PMQ's (Prime Minister's Questions), Mandy, etc.

One weekly event that I try NEVER to miss is PMQ's, on Wednesdays at Mid-day.

Important questions are asked, and The Prime Minister is obliged to give answers. Difficult questions are often sidestepped by sitting PM's, regardless of their political persuasion, but our current PM has made it into 'An Art Form'. He simply replies to tricky questions by making nonsensical remarks about how everything is the fault of the Tories. 

Starmer is not alone in dodging difficult questions; they all do it to an extent, but not EVERY WEEK and to EVERY QUESTION.

Just a week ago, even the Speaker of the House, Sir Lindsay Hoyle, rebuked him for his constantly evasive replies. When leaving the house a short while later, Starmer had angry 'words' with Hoyle; as shown in the video. Yet again he is being urged to resign; but it'll take a lot to remove him.

We all remember 'Beergate' (below), when Starmer went all the way up to Durham in April of 2021, during lockdown, to a beer and curry party with friends, whilst Boris who stayed at his home, in May of 2021, to host a 'socially distanced work event' in the garden of No 10, was hounded-out of office. Starmer amazingly managed to remain glued to his post, having been exonerated by Labour 'friends'.  He has no concept of 'doing the right thing', or even of admitting his mistakes.

The truth hurts, but avoiding the truth often hurts even more; as he's now seeing.

The recently re-surfaced Mandy scandal isn't helping him. He is STILL claiming that it's everyone else's fault, and that he didn't know that Mandy, who was a close friend of paedophile Jeffery Epstein, had failed his 'Security Vetting'. The whole point of the Security Vetting was to make sure that Mandy was suitable for the job; he wasn't, and everyone knew that other than the very man who appointed him. Watching Starmer squirming as he answered questions on Monday afternoon was embarrassing. 

We all knew that Mandy had been sacked TWICE from government posts for lying, and it has now been revealed that he was also a director of the Russian Defence Company, Sistema, at a salary of £200,000 (plus added shareholdings). One can but wonder why they wanted him as a director !!! 

Also, Mandy's own company 'Global Counsel' made £3.5 Million in 2024/25 from Chinese Biotech Co 'WuXiAppTec'. That's a lot of money !!! So, he was well-in with both the Russians and the Chinese, and doing very well from them both.

We now have to wait for the May 7th (?) local elections, before the next opportunity for Starmer to resign. If electoral predictions are correct, I'm sure he'll go. With any luck, we might even have the fragrant Angela Rayner as our next PM.

It would be almost as much fun as having Corbyn as PM.

 

Bhangra

Back in the early 2000's I became quite besotted with both the music and the dance of Bhangra.

I had only just discovered it, and its energy and liveliness became very appealing. 

The dance comes from the Punjab area of India, and was originally a dance for farmers (men) to celebrate the harvest. I don't think it's an ancient ritual, it might simply date back to the 1950's.

I would love to join-in with these guys, but I don't own any trousers tight enough!

 

A few photos

 

With a particularly low tide recently, Billy took advantage, and went for an evening paddle with lots of other dogs.

Brighton has a Pebble Beach, but with the tide so low, the sand is revealed. The destroyed 'West Pier' is in the background.

I believe there was recently a funeral service at the church, then these flags appeared, as well as lots of beautiful red Roses around some of the trees. I know nothing more.

And in the Dog Walking Park, it looks as if someone had a fight with a tent, and the tent lost. Other bits were spread about all over the place. Dreadful mess. It never ceases to amaze me how those who choose to lead an outdoor life, always leave so much litter behind. I suppose the two go together.

And finally, here are some of the Bluebells in the churchyard. They seem particularly beautiful this year.

That's it.

I thought I'd seen it all !!!

I want you to picture the scene. Cro and Billy go for a walk, and Cro has decided to go prepared for almost every eventuality.

He imagines that half way around his walk, somebody's phone might suddenly go dead and will need re-charging.

Of course I never actually carry my own phone around with me (I tend to know where I am), but let's imagine that I find some damsel in destress, crying her pretty little eyes out. She can't connect to her beloved Tik Tok or Snapchat, and her life is no longer worth living.

Then along comes St Cro of the Coast to her rescue, and he offers to re-charge her batteries (any euphemism there Cro?) in the wink of a Lamb's eye (several hours).

I unclip the handy, and attractive, Solar Panels from my handy and attractive Rucksack, plug in, and we sit on a grassy mound together whilst her phone charges, and until she has regained her composure. 

Little Miss Damsel is now so happy that she offers me a Polo Mint; but I refuse and continue on my heroic way; searching-out others who may have befallen similar fates.

Thank goodness for my handy portable solar re-charging unit !!! What would I do without it.

 

Cultural integration.

This video went 'viral' recently, for obvious reasons.

I have to say that since the outrage over the cutting down of the infamous Sycamore tree in Northumberland a while back, this must be the worst case of bucolic vandalism we've witnessed.

I have no idea who this person is, where he comes from, or why he wishes to destroy our ancient dry-stone walls. What I do know is that he's a Fuc*ing Id*ot, and should be given a bloody good thrashing behind the wall, before being made to rebuild it.

Dare I say, but he's obviously not of British heritage, so why one earth should someone who is benefitting from the generosity and liberalism of Britain, wish to destroy it. I really am lost for words.

This is getting (has got) completely out of hand. I hope that the authorities will look at him, and decide that he's not really the type of person we want in our country. 

The little bast*rd. I am VERY angry.

 

British Laptop Day.

I'm always amazed by what I find beside the little Search Strip, at the bottom left of my laptop. 

It's always some special day or other. Yesterday, for example, it was the day of the 'International Bat', which we are advised to 'appreciate'. Whether this is a Cricket Bat, Rounders Bat, or Flying Bat, we are not told.

Somewhere, someone sits at a desk making-up what 'Day' it should be. He, or she, certainly doesn't lack imagination.

They don't mention Saint's Days too much; other than St Patrick's Day. It's usually something like 'Save the Snail Day' or 'National Nail-Clipping Day'. Nothing is beyond the imagination of this anonymous adviser.

May I suggest that we have a 'Pencil Sharpening Day', or a 'National Smiling and Saying Hello Day', or even why not a 'Doing Absolutely Nothing All Day Day'.

It's become one of the highlights of my mornings, looking to see what I'm supposed to be supporting, doing, or remembering. Yesterday I was appreciating Bats, but I'm still not quite sure how I was supposed to do this; maybe I should have consulted ChatGPT for a few hints.

p.s. This morning I see that it's 'World Heritage Day'; whatever that means!

Absolute Disgrace

 

'Public Enquiries' are mostly just 'Jobs for the Boys', with predictable outcomes. 

There has just been YET ANOTHER lengthy and unnecessary 'Enquiry' into the human failures that resulted in a nasty crime here in the UK; yet I have to agree with its findings.

As we all already knew, mistakes were made by almost everyone involved in this young man's life; most of which I shall ignore. 

Warnings about his mental state were persistent, and he was eventually sent to a 'Special School', where at least ONE PERSON warned of the really serious danger he posed.

The Headmistress of The Acorns School in Lancashire, Joanne Hodson, wrote soon after his arrival, that he was 'very high risk, and was devoid of any remorse'. She was instantly criticised by a clever woke mental health worker, Samantha Steed, who accused Ms Hodson of racially stereotyping the young man as 'A Black boy with a Knife'. Joanne Hodson was shocked by the obviously stupid allegation, and she said no more. She had been effectively SILENCED by the Woke Polit Bureau.

Samantha Steed was rightly criticised by Judge Sir Adrian Fulford, at the enquiry, for bringing racism into the case. I don't know what, if anything, he said about Ms Hodson. I expect she was exonerated.

As a result of do-gooding, and various other woke actions, the violent and sadistic Axel Rudakubana (above) was allowed to roam free, and stab and murder three little girls, Bebe, Elsie, and Alica, at their morning dance class in July of 2024. On his rampage, he also seriously injured 10 others.

This young man was so seriously deranged that he should have been locked away in a secure facility for people who present a real danger to society; not defended by wokies who wish to brand everyone who assessed him as 'racists'. WHY are there no longer such facilities for such dangerous children?

Ms Hodson did the RIGHT thing, and Ms Steed did the WRONG thing. The sorry result is there for all to see. My resumé of the inquiry is very simplistic for reasons of brevity, but in fact the behaviour of Ms Steed, and those behind her, was disgraceful. They must understand that not every time that people talk about the behaviour or mental health of black people, is it 'racist'; occasionally it's simply THE TRUTH. Ms Hodson never made any mention of his colour.

Unfortunately there is no reprisal against 'stupidity'. Three little girls died in a savage attack, yet, I presume that Ms Steed continues as a so-called mental health worker. The constant mollycoddling of Axel R by all and sundry, including his own parents, was possibly the greatest insult to the families of the three dead girls; sadly that will live with them forever. RIP.