the weather? It's guaranteed to be better than that wot we get up here.
  Say what now? You'd like to go but you'd miss your fox hunting? Trust me, there'll be stuff down there for you to hunt but, unlike fox hunting, if you get it wrong you'll quickly discover you've become the hunted. Sorry? You're not up for that sort of challenge? You're not up for that sort of trip then.

Quote: Alan Gratz.

“You can live as a ghost, waiting for death to come, or you can dance.”