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Is this Britain?

Is this Britain?

This country is being turned inside out. From those in the establishment being caught up in the fallout following the scandal surrounding the odious Jimmy Savile and his army of degenerate cohorts through to almost daily tales of the underclass running riot in the inner cities, one cannot get away from the rising stench. Crooked parliamentarians, low-level crime, police officers tasering elderly blind men. 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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Inexplicable

Inexplicable

I have always believed that the law in this country is a horse’s arse, and you can trawl through some of my previous posts to see why. Some of the contradictions are just so inexplicable that they really do defy belief – and sometimes even I find myself scratching my head just to make absolutely sure that they are not just figments of some malicious right-wing imagination. Read the rest of this entry »

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In it for another week at least…

In it for another week at least...

A few things to talk about today.

Germany are through to the second round of the World Cup following a cracking strike by Mesut Özil to beat a tough and very spirited Ghana side. Good news also that Serbia are on their way back home, having lost 2-1 to the unlucky Aussies. All in all a fairly balanced group, with Germany’s 4-0 thrashing of the Socceroos being put into better perspective with subsequent results. Read the rest of this entry »

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Welcome to Londonistan

Welcome to Londonistan

Electoral fraud, way too many people per square foot, mass deprivation, urban violence, wall-to-wall Muslims… Bangladesh? Pakistan? The fresh and democratic shithole of Afghanistan? Nope, it’s the East End we never get to see in East Enders, the wonderful multikulti paradise much loved by socialist drummerboy and tub-thumper Billy Bragg – who now conveniently lives leafy Dorset. Read the rest of this entry »

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It’s April Fool’s Day…

It's April Fool's Day...

…so this must be a joke, right?

I have nothing against monumental arts projects. I just have something against monumental arts projects that look like nothing, represent nothing and look bloody ugly. Looking at this computerised rendition of the ArcelorMittal Orbit, “Hubble Bubble” or whatever, it looks like someone has taken the design of the Eiffel tower and a good dose of something chemical or herbal. Well either that or it is some secret alien homing beacon. Read the rest of this entry »

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So I wonder how much this cost…

So I wonder how much this cost...

For all the talk about the “credit crunch”, the “recession” and so on, there will still be those who will be spending money – usually not their own money, mind – on crackpot schemes and projects. As so it continues with the campaign behind the 2012 Olympics.

Why the long faces? London celebrates 1,000 days until 2012 Olympics with bizarre set of photographs (but no one looks happy about it)

Those who know me will themselves know that I am a massive fan of the Olympic Games; I can very easily become a hermit for the fortnight and a bit when it is on, especially now with the almost wall-to-wall coverage. I do however believe that the ongoing marketing campaign – right from the beginning with the supremely hideous “fellatio” logo – has been a money-sucking disaster. Things are continuing to move away from what the Olympics are all about; it is less about the sport itself but a series of overpriced marketing stunts – in short, an exercise in corporate grovelling.

As for this latest project, one has to wonder how much money has been spent; the photographs aren’t even that good.

From prentious photographic tosh we move to high-cost tackiness and the new home of all that is expensive and ugly, Russia.

A chrome Mercedes, fridges wrapped in snake skin, and Hummers with pole-dancing stages: How Communism is well and truly dead at Russia’s Millionaire’s Fair

One has to wonder what sort of people might buy this hideous stuff, but then you just need to look at your average Russian gangster boss – sorry millionaire, oligarch, whatever – and note how the men nearly always look like pimps and the peroxide-happy women like call girls. Well, either that or they look awfully out of place trying to look like some Edwardian relic. You can take the Russian out of Russia (which is rather unfortunate as many of them are now over here), but you cannot take Russia out of the Russian.

Mr. Ivan Blingovich Beanski

Mr. Ivan Blingovich Beanski

The fellow above is a striking example; it’s sort of like a cross between a Communist-era factory worker and Mr Bean, the self-styled porcine Squire of Sakhalin who should really be dressed in one of those itchy blue boilersuits with his face covered in coal dust. One has to wonder how this bull-faced peasant has got to be where he is; guns? Drugs? People? You’ve got to wonder.

Yep, Ivans. I don’t like ‘em.

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