And it continues

How much more of this do we have to endure before someone, somewhere, does something about it?

On Tuesday, a 13 year old boy entered a school in North West London (Brent), and shouted "ALLAHU AKBAR" before pulling-out a knife and stabbing two similarly-aged pupils.

He then left the school, and was later found hiding in bushes and was arrested. The police will not name him for the usual idiotic reasons. Nor are we allowed to have a photo.

The two victims were said to be in a 'life-threatening condition' in hospital. The perpetrator is probably now in a 'Youth Holding Facility', and enjoying all the comforts it offers.

Most British people feel the same way about such crimes, but are not allowed to express their thoughts; nor am I.

What I will say, however, is that it has got out of hand. We all know what is going on, but no-one is prepared to look-for, or find, a solution. We just sit here and sigh..... 'Oh no, not again!'.

This latest religious-inspired attacking of 'infidels' came as we were still reeling from the court case of Anthony Esan, following his attack on a serving British Army Officer, Lt Col Mark Teeton, in Chatham. The vile attacker, Esan, will be sentenced any day. It is my own choice NOT to show HIS photo.

Such attacks are illogical, irrational, random, and unannounced. We know they are being plotted behind our backs at this very moment, and people have become wary of simply walking around. Life shouldn't be like that in our own country!

New-Speak

Headline writers ain't what they used to be!

I will attempt to translate this New-Speak newspaper headline that baffled me recently.

It seems that a happy American actor, Leonardo DiCaprio, has 'busted' something or other whilst moving house (maybe?), which involved some ice cubes. He was probably looking for something to cool his drinks. 

At the same time, someone called B F F Tobey Maguire had broken one of Leonardo's really super (possibly antique) bowls, and his girlfriend rips into the Italians, saying that their ice was far too slippery. They are all at The Winter Olympics.

What the inexperienced headline-writer should have written was 'Actor slips on ice at Winter Olympics, and breaks precious bowl'. Much better, and to the point!

 

Partridge.

I'm quite partial to 'Game'. Pheasant, Grouse, Quail, and Partridge will all be on the menu when available.

Kimbo went to his favourite Farmer's Market last weekend, and bought me this (below). As you might imagine, I was delighted.

It did warn that it 'May Contain Shot', but I didn't find any.

I must say that I was a little surprised that Partridges are in large enough numbers on The Downs in order to make a business out of its meat. I used to go Rabbit shooting on a friend's farm very nearby, but I never saw a Partridge.

I fried them very simply in butter, with a small amount of garlic and Parsley, and served them on a bed of Cavolo Nero. Simple and delicious.

Verdict: 10/10

Up-Coming By-Election.

 

There's an up-coming by-election in somewhere called 'Gorton and Denton' (up North?).

It'll be an interesting test for many of the parties involved. The seat has become vacant after the sacking of nasty Labour MP Andrew Gwynne (above). He had made far too many disgusting anti-semitic, and misogynistic comments on various social media sites, and was given the heave-ho by Starmer.

The main runner for the seat WAS to be the Mayor of Greater Manchester, Andy Burnham. However, Sir Slippery-Starmer wasn't keen. Burnham was definitely after the keys to No 10, so Starmer stopped him from standing, and gave him a right uppercut, and a blow to the solar plexus... POW... ZAP... WHAAM!

Greek-born Angeliki Stodge will now be representing Labour in Gorton instead, but after the disgraceful banning of the popular Burnham, I think they may have shot themselves in the foot, and they could easily lose the seat to Reform UK. We shall see on the 26th Feb. Corbyn's amusingly named party, 'Your Party', has pulled-out to give Labour a better chance. However, I fear that all their 'sleaze' will scupper their chances.

The Green Party have an interesting candidate. Her name is Hannah Spencer, she's a plumber, and has some particularly interesting vote-winning policies. She wants (amongst other things) to legalise prostitution (it already is legal), and to abolish The Police. A few years ago The Green Party wanted to ban children from keeping pet Rabbits, and to reduce the length of artists copyright. The Green Party leader, Zack Polanski, also said last weekend that the party wants to legalise Crack Cocaine and Heroin. 

Zack has also been gloating over some 'Hamas activists' who recently smashed up a defence Co's research laboratory. One of the group fractured the spine of a policewoman with a sledgehammer. Zack was happy to see them found innocent after their recent trial (this was such an obvious mistake by the court that the case will probably be re-tried). The Greens represent just a few do-lally, muesli-knitting, herbal-remedy, vegetablists. Totally BONKERS.

If Labour DO lose their seat to Reform UK, it'll probably be curtains for Sir Kreepy-Keir (if he hasn't already gone).

Burnham has been quite successful in his running of Greater Manchester, and probably would have done a much better job than KS with UK Plc. However, now that Burnham won't be eligible to challenge Starmer for the leadership, we hear that the fragrant Angela Rayner is once again ready to kick him out. She allegedly has a £1Million war chest ready for her leadership campaign. 

The only good thing one can say about the fragrant Ms Rayner, is that she would make Labour totally unelectable; just like her chum Jeremy Corbyn before her.

A Question of Colour

Yet again, when opening a box of eggs at the supermarket, I was slightly surprised to see that they were all white.

I'm no enemy of white eggs, I'm perfectly aware that they are exactly the same on the inside as brown ones. But even so, it always comes as something of a surprise when I open that box to check that none is cracked; and find that they are all white.

Along with my teetotal diet, I'm also trying to stay away from fried breakfasts for a while. So along with my morning diet of Oats, I'm also treating myself to the occasional, once a week, BOILED egg (or two).

Simple boiled eggs tend to be forgotten about, but they make a very pleasant breakfast. They are not only for small children.

When I bought my dozen pack of 'white' eggs, I was talking to the supermarket check-out lady about them when the lady who was behind me in the queue said she would never buy them. I couldn't quite work-out what her objection was to the colour, but she was adamant.

In general, all White Hens lay white eggs, and Brown Hens lay brown eggs. Yes, it's as simple as that. No difference to the interior at all.

Anyway, back to my boiled eggs. I'm pleased to say that the ones above were PERFECTLY cooked. Not always the case when I boil eggs!

A tiny sprinkle of Celery Salt, and Bob's your Uncle. Delicious. 10/10

 

Ask a silly question!

Q (me). Have you got any of those plastic curtain hook thingies I could have?

A (Kimbo). Yes!

Q (me). Could you bring me a few?

A (Kimbo). See the above.

 

The Farmer's Dog

This is the second of Clarkson's books that I've read. He writes very well, with humour and plenty of witty and intelligent observation.

I do like the actual 'physical' book too. It is divided into five or six page easy-read chapters, that are taken from his weekly articles in The Sunday Times. The print size is also good, and the simple illustrations are to the point. It is a perfectly readable book, that can be picked-up and put-down at will. Perfect for an on/off reader like myself; or for the beach..

He writes mostly about agriculture; one of his recent ventures being his own farm called 'Diddly Squat'. But this particular book is more about his new Pub'; 'The Farmer's Dog'. If you wish to know why so many Pub's are closing, Clarkson gives us clear and understandable answers. He explains why both beer-drinking and farming, under the Socialists, are in peril. but I've already explained about all that previously! He, himself, has managed to choose two of the most endangered occupations. 

This book was a Christmas present, but I've only just begun reading it.

Some years ago Clarkson was being hailed as the best Prime Minister we never had. With common sense by the bucket load in this book, I'd have to agree. He also knows a bit about cars. He was the man who described my car as a 'Pensioner's Shopping Car'; he was right about that too.