And Then Kick Off…

   Not sure if you’ve spotted it but there’s been a many day major media melt down regards a bit o’ bother between some bobbies and our newest bestest ever friends at an airport. It’s taking a long time to declare the kicky, stompy bobby was suffering from mental health issues eh?
   There was also a soldier stabbed but apparently not quite as daily news worthy. Wrong way round perchance? Oh, mental health issues. Move on...
   Anyhoo, it all reminded me of a very old joke you may remember wot’s below:
A policeman spots a huge black guy dancing on the roof of a Ford motor car. He radios for backup.
"What's the situation?" Asks the operator.
"A big fat black bloke's dancing about on somebodies car roof."
"Whoa! You can't say that over the radio!" replies the operator, "You have to use the politically correct terminology"
"OK, sorry. Zulu... Tango... Sierra."
   Here’s hoping y’all have a happy tax paying week to come...

Quote; James Finn Garner.

“The emperor is naked!"
The parade stopped. The emperor paused. A hush fell over the crowd, until one quick-thinking peasant shouted:
"No, he isn't. The emperor is merely endorsing a clothing-optional lifestyle!”

And Then Defence…

   Well, more magic money going out. Just a thunk, but isn’t it time this little island declared itself as neutral and thus stopped spaffing money all over the world and especially funding other folks wars enabling those folks to kill and maim so many folk?
   As for the announced of the huge increase in the defence budget, paid for by us down here, wot will it be spent on? Again, declaring neutrality would dramatically reduce the need for anyone to invading us at all.
   Just think of the joyous, prosperous, pothole free island we could be living on with all that money being used here eh?
   Anyhoo, defence I hear you say? ‘We’ can’t even stop the invasion presently underway right now with nary a shot being fired by either ‘side’ so wot’s a bigger budget going to do?
   Okay, let’s lighten up a tad. Remember that big boat wot bumped into a bridge a while back? When I tapped out that bit about the absence of a pull me-push me, something was floating about in the fog of ma heed but refused to emerge. Yesterday it done did break-out so below please find a song wot may strike a chord with any old folk out there wot used to do business on boats. All best listen to with them there ear bud thingies...

That led me to this nice medley...

And that led me way off topic to this wot may help y’all find out if there’s a hill-billy bone hidden deep in your body. Bu-by for now.

Quote; A. Whitney Brown.

“Our bombs are smarter than the average high school student. At least they can find Kuwait.”

And Then In Case You Missed it…

    ...tucked away in the ‘news’ it seems a big boat’s bumped into a bridge in Baltimore. Wot I thought, having worked on mans boats in my youth, was why a big boat like that was allowed to circumnavigate a big bridge like that, a bridge that has no collision protection around its supports, without being accompanied, in case of emergencies, by at least one push-me pull-me until clear of the bridge. Or - reaches for tin foil hat - is there more to this incident that’s not suitable for public release?

Quote; Mehmet Murat ildan.

“If you want to cross a bridge that is likely to collapse, you will be disregarding not only your life but also the life of the bridge!"

And Then I Remember...

   Sadly, I’m old enough to remember, as I worked around the world, that calling someone from a different country or different ethnicity, by our nickname for them – and indeed being called by the nickname they had for me/us was just cause for smiles all round.
   I remember when being chastised for doing a task incorrectly or taking too long just gave me pause for thought regards personal improvement. It used to be called learning.
   Now? It’s all been hijacked by mad hatters to be racist and bullying. Can’t anybody walk tall any more?
   It’s sad to see our World on a road to nowhere is it not?
   As for all the strikes going on right now, you want more money? Go find it somewhere else then and remember you can be anything that you want to be, right?

Quote;  J.M. Barrie

“Growing up is such a barbarous business, full of inconvenience… and pimples.”

And Then, Closed...

   First-up I must paste a comment left on the last post regards software updates as it’s so very true regards the world we live in;
DiscoveredJoys said...
“Strange how people acknowledge that complex software is released needing bug fixes, vehicles are sold needing later recalls, but suggest that a new law is imperfect or government(s) are less than all-seeing and the Great and Good clutch their pearls.”
   Anyhoo, my little nest of vipers decided she needed something from the shops so off we went for a look. After tootling hither and thither it became obvious that, as a result of it being some sort of holiday, all shops were shut thus we rolled home tootle-less.
   Suppose I should put up a semi-seasonal song then.

   And after the holiday? Back to who knows wot I guess...

   Okay, try this. Trust me, when the fellow asks you to sing it with him, the lyrics are very easy to pick up... Oh boy – sorry – oh person, I’m seventy-six; when am I going to grow up? Not for a long time yet. I hope.

Quote;  Kurt Mortensen.

“My sales objective is to get my prospects to look at my products the same way I look at bacon.”

And Then, More Restrictions...

   ...coming to your home town soon. Hay! You! Get back in your allotted living area, okay? Just stay there and wait for your weekly delivery of insect based meals... Good video under this blue bit.
   Why don’t they get serious and just ban all forms of transport from moving on Sundays, Tuesdays and Thursdays of every week? That’s a joke by-the-by and not a suggestion to be taken onboard by any ‘important’ folk who may blunder through this mirror of fogginess.
  Revolution beckons does it not.
   It’s getting close to my little nest of vipers and I to seriously consider, again, returning to the home we still have in a land far, far, far away. No, it’s not Botany Bay but the below song’s a good ‘un and fits with the mood of, I’m sure, many folk. And many more as the days roll by.
”I’ll stay no more on England’s shore,
To hear the music play...”

    As for the so called festive season, try the number below by way of a change from the conventional deck the halls with environmentally friendly prickly sustainable stuff sort of songs.

   Oh, and before I finish, did you see these figures wot I bumped into a short while ago where, I remember not? Obviously just tinfoil hat nuttery, right?
In 2018 two point nine million people died from flue and pneumonia.
In 2020 there was a ninety-eight percent drop in flue cases but in the same year two point eight million people died of Covid.
Strange eh?   

Quote;  T.H. White.

“Everything not forbidden is compulsory.”

And Then, An Interview...

   Nothing for you today other than that scary jabber movie. Yeah, I know you’ve seen it but just in case... Possibly avoid watching dependant on the number of the experimental chemi cocktail doses you’ve been persuaded to have. Just a bunch of tinfoil conspiracy nuttery anyway, right? Well? Right? And the media are still wanting us to get pumped up? How many interconnected, differing dimensions has this little planet got then?
   And after that? Light relief with another very, very old smile. It’s a bummer out there but be cheerful, strive to be happy. That is all.

The doggies held a meeting,
They came from near and far,
Some came by motor cycle,
And some by motor car.
Each doggie passed the doorway,
Each doggie signed the book,
Each unshipped his asshole
And hung it on a hook.

One dog was not invited, It sorely raised his ire.
He ran into the meeting hall
And loudly shouted, "Fire!"
It threw them in confusion
And without a second look
Each grabbed another's asshole
From off another hook.

And that's the reason why sir,
When walking down the street,
And that's the reason why sir,
When doggies chance to meet,
And that's the reason why sir,
On land, aboard or home,
They'll sniff each other's backside,
To see if it's their own.

Quote;  ??

“Handle every stressful situation like a dog. If you can’t eat it or play with it, just pee on it and walk away.”

And Then, Where Do They Go...

   This morning, as usual, I prepared to the kitchen to brew coffee and it being a nice looking day I opened the back door to let a little fresh air in.
   At this, and not for the first time, I was greeted by the neighbourhood crows shouting and crowing their hearts out. About wot I know not. Could they all be peeping in folks windows and screeching excitedly at the morning ‘news’ roundups?
   This got me thinking. Our skies are, especially mornings, full with many thousands of birds of all sizes flying about in flocks of varying sizes. And let’s not forget those two geese wot missed the main flight and are shouting hysterically at each other as to how to form that required goose V flying formation. Now some of they birds will be young fellows but some will be old guys.
   So to my thought. Where do old birds go to die? Given old to young ratios you’d expect to not be surprised to see some old fellow reach his time, flap his last and plumet to earth. Never seen that.
   Nor have I ever seen a permanently retired bird lying in the garden or round the country side. Dead on the road? Sure but that’s usually a pidgin wot tried to cross the road too low too slow and I don’t see pheasants and grouse littering the highways like before.    
   So where are all our dear departed feathered friends lying? Quickly eaten by carrion perhaps?
   In proper ‘news’ I see those no oil nutters are cluttering up the roads down the smoke. If I came across these nutters, facing me as I drove along, I’d be tempted to do a U turn, back up close to one of ‘em and sit there, engine idling giving the nutter the full benefit of the exhaust.
   Then see how long before they regret gluing themselves to the deck then eh? However, I’d probably be the one arrested for doing an illegal U turn...
   Below? Just a choon from the past to close. Enjoy.

Quote;  ??

How do crows stick together in a flock?  Velcrow.

And Then, Off A While...

   I see Mr Bojangles has found another billion worth of aid down the back of the sofa to give to the Ukrankies. I repeat myself, our money, for that is wot it is, seems to be in plentiful supply when it comes to aiding one lot in killing another lot. Meanwhile, in the real world... More on that below.    
   I have many stuff thingies to get done tomorrow and over the weekend, one of which is a car service and MOT, so I’ll be a tad busy in the real world so Ill be a no-show in this cyber world.   
   For younger readers, the real world is wot you’ll see all around you when you close the lid of you tap-top or when you’re out and about and chance to, heavens forfend, lookup from your smartphone screen.
   Here’s a song for Mr Bojangles and ‘our’ police farces, many of which seem to be in a bit of bother. Now if only we had a spare billion to keep our own streets safe, eh?
   See y’all on the flip-flop.

Quote; John Cameron Mitchell.

“Our feet are planted in the real world, but we dance with angels and ghosts.”

And Then, Large Gatherings...

   The TV seems to be wall to wall coverage of some celebration taking place over this weekend. Oh, is that wot it is? Congratulations to her then. We’ve seen wot comes next so please hang on in there old girl, okay?
   However, while observing the large crowds gathered at various locations, I was most saddened to see no social distancing and yet more horrifying in this age of plague, no face masks. Is this as a result of the wonderous experimental chemi cocktail? Are only the multi punctured allowed to gather? If so, how is that being policed and by whom? Or, as many suspect, was co-co a clown right from the get-go?
   Did I hear that that old group featuring Mr Rotten is playing somewhere during the 'celebrations’? Did they play at St Pauls this morning perchance? If so, here’s my humble offering.  Remember, anger is an energy. Have a good weekend y’all and may the road rise with you.

          

Quote;  Nino Varsimashvili.

“Life. For some it is battle for others it is dance. For rich it is party for poor it is chance.”

And Then, A Winner…

   And that would be my little nest of vipers, upon checking her lottery ticket, jumping up and down and declaring she had a winner. I took a look and confirmed this fact and thus I offered up a prayer and went to the lottery site where I discovered she’d won the princely sum of nine pounds.
   This news calmed her up and down movements somewhat…
   Anyhoo, the offering up of a prayer stirred that grey slurry in my swede that passes as a brain these days and I remembered something that, upon a search, I’d pinched and posted way back in 2010. Worth a read if you’re planning a trip to London that may involve getting of the train and onto a bus. And that would be the London bus drivers daily prayer.

Our Father,
Who art in Hendon,
Harrow be Thy name.
Thy Kingston come,
Thy Wimbledon
In Erith as it is in Hendon.
Give us this day our daily Brent,
And forgive us our Westminster's,
As we forgive those who Westminster against us.
Lead us not into Thames Ditton,
But deliver us from Ealing,
For thine is the Kingston,
The Purley and the Crawley,
For Iver and Iver,
Crouch End.

Quote;  Meister Eckhart.

“If the only prayer you said in your whole life was, Thank you, that would suffice.”

And Then, A Statement...

   Well, so, you see the press jobby held by Biden-His-Time? The main take-away was that he’s convinced there’s going to be a bit of bother over our way. However, he later stated – unreported by the MSM – that he’d had a tad of confusion and wot he was actually convinced of was the fact that he’d got his shoes on the right feet that morning.
   It also seems there was some big meeting recently relating to something wot’s going on in far away Europe. It’s believed co-co was also discussed at some length.
   Upon completion of the meeting, a joint statement was issued by all those leaders of the ‘free’ world who attended that was also fully endorsed by those wot didn’t. It emphasised the highly likely possibility of all-out war in Europe and also stated that ‘scientists’ were confident they’d identified an incoming strain of co-co that might be able to kill on contact. The statement concluded thusly;
”Fear, panic, chaos and disorder; our work here is done.”
   And mention of Mr Biden reminded me of this bit from a little bit after a while ago regards co-co;
Dr. Anthony Fauci, Director of the U.S. National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases and the highest paid person in our government, told Pres. Joe Biden, "This morning, three Brazilian people died from Covid-19.”
The blood drained from the president's face as, to everyone’s amazement, Biden collapsed on the floor.
A minute passed and to everyone’s relief, he got up and slowly sat back in his chair. His staff were stunned at this display of emotion from the Commander in Chief, as he sat there head in hands.
Finally, Joe looked up and, with a shaky quivering voice, asked Dr. Fauci, "How many is a Brazilian?”

Quote;  Fred Allen.

“A conference is a gathering of people who singly can do nothing, but together can decide that nothing can be done.”

And Then, Ripper Types...

   In view of all the exciting energy cost rises, I’ve copied a comment by the good Ripper and glued it up front as it could be of interest to those of you pondering heating replacements or in the midst of DIY that’ll include your fireplace.
   He mentions those fan heaters disguised as coal or log fires. I can type from experience that those thingies can look nice but that is all they do; look nice. If memory serves, the one I put in lasted all of four months before I ripped it back out.
   Money? Near zero interest rates? Housing market goes crazy then hike interest rates? All part of some scary personal money eroding plan?  Wot a foil hatted crazy thought...
   I guess next we’ll see a huge, manufactured, rise in petrol and diesel prices at the pumps so’s those recent purchasers of electrickery cars don’t feel quite so stupid when they look at their daily{?} recharging costs.
   Whoa! Here’s a thought. Could the technology be close  to herald the next marketing step for all those millions of home exercise bikes an’ such? Plug ’em in and  peddle a charge into your electric car? A fit family and a small free car charge? Could be a winner right there. Think about that Ripper and if it looks like it could be feasible in the near future, slap a patent on the idea and, who knows, you could become rich just down the line. If that should come to pass, don’t forget your ol’ Blog mate...
    Anyhoo, over to Ripper:
   “Nearing the end of the DIY upstairs, then I can start the real work downstairs. One job is the fireplace. The heating/hot water come from a gas combi boiler that feeds 7 radiators and the fireplace is never used. It has a cheap and ridiculously fake fan heater disguised as a coal fire that I disconnected as soon as I moved in here. So, as energy costs are going through the roof and the supply gets iffier by the day, its led me to investigate alternative forms of heating that could be self sufficient just in case Vlad does end up turning off the supply.
   I've settled on opening the fireplace back up and installing a wood burner but I recall, sometime during the 80's seeing this great system invented in the USA. I never heard anything more since but I've just found it again.
Ever heard of a water hammer? Its just a pump basically that heats the water by smashing it. Some installations exist so its known to work but I believe the inventor was bought out and the idea shut down. Its so simple that I think I could build one, it could sit outside and be connected into the house radiator system.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DjGSXKSLpfY
   Another option for occasional heating could be done with a thermosyphon system fed from a coil of copper pipe wrapped around the flue of the wood burner, fed into a copper cylinder the old fashioned way.”

Quote;  Aristotle.

“Poverty is the parent of revolution and crime.”

And Then A Cracker...

   But first, I caught a BBC lady announcer on the radio state that, in the football, England had defeated Croatia. I guess ‘defeated’ sounds sort o’ final as opposed to beaten. Or is it that to BBC ears ‘beaten’ sounds a tad naughty?
   As for the poor guy who had a tick-a-tack, had he had the vaccine? Early indications suggested yes. However, these seem to have been popped down the memory hole and, of course, not a murmur from our media.
   Best we can do to get a clue is, when you tune in to watch a game and it looks like you’re watching a recording in slow motion, it could possibly be a bunch of punctured players with untold horrors whirling around their heads trying to take it easy.
   And now, for me, the clip of the year so far. Again, I found it via a link and it’s on that Twatter thing and, again, I still have no idea how to embederate just the clip so it’s a blue do again. Is that funny or wot?

Quote;  David Beckham.

"My parents have been there for me, ever since I was about 7."

And Then, An Old Observation...

   While idling away a little time sorting out an old hard drive, I ran into something I must’ve copied to keep a long, long time ago, and further to the thoughts of Priti Pointless, seems nothing much has changed over quite a period of time.

"Those up there say that attempting to stem or "thwart" the current levels of immigration is impossible; that it was just a fact of life..." So, for some reason governments believe it’s impossible to stop humans from crossing a defended border, but think it’s perfectly rational that we can control the natural heating and cooling cycles of the earth. Do they even listen to themselves?"

   Think carefully before answering the last sentence.
   Someone wot’s got a way with words needs to take that and edit it to reflect the present Vac hysteria we’re bombarded with every minute of every day. Follow this for more on Vaccines before you present your arm and say, “Have at it!”

Quote;  Alan Dundes.

“Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.”

And Then, In And Out Again...

   I’m sure you’re all wondering wot’s happened to me these past couple of days. Say wot now? Well, I’m going to tell you anyway.
   Back in the mists of time I was an avid family history sort of chap. This, amongst other things, resulted in the site found over left the way, In Memory, wot I put together.
   Anyhoo, a family member has recently taken an interest in family history and has contacted me regards passing on some information.
   This I am doing but the info sorting is extremely time consuming and that is where I be. Should be done in another couple of days. Yea, said that before...

Quote;  Ogden Nash.

“A family is a unit composed not only of children but of men, women, an occasional animal, and the common cold.”

And Then, Results...

Before I briefly type about the TV hyper ventilating regarding kids exam results, last night I found myself frantically clicking through the TV channels in search of something watchable and briefly stopped off at Channel 4 as the news started. First up was the train derailment up the way in Scotland and the sad loss of three lives. Guess wot the cause of the land slip that derailed the train was blamed on? Yup, climate change; thus confirming that bottom has yet to be reached by these ‘news’ fellows and fellesses.

Exam results? Wot the hay is all the fuss about? One kid who stated he wanted a career as an engineer in the aviation industry had tremendous difficulty opening the envelope wherein resided his results. An engineer? Struggling with an envelope? This doesn’t bode well for air travel in the future.

Then, shortly after a teacher talked of the kids nervously opening their ‘onverlopes’, a young lady stated, “I’m excited to get my results.” Leaving aside the copious use of ‘like’ by all the interviewed kids, wouldn’t it be a joy to be a fly on the wall at all those upcoming university or, like, job interviews?  The future, already looking like a blue do, would seem to be looking yet evermore iffy.

Quote;  Malcolm Forbes.

“Failure is success if we learn from it.”

And Then, Muzzles...

Top of the ‘news’ today, other than a footy star has sadly passed away, seems to be that we’ll shortly be ‘instructed’ to start wearing face masks in all retail outlets. Think of the queues forming as folk mumble their requests/questions  garbled through their muzzle to shop assistants who then have to try and decipher the muzzle-mumbled question then give a similarly muzzle-mumbled response. That could go back and forth for some considerable time could it not? I trust this is only shops an’ such as if it covers restaurants as well, it’ll kind o’ knock the edge off the Rishi Sad-sack ten pound off nosebag deal.

In other news, yesterday I caught a young lady – looked about eighteen – who the bottom screen ticker informed me, best I remember, was a spokesperson for the Office for Budget Responsibility who, surprisingly as this was the BBC, didn’t have a positive word regarding those announced financial package plans for post plague UK.

Then this morning, another lady featured strongly on the news. And she was? Why, with swimming pools opening – muzzle free? – it was good to see this lady finally getting the recognition she so richly deserves  in these trying times; none other than the Managing Director of Swim England. Ah shacks ma heed.

Anyhoo, back to muzzles, a comment I bumped into, a chunk of which I have cheekily copied and pasted below, says it all really, especially the closing few words; 

“Forced use of muzzles is about control and to act as a safety blanket for the corona deranged, whose minds have been cracked by the diet of fear from the scum-media.”

Let’s give all that no never mind and sing along out o’ here...

          

Quote;  Thomm Quackenbush.

“You got a vicious animal inside you. It wants to snap, it wants to attack, but it's harmless because some woman fitted a muzzle on it. Now, how do you imagine it feels about that muzzle? How do you think it will regard the woman the moment that muzzle is off, and she is within biting distance?”

And Then They Open...

I caught a small item on the news that seemed to suggest pubs an’ such reopened today. Let’s celebrate this fact – should it be fact – with a trip to a proper pub. Remember them?

         

Quote;  John Cowper Powys.

“There was a general stir in the room and a craning forward of necks. The seasoned cronies of the Three Peewits had long ago discovered that the most delectable of all social delights was a quarrel that just stopped short of physical violence.”

And Then, No Surprise...

Way back on 18th June, I finished off a post with wot’s below regarding hand sanitizer;
...my little nest of vipers purchased a bottle of hand sanitizer to keep in the car as it’s a pre-pandemic model and doesn’t have a sink. I checked out the label, as you do, and noted with interest it contained eighty percent alcohol. And I’m supposed to waste that rubbing it on my hands? Are they nuts? Nice with ice? Joke. No I haven’t tried it but wots the betting there are folk out there wot have?

Then, yesterday was it? I bumped into this report and failed to fall over backwards in surprise. Hay, way back in the day, working on mans boats, I well remember sailing with many an old boy who’d strain Brasso Metal Polish through a sock for a quick nip or two when times were bad...
Sing you a song of a world gone wrong,
When they got no use for a shantyman.

           

Quote;  Louis Pasteur.

“A bottle of wine contains more philosophy that all the books in the world.”