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Still here…

Still here...

Christmas has come and gone, and January is almost at an end… There has been plenty to write about this year, but I’ve been busy with other projects elsewhere. Lunchtimes have not been long enough, there is just too much to write about to the point where you are left wondering where to start, and I have been trying to accelerate my Schwarz und Weiß project. If you are interested in football, just click on through – if not, just click through anyway as it will help boost my rankings.
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More Tales from the Cesspool

More Tales from the Cesspool

I have long given up on reading a story and saying “words fail me” – because, quite frankly, they don’t any more. You just don’t have to look very far to read a tale of an animal being placed in a microwave by some mass-breeding Mekon-headed chav moron, an illegal immigrant driving the wrong way up the motorway whilst intoxicated in an untaxed and uninsured vehicle, or some oxygen-thieving little bastard throwing rocks onto passing cars from road bridges. Read the rest of this entry »

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Stirring the pot

Stirring the pot

I can’t believe I haven’t posted for over a month: tempus fugit. Nothing at all in November, a month that has seen Europe on the brink of financial collapse, the press being brought to book for all sorts of unseemingly skullduggery, and Libya being transformed into a healthy and flourishing democracy. Read the rest of this entry »

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Nothing to add to this…

Nothing to add to this...

Having read this story I was going to write a short piece on our traveller/gypsy/pikey friends again, but thought better of it when I found this short but excellent piece by Telegraph blogger James Delingpole. Read the rest of this entry »

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Britain: Banana Republic

Britain: Banana Republic

Life expectancy, fifty-five years. Boarded-up streets. Poverty, drugs, unemployment, misery. A local political representative that lives in a double-fronted property down the road and does not have an accessible office so those he purports to represent can speak to him. Read the rest of this entry »

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Time to flush the toilet…

Time to flush the toilet...

After her silly foray in the Big Brother house, Speaker John Bercow’s wife Sally has achieved her dream and become a media columnist – for the Daily Star Sunday. It’s about time someone pulled the chain on this publicity-seeking airheaded moron – just what in God’s name is she going to “write” about?

*flush*

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Liberate me ex inferis

Liberate me ex inferis

It has taken a mass mobilisation of the police, a sudden move towards what looks like instant justice and the usual soundbites and mealy-mouthed proclamations, but it finally appears that the spate of urban unrest and looting – or this phase of it at least – is over. As the dust is beginning to settle on the broken streets of England’s cities, who or what to focus our attention on is beginning to dominate the political agenda. Read the rest of this entry »

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Is this London or LA?

Is this London or LA?

Just a quick one, as I don’t really want to kick-start what might turn out to be yet another monumental essay on urban unrest, ethnic ghettoes in the shittier parts of London and the flood of effluent nonsense spouted by leftists who cannot see the abject failure of their self-serving social experiments. Read the rest of this entry »

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Excuses, excuses…

Excuses, excuses...

The Daily Mail is fast turning into my favourite online comedy resource. Forget all those bawdy joke sites and funny videos involving cats, if you want real genuine lowbrow entertainment, there’s no better place to go than the Daily Mail online – the masters of the slow news and non-news story. Read the rest of this entry »

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Some people need to be bumped off…

Some people need to be bumped off...

OK, I know what you are all thinking. Gypsies. Criminals. Tony Blair. Well… No.

We’ve all heard the silly stories about Elf n’ Saftee, those two ostensibly banal words that have come to mean something far more sinister in the mollycoddled, nannied, politically correct atmosphere that is modern Britain. But the idea of banning dodgem car bumping takes this madness to altogether new heights. Read the rest of this entry »

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