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.

Duck à l'Orange

I visited Aldi to buy more of their delicious Lamb Shanks, but they had sold-out of the 'wine sauce' ones; then I spotted THIS (below).

Having been around when 'Duck à l'Orange' became fashionable in UK bistros (in the trendy 1960's), I was pleasantly surprised to see these in the same freezer compartment as the Lamb. I put my confidence in Aldi, and presumed that they would be as good as the Lamb Shanks. They are from the same producer.

The two pieces of Duck come in the same pouch, surrounded by fat; in fact they look very much like the vacuum packed Confit de Canard that we often buy in France. The Orange sauce comes in a separate sachet that is added half way through cooking. I found it all slightly suspect looking.

Again I put a few spuds in the oven to roast, then put the Duck in separately a while later to complete an hour's total cooking time.

This (below) was the result. The Duck itself was excellent and just £2.99 for the TWO Duck Legs. The next time I buy them I shall serve them as a Chinese style dish, with Rice and Beansprouts maybe. As pleasant as they are, roast potatoes are not right.

People moan about everything being so expensive these days, but at just £1.50 per person for a very pleasant meal; it's almost daylight robbery. I shall certainly be keeping a few packets of these in the freezer from now on; although I shall not follow their instructions.

Whatever will I discover next?..... Any suggestions gratefully received.

Verdict: 8/10. They need some 'culinary imagination'.

 

Keys

 

How many keys do you carry around with you?

Personally I dare not leave the house without my bunch of SIX keys. 

The front door has two locks, so two keys. At the back there is a locked 'garden gate' and a lock on the back door, so two more. Then there's the garage door, and a private gate that allows me to get from the front to the back of the house without going through the middle.

On a separate fob is the final key, for Debbi; The Compact Royce. But that I only take with me when I'm driving; obviously!

Keys are an essential annoyance. There is nothing worse than losing them, or realising that you've left them at home. 

I have on ONE occasion only, left the car's key inside the car, and locked myself out. So annoying!

I would prefer to have a 'word-of-mouth' system, where I just say "Open Sesame" and the magic would happen. But I may have to wait a while.

Meanwhile I have a set of bulky keys in my pocket every time I go out.

At The Dentist's.

 

A Yorkshireman goes to see his Dentist to ask about the price of a tooth extraction.

"With full anesthetic, and excellent after-care, it would cost about £400" said the Dentist.

"Haven't you something cheaper?" asks the man "I'm an OAP and I don't have a lot of money".

"Well, we could do it for about £150 without the anesthetic, just with a few Aspirins and an ice pack", he replied.  

"That's still a bit too much" said the old man "Don't you have a special OAP rate?"

"OK" said the Dentist "For £13 I could do it with a hammer and chisel, no pain relief, and just a piece of cotton wool to soak-up the flow of blood"

"That sounds fine" said the Yorkshireman "I'd like to book my wife in for next week!". 

For Sale.

I've mentioned before that I've had more work stolen than I have actually sold. So, I was pleased to be sent the below. 

As a lowly painter, one can but dream of riches and reputation. But this is limited to a select few.

Even if one sells something just 'every so often', one can feel rewarded, but when one sells a major work, it's pure elation. 

OK, I may be one of the world's most famous, and highly-collected British artists, but I still have to pay for my private jet, my tailor's bill in Jermyn Street, my grocery account at Harrods, and my permanently booked suite at The Savoy. And all that requires MONEY!

£150,000 divided by 60 years as a professional painter equals an income of £250 per annum.

Sotheby's have promised to send the cheque a.s.a.p. 

I'm still waiting.......

 

One law for us; another for them.

I have personal experience of 'travelers' illegally occupying land.

When I was briefly living in Shropshire during the early 80's, we had a large orchard which had a gate at the very far end, leading to a little used lane that served a tiny village. 

One day, I noticed that the small field opposite the gate had been occupied by a 'traveler', with all that that entailed (rubbish, old cars, scrap metal, etc). I asked the 'huge' man if he had planning permission to install his caravan on the site, and was treated to a tirade of extremely nasty language and very serious threats. I retreated pronto!!!

That same evening in the Pub, I was told that I was lucky to have got out alive. Everyone said that I was CRAZY even talking to him.

It's a strange side of UK life that certain groups of people acting illegally are left in peace, whereas a single (non-traveler) person doing the same thing would be arrested at once. I suppose it's easier for the police to avoid the type of confrontation that I experienced back in Shropshire.

There are plenty of Council designated sites where they can stop for a while, but taking over, or buying, fields, laying down an acre of tarmac, and inviting dozens of others to live there, is not acceptable. But, this type of behaviour has become very common recently throughout England.

Very occasionally the Police will turn-up, but they (like me) will be threatened, and they soon retreat. Action is rarely taken.

I see that over Easter they've been at it again. Just when everyone's relaxing, they've Tarmacked over a few more acres in Tundridge in Kent, and in Flamstead in Herts (above), and moved in! Amazingly a few 'locals' in Kent were actually arrested for trying to block their access. 

Some others have even moved onto a Green Open Space, here in Brighton.

Try parking your caravan on the seafront in Brighton, and start-up a scrap metal business, and see what happens!!! Need I tell you?

Hinge and Bracket

The UK is known for its eccentricities, and amongst our 'musical' offerings were the duo 'Hinge & Bracket'.

Born from the same mould as Flanders & Swann (two men, one piano), the singing duo of Hinge & Bracket were 'National Treasures'.

Dr Evadne Hinge (George Logan), and Dame Hilda Bracket (Patrick Fyffe), performed songs from a previous, more sedate era, wearing their Victorian/Edwardian dresses, and singing in quasi-Soprano voices. They were essentially a Music Hall act, who also found fame on TV.

The song 'This is my Lovely Day', originally by Lizbeth Webb, is from the 1947 West End musical 'Bless the Bride'. A classic for H & B, that demonstrates their style and appeal perfectly.

Fyffe died in 2002, and Logan in 2023. RIP both.