Sunday, 22 May 2022

Online Weather.

This (below) is my online weather forecast page; you might possibly use the same service, or at least something very similar.

It tells me just about everything I need to know about the day's weather, as well as plenty of stuff I really don't need to know.

It tells me about the UV index, the hours of Sunrise and Sunset, the Dew point, Barometer readings, and all sorts of other things. 

But from my personal point of view, it misses-out on possibly the most important piece of advice; and that is WHAT TO WEAR.

Ever since I can remember I have been completely useless at equating clothing with weather. On hot days I will be sweltering under several layers of ice-breaking South pole insulated coats, and on cold days I venture out in shorts and T shirt. I simply get it wrong. Occasionally I ask advice from 'she who knows everything', but my question is usually greeted by some flippant comment about going outdoors to look for myself.

What I really need is this....

5C, light rain.... Raincoat, hat, umbrella, gloves, scarf, wet weather shoes.

32C, sunny.... Shorts, T shirt, espadrilles. 

Surely this wouldn't be too hard for them to set-up.

Saturday, 21 May 2022

Things; in no particular order.

Firstly I had a very pleasant surprise yesterday. I received a really lovely card from the mother of the girl who's bag I found a couple of days ago. Wasn't that nice of her; and totally unexpected.

At long last we've had some reasonably serious rain. We also had two nights of gentle thunder and lightning, and everything is looking refreshed. 

It is actually raining as I write, so I've donned my new Barbour and dinky matching rain hat, and ventured out down to Boots for my prescription. I'm pleased to say that the new Barbour was put to task, and is extremely efficient, which is more than I can say for Boots. If you are a shareholder of the USA Co that is buying Boots; sell now.

My oldest (Kimbo) is in Venice. He's having fun touring around Italy, it's his favourite country and he loves the food. He deserves a break; he works too hard.

Yesterday I picked-up my car from the 'garage'. They put a new clutch in for me, which took about four times as long as promised.

My mechanic in France, the wonderful Monsieur B, is one of those old fashioned types who seems to live in a permanent mess, but knows exactly where everything is. His workshop is about twice the size of the one below, but he never has more than two cars in it at any time.

What you can't see in the photo of my garage, below, was another four cars round to the left that were literally stuffed-in nose to tail, and being worked on. He was working on EIGHT cars. This guy seriously requires bigger premises.


Anyway, all is now done. The Compact Royce no longer makes clanking noises in first and reverse, and changing gear has become an altogether different experience.

The garage boss previously owned a home in France, and wanted to tell me all about it. I think of myself as a reasonably good listener, but I have my limits. He went on and on and on and on.......

Our heating engineer has just been to make sure our boiler is up to scratch. He says it is.

It's been an extremely busy couple of days.

Friday, 20 May 2022

Why are the Newspapers obsessed?


Even in our troubled times, there seem to be three subjects that, above all others, are grabbing the attention of our daily newspapers. Two of which are courtroom 'Dramas'.

Ex-lovebirds Johnny Depp and Amber Heard are at each others throats in the USA, and here in the UK the protagonists are a couple of WAGS (Footballer's Wives and Girlfriends) called Colleen Rooney and Rebekah Vardy.

Depp and Heard are simply an unpleasant pair of spoilt brats who are trying to say who hit who first, with one of them wanting lots on money. And in the UK it's a schoolgirl hair-pulling scrap about who revealed secrets to the press, with one of them wanting lots of money. I cannot tell you any details simply because I find these two courtroom fights as interesting as cold porridge.

What an example to the less privileged outside world. Film actors and footballer's wives spending millions just to prove some pathetic point, about which no-one is the slightest bit interested.

Need I tell you, but their third obsession are that tiresome couple Harry and Mrs Harry, who continue to behave like naughty children. Their main sponsors, Netflix, are apparently making a documentary series about them, filmed at their cottage in California. Yes, they really did quit Britain to avoid the limelight.

All I can say is thank goodness we have the more important members of our Royal Family still doing what they do best, here at home. They all work very hard, meeting, greeting, handing-out gongs, and showing their presence. Charles, William, their wives and a few others continue to do what we expect of them. They are non-political, forward thinking, often ridiculed, but well loved by the huge majority of Brits (and foreigners).

Depp, Heard, Vardy, Rooney, Sussex, and Sussex; are six people we could happily do without. 

Their Lawyers and the press, however, adore them.

Thursday, 19 May 2022

So, what happened yesterday?

I was expecting to pick-up my car from the garage yesterday morning, but it'll now be this morning instead (we'll see). She's having a new clutch, and they had to wait for the part to be delivered.

My oldest is in Bologna; no doubt eating lots of Tagliatelle Bolognese.

On returning from an early small shopping trip, I found a woman's bag just a few metres from our house. I took it home, and as I've done before, I immediately tried to locate the owner.  

Inside there was just about everything you really wouldn't want to lose. It contained her passport, her purse containing quite a lot of money, her phone, all her credit cards etc, and all the other paraphernalia that a young lady would carry around with her.

Luckily I found her mother's phone number in the back of her passport, and I called her in Norwich. Then between us we managed to trace the young lady, and eventually she herself traced her belongings by some 'locate my phone' app on her mobile. She knocked on my door about 20 mins after I'd found the bag. It hadn't been stolen; possibly just lost due to over indulgence. 

She was a very nice young lady, and was delighted to be reunited with all her stuff. Luckily she hadn't started to cancel all her cards. She told me that she believed people in Brighton were honest; I'm not too sure that they all are!

Another lovely hot day, with a BBQ in the evening. Never a dull moment.

Wednesday, 18 May 2022


How life has changed over in France. This photo represents perfectly how things used to be.

I don't recall the occasion of this photo, but I expect it was taken on the evening of a Grape Harvest. Once the grapes were pressed, and the juice poured into the huge oak vats, we would all gather for a 'thank you meal' with the farmer involved. We later moved from farm to farm to do the same.

Monsieur and Madame D (lower left) were our next door neighbours. She was a wonderful cook, and would serve delicious eight or nine course meals at the drop of a hat. Most of what she served had been produced on the farm, including the previous year's wine.

Sadly this way of life has now gone (along with M and Mme D). Their daughter and son-in-law now farm the land, and things couldn't be more different.

There are no longer any vines, no chickens, no ducks, and no pigs. They still grow plenty of fruit and vegs, but the EU has changed just about everything else. This particular family still have a very small herd of beef cattle, but they are the only family nearby that does; and I can't see it lasting.

People were happy. They worked hard, and took pride in what they did. Their lives were ruled by tradition, and that tradition has now faded. No longer do farmers wives produce their own foie gras, confit, and paté; all that is confined to history. And now that farmers spend a much more leisurely existence, their children leave for the big cities. No doubt the farms will eventually be sold to Dutch horse owners. I can't see them being farmed any more (not for a while anyway). 

It was such a lovely way of life. People worked hard, but they enjoyed what they were doing. So much has changed during the past 48 years that we spent in France. A life-style that will never now return.

Tuesday, 17 May 2022

Scottish tour guide of St Andrews University.

It's exam time in the UK, so I imagine students (pupils) are presently trying to decide which wonderful University to attend; providing of course that they pass enough A Levels (which they all will).

Here is a breakdown of St Andrews University (Scotland), for those who wish to head North.

I don't know who she is, but I really like this wee lassie (Scots for 'young lady').

Monday, 16 May 2022

How to travel in the UK.

The man above is called James Jelly, and he's a football fan.

He wishes to attend a match in London featuring his own team of Sunderland who will be playing against Wycombe Wonderers, in some minor cup final. I hope I've got that right.

James looked at the rail fare and found it to be £260; an inordinate sum. So he looked elsewhere and found that he could fly to Menorca with Ryanair for £12.50, then back to Stansted (London) for £10.50, making a total of £23. A saving of £237. 

Whoever said that 'the world's gone mad' was absolutely right.

Who is Lee Anderson, and why do people hate him?

Anderson is a British MP. He was a lifelong Socialist, but switched to the Tories about 4 years ago. Why he is hated is not uncommon these days in the UK; he dared to tell the truth!

He has an interesting history. His father was a coal miner, as was he. He was a Labour councillor for many years, and has worked with the homeless. In other words he knows a bit about life. He's not your average Eton Oxford titled toff which is how The Left like to brand all Tory politicians. He's a 'man of the people' who knows where people's interests lie.

One of his favourite causes is a Food Bank in his Ashfield constituency, which, as well as distributing food, teaches people to prepare very cheap and nutritious meals for their families. He recently claimed that people could prepare good meals for 30p, and of course the 'poverty police' went bananas, and called him every nasty name known to mankind.

His claim is that it's all about education, not unlike the 'give a man a fish and he'll eat for a day, but teach him to catch fish and he'll eat for ever'. And, of course, he's absolutely right. To make your own Pizza at home might cost anything from £1 for four people, but to buy it through a moped delivery service will cost from £15 upwards.  

I suspect that many of the woke dungaree wearing 'poverty police' want 'poverty' to continue. It not only supplies them with well paid social service jobs, but it also serves a good political purpose. To suggest that people could educate themselves out of poverty is obviously going to annoy the hell out of them.

There will always be people who cannot manage their finances, and I hope there will always be those who try to help them, but for heaven's sake lets not shoot the messenger.


Sunday, 15 May 2022

Haddock's Mark 2.

Haddock's is no longer a veg' garden, it has now become a mowed orchard and fun area. I hope to build a vine covered Pergola there this Summer, and install a decent BBQ.

Meanwhile back in the UK, I still intend to grow Tomatoes. Haddock's 2 is already in place (below), and all the digging and composting completed. I have bought four 'Tumbler' Tomato plants, and with any luck we'll have some Tomatoes later in the year.

My aim is to grow the Toms whilst we're away, and reap the harvest when we return. What could be simpler?

Whether or not that will happen remains to be seen. I think it might depend on the amount of rain-water the plants receive, but I'm anticipating kilos and kilos of wonderful tasty Tomatoes. Knowing what an amazingly dry and mild Winter we've had, I'm anticipating a wet Summer, which would be fine for my plants, if not for tanning on the beach.

Our fingers are collectively crossed! Watch this space.

Saturday, 14 May 2022

The Thunder Box.

The ongoing saga of John's loo got me thinking. The house where I grew-up in Surrey had an outdoor loo, but it was specially built for the gardener. My father had designed the house, which was built in around 1953. He thought of everything.

Our present home also has an outside loo (below), but with the size of garden we have, it certainly wasn't built for a gardener.

Personally I would do away with the loo and hand basin and make the little room into a larder, with fridge/freezer, etc, but I am over-ruled.

So, instead of being a practical room that would answer some of our space problems, it remains unused, and filled with junk. It doesn't look too bad at the moment because Lady M has been de-cluttering, but usually it is filled with all sorts of rubbish.

The outside loo is almost a thing of the past. Maybe David Beckham or Wayne Rooney would still have one (or more) for their army of 'ground staff', but otherwise they have little use.

It wasn't so long ago that the outside 'privy' was the only loo in the home; luckily those days are now long gone.

Friday, 13 May 2022

The Death of a Dog.

After having written recently about Dog names, I remembered that I'd written this 'poem' about a month after our Dog 'Bok' (below) died. 

You looked at me with an unusual expression in your eyes,

eyes that said your time had come.

You could no longer run or play with friends

now you just sleep; the joy of life has gone.

We stayed close for your last few days

I stroked your loving face and kept you company

Until there was no more use for the word goodbye.

Your new home is now of earth, amongst your favourite toys and games,

and old friends by your side.

I tend your plot with wetted eyes, and 

spend my hours alone.

The good times have gone, but everywhere we used to walk

your spirit remains.

I miss you more than words can say.

(Jan 2019.)

I still miss him.

Streets of Philadelphia, Kensington Avenue.

I expect most of us have seen these videos, or ones similar to them. You don't need to watch all of it.

It doesn't matter where or when they were taken, such scenes are to be found all over. I don't know exactly what makes these folk act like zombies, but I believe it's usually either Fentanyl or Crack Cocaine.

Fentanyl, like Cocaine or Heroin, is an expensive habit, which can cost the user anywhere between $500 and $1,500 per week (I could only find USA figures). Quite where the money comes from is anyone's guess.

I find looking at these images extremely upsetting. I also find it quite bizarre that no-one seems to care about them. They are simply left to their own devices; in their own mess. They have been abandoned.

Most of us will have, at some time or other, experienced some form of drug; whether it be Hashish, Alcohol, Tobacco, etc; but most of us can't be bothered with it, and stop. Personally I've never been interested in illegal drugs; preferring Beer or Wine to anything bought on a street corner. I also prefer to be in control of my faculties at all times.

But here is the problem. These drug users take their fix specifically to be out-of-control of their faculties. To block out whatever pain life has offered them, and live in a world of fantasy.

I believe that most of the world's Fentanyl comes from China. New synthetic opioids are being created almost daily and shipped to the USA and elsewhere in vast quantities. One figure I read said that there are an average of 37,000 deaths annually from such drugs in the USA alone. By the time I post the above, no doubt some of those in the video will have joined the statistics.

The dealers/manufacturers get rich, whilst the users get sick and die.

Thursday, 12 May 2022

HM The Queen.

Her Majesty is much in the news these days as we prepare to celebrate her 70th year on the throne.

Here she is at my old school, with the then Headmaster Hubert Ward, celebrating its 1,000th anniversary. The magazine is dated 1974, but our Millennial year was actually in 1970; the school having been 'officially' founded in 970. Maybe they used the photo again for the 1974 magazine, but I can't think why.

I wasn't there (I left in '64), but everyone said how wonderfully happy she'd looked. I think you can see it in the photo.

H M The Queen is now 96, and her age is sadly preventing her from attending too many regular duties; she even missed Tuesday's State Opening of Parliament.

Hers is a remarkable record, and one of which we should all be extremely proud. It's just a shame that certain younger members of her family are incapable of behaving themselves; especially their unruly wives. 

Gawd bless yer M'aam.

Wednesday, 11 May 2022

New Pavement

I'm afraid this photo isn't very clear, but I hope you get the idea.

Yesterday our 'People's Republic of Brighton Council' decided that the pavements on both sides of the road, just behind our house, should be lowered to road level in order to make life easier for Mums with pushchairs and the disabled in wheelchairs. 

It used to be said that the likes of Mr Sainsbury, and Messrs Marks and Spencer, would stand on the street to watch where people crossed the road. When they had pinpointed where people mostly crossed, they would then build their stores. Sounds sensible to me.

I think I can honestly say that I've never seen anyone cross the road where these two lowered pavements are. Nor have I seen anyone struggling to cross with a pushchair. People who continue round to the left stay on the left hand side of the road, and those who head downhill to the right do the same. There is absolutely no reason to cross where this new crossing has been positioned.

One really wonders who makes the decisions for such projects. I'm sure some dungaree wearing, green party, feminist, do-gooder, will be feeling very proud of herself for having won some non-existent battle on behalf of the local yummy-mummies, but as far as everyone else is concerned it's a total waste of money. Just a few yards up the road there are potholes that have been waiting for years to be filled (below), but the 'crossing' apparently had priority. 

It's great spending money when it's not your own.

Bons vivants Corses (2) - Gueuleton

Vegetarians may prefer to look away.

Vincent and Arthur are on the second phase of their visit to Corsica; the perfectly named 'Island of Beauty'.

Beautiful landscape, meat, wine, singing, cigars, more meat, and even more meat. However, my favourite Corsican speciality, Figatelli (a dried Pork sausage with about 35% liver), doesn't get a mention. Maybe it was lauded in Part 1; I think it was. If this short video is anything to go by, Corsica is surely worth a visit.

Tuesday, 10 May 2022

Russian TV threatens 'UK's nuclear annihilation.

Yesterday (May 9th) was Russia's 'Victory Day', when they quite rightly celebrated defeating Hitler in WW2. As such, one might have thought that they would despise invading armies (apart from their own, I suppose).

Watching this video below, you'd think that it was the English who were the bastards in their sordid war against Ukraine.

No it's you, you bunch of disgusting Russian tyrants. All England is doing is helping Ukraine against your vile troops who are murdering, raping, and torturing that nation's innocent citizens who simply wish to be left alone; and you have the bloody cheek to talk about us as if we're the baddies. Idiot.

I don't know who this person is on Russian TV, but his blustering 'hot air' frightens no-one. 

Monday, 9 May 2022

Another Sunday, and more 'Seen in Brighton'


Another selection of pictures from our Sunday morning walk on the beach and prom'.

Firstly the BBC (Brighton Boules Club)

Classic Deck Chairs (lots of people were swimming yesterday)

A few Hobie Cats being readied for a morning's racing 

The obligatory Buckets-n-Spades

Ice Cream for Dogs.

Some of those whirly things for kids in prams.

And finally, who can resist a Mr Whippy. Yup; they're still around.

Sunday, 8 May 2022

Dogs names, et alia.


Our Lab' of recent times was named Montague-Macbeth Magnon; but known to all as Monty. Our Border Collie/Black Lab' cross was called Bok, although I think we'd misheard 'Pok' from the previous owners.

Our present ball of mischief is called Billy, regardless of him having originally been given the very silly name of Badger. I'm not sure who gave him this name but he had to be registered quickly, and somehow the name Badger slipped through. It still says Badger on his papers, passport, etc, but I soon changed it to a much more acceptable Billy. 

Of course to a dog his name simply means 'come here'. All dogs hear their names as meaning 'come here'; whether they take any notice of it is another matter.

I had an eccentric Aunt who had a series of Westies that were all called Rover. My own family had a series of unfortunate Cats that were either called Blackie if they were black, or Tiddles if they weren't. There seemed no point in changing anything. 

Recently we had three Hens, and we asked the (then very young) grandchildren to name them; they called them all Richard. So we had three Hens named Richard.

I don't suppose Dogs really mind what names we give them, as they only mean 'come here' to them anyway, but I do pity Dogs who are expected to answer to Twickywickyboo or Princess Koochy-Eyes. It can do nothing for their self-esteem.

The only Dogs I avoid are those called Tyson, Thunder, or I'll tear your throat out (pronounced 'I-frowowt'. They are given such names to reflect their reputations. Those reputations tell me to keep clear.

Preferably Dogs names should be of one or two syllables only. Long names are pointless. A short sharp name is far more likely to get the 'come here' response we desire, rather than some silly name that the poor thing might pretend has nothing to do with them at all.

My two illustrations have nothing to do with Dogs names, but I thought you might like their shameless sentimentality.

Saturday, 7 May 2022

Bertrand Russell - Message To Future Generations (1959)

The great Bertrand Russel giving some wise advice from 60 years ago. 

Friday, 6 May 2022

A walk in the Park.

I've been taking my morning dog walks much earlier than usual recently. With it being light so much earlier, and with our exceptionally warm weather, it's allowed us to head off at 6.30am, and we often have the luxury of the Peace Garden to ourselves.

Early mornings in the gardens are beautiful. The birds are singing, the air is fresh and filled with ozone, and if we do meet other dog walkers, they are always chatty and pleasant.

Here are a few photos from yesterday, starting with some old codger and his scruffy mutt.

That's it; walk over. 

Thursday, 5 May 2022

Yet more 'Seen in Brighton'.

This heavily flowering Apple tree is right outside our front door. I predict a good crop this Autumn. There is a second Apple tree just to the right which is equally full of flowers.

Amusingly painted bus.

Not so well painted bike lane sign, maybe it was his 'first'. I love these signs, even when the wheels are wonky.

I hope you can see 'Charlie'. As I ate my breakfast, he was standing on top of the nearby Primary School, surveying his realm.

A recent meal. Chicken, red Peppers, Lettuce. Yum.

Memorial bench for Brighton's own Theatre Critic Jack Tinker, in the nearby 'Peace Gardens'.

That's it.

Wednesday, 4 May 2022

On the Move.

My lovely grandson Boo Boo is on the move again. During his 8 years he has lived in Oz, Sweden, France, Mexico, Miami, Cayman, Hawaii, and now he's just arrived in fabulous Nassau Bahamas.

Here he is flying the plane (with a little help). We think he might be spending a month there, then eventually going back to his native Oz, where he's already been enrolled at a nice school in Gold Coast for the coming academic year.

What a well travelled young man; and still as lovely as ever. We speak quite often, and he's really charming, intelligent, and polite. I can't wait to see him again.

He may not have settled, but his travels have served him well.


Pavement Flars.

My MP is the fragrant Green Party leader Caroline Lucas. 

Her beloved party runs Brighton and Hove Council, and they are responsible for banning the use of weed-killers along our pavements, etc.

As a result the city is awash with weeds. Anywhere a weed will grow; it will and does!

However, on the plus side it does mean we have all sorts of things growing where they normally wouldn't. Here are a few that I spotted yesterday on nearby pavements.

Never a dull footstep.

Tuesday, 3 May 2022

To Jacob Rees-Mogg.


Dear Jacob (as in Rees-Mogg; minister for Brexit)

I have a cunning plan. Why not take the lead and return unilaterally to how things were for travelling EU members prior to Brexit. 

Open the UK borders, allow EU citizens to stay for as long as they like, and even allow their pets to step on British soil without all those nonsensical forms and unnecessary jabs they presently require. If they are EU Schengen area nationals; let them roam.

Now that Portugal has fast-tracked British holidaymakers (a clever ploy to get those UK holiday £'s into Portuguese pockets), if the UK was to show a similarly liberal attitude towards workers and holidaymakers coming from mainland Europe, it could only lead to Brussels eventually doing the same, and we could all return to the good-ole-easy-travel-days of The Common Market. Relaxing the regulations could only bring more Euros into Britain; which can't be a bad thing.

If Brussels DIDN'T follow suit, it would only show them to be the pompous, 'foot-stamping', hypocritical, angry people that they are!

As I'm sure you are aware, those of us who own homes on mainland Europe are no longer allowed to live in those homes for more than 3 months at a time (unless we buy an extension visa, or become foreign residents), but we still have to pay all the annual expenses; plus extra gardening costs to look after our gardens orchards, etc. I have owned homes in France for nearly 50 years, and this is not what I expected of Brexit. 

I'm certainly NOT prepared to become one of Macron's Citoyens; although it must be said that many ex-pats seem to have little allegiance to Britain (or have homes in the UK), and would sign away their souls for their love of Brussels.

Please note, Jacob, that although we agreed with much of the Brexit reasoning, we both voted against for very obvious personal reasons. 

In general, Brexit has been very good for the UK, our economy is outdoing that of the EU and most of the G7. But on a human level it has made things very difficult for movement across The Channel. You, Jacob, have the opportunity to unilaterally change all that; and in doing so, to force the hands of those big-wigs in Brussels. 

Act now; return THEIR FREEDOM, and maybe ours would soon follow suit. 

Many thanks in advance; Cro. 

Monday, 2 May 2022


Below is a photo of Brighton's ailing Imperial Arcade.

Such arcades are not uncommon in the UK; London's Burlington Arcade perhaps being the most famous.

I can remember this one as a bustling row of shops, with a wonderful bakery (Forfars) being at its hub.

Now for some bizarre reason most of the shops are closed and it stinks of piss and Pigeon shit. 

Built in the mid 20's, the arcade connects the road down from St Nicholas Church to the city's main shopping area; Churchill Square and Western Road. It should be filled with small exclusive shops, attracting discerning buyers; instead it's a filthy alley that one would rather avoid. It is locked at night at both ends, so perfect for Vuitton, Hermes, Cartier, Rolex, etc.

I don't know who owns it, but I do wish they'd do something about it. It's become an eyesore, and only brings shame to an otherwise very nice area.  

On the left are the backs of a bank and a mobile phone shop, and on the right there is now just one coffee shop and a bureau de change. It desperately needs a revamp.

Sunday, 1 May 2022

Poor Sound.

My 5 year old laptop recently failed, so I was obliged to rush out and find a replacement.

I didn't want to spend too much, so purchased a reasonably priced ASUS SonicMaster from PC World.

The ASUS does everything I want, but its one real fault is the sound. It is far too quiet, and there is no way to remedy this other than to buy an auxiliary add-on speaker.

I searched through Amazon, and plumped for this small NUBWO A2pro. It's a neat little object, and my sound quality has certainly improved. As it is a Bluetooth device it also means it's transportable, so I can listen to pleasant French accordion music whilst grilling a few Frogs Legs on the BBQ. 

With VAT, delivery etc, it was a tad under £18; so no financial hardship involved. It has a 4 hour playing time, and takes about 2 hours to re-charge. It's easy to set-up and use, and does what's asked of it.

Cro rating: Good value for money. 7/10


Saturday, 30 April 2022

Road signs, rules, and regulations.


I wonder if any UK council has ever considered removing every road sign, abandoning parking restrictions, and painting over all the yellow lines? 

For a month or two, just let the motorists, cyclists, pedestrians, etc, look after themselves and use their own common sense.

Of course there would be arguments when Mr Jones parks in front of Mrs Smith's garage, but these things can be sorted-out quite quickly.

However, as in certain parts of Italy where traffic regulations are seen as being 'advisory' only, things would probably continue quite happily. It would be fun to see.

Friday, 29 April 2022

The Propaganda Race.

In the propaganda race, there is no question that Labour are winning! For some bizarre reason the Tories don't seem to have an equivalent propaganda department in order to have a poke at the left.

Take the recent bit of nonsense in the UK. Starmer (the leader of the Left) has been going on and on about Boris and his garden meeting with cabinet colleagues (below), for weeks if not months. It was as if it was the only thing that mattered in the UK. Bugger Covid, Ukraine, or the nation's Employment figures, it was Boris's outdoor meeting that's got his goat. I suppose he imagined that as the leader of one of the world's most powerful nations, he should simply have gone to ground, and done nothing until the Covid panic was over.

No, Sir Keir, you fail to understand that the wheels continue to turn and the country needs to be under constant control and guidance. That isn't done by isolating yourself; even if you'd advised others to do so. Sadly you will never really get to understand that as you have little chance of ever becoming PM. 

But of course, as we all know, Starmer himself was no stranger to parties during the period of lockdown, and rather than holding well distanced meetings outdoors in the fresh air (as did Boris), he held them in tiny enclosed rooms in Durham. He here is (below) swigging beer from a bottle with his chums.

Why the Tories did not press for him to be fined (as was Boris), I have no idea. We can only imagine that the Tories have better, and more urgent, things to do, than fussing about such trivialities. However, I don't think that Starmer is out of the woods quite yet! A similar fine for him and his chums would at least make the whole affair a bit more balanced.

Why there should be one rule for Labour, and another for The Tories; Starmer has yet to explain. 


Thursday, 28 April 2022

Just a thought.

Putin has always claimed that his reason for invading Ukraine was to 'De-Militarise, and De-Nazify'.

Can anyone explain to me (especially if you are a Russian Putin supporter) how slaughtering women, children, and non-combatants, is supposed to achieve this?

To 'De-Militarise' you would need to exclusively attack military targets. And to 'De-Nazify' you would need to seek-out those Nazis. In which case attempting to totally destroy all buildings, infrastructure, and essential services, has nothing to do with either of Putin's aims, and becomes just pointless destruction. 

So, how's he getting on? Well, the world is pouring new hard-core military kit into Ukraine; which is being used very successfully against him, and as far as the de-Nazifying is going; I'm not too sure if there were any Nazis there in the first place. Such childish claims do Putin no favours whatsoever.

If his is simply an expansionist policy, then why not say so. Why not also tell the Russian people how many of their sons have lost their lives. Why not also let the world's press/media tell the truth about what's going on in Ukraine?

If he has something to hide, or if he is ashamed of his invasion; then he should stop it AT ONCE.

And, oh dear oh dear..... now we see that the effing idiot is threatening to bomb the UK. Maybe we need de-Militarising and de-Nazifying as well. What a plonker!

Wednesday, 27 April 2022

More 'Seen in Brighton'.

Yesterday was another beautiful day, so we took Billy for a pre-lunch walk down to the beach.

The old West Pier, now no more than a skeleton. An upcoming talk at our nearby church. A novelty Dustman. The Bandstand. And finally an upside-down house on the prom'.

We had a coffee at a beach Café. I asked a swimmer what the water temperature was. He said it was 11 C, and lovely; he also said the water was beautifully clear. Hmm!

Always something to photograph.

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