Take a Deep Breath

I don't want you to have a Heart Attack, so do take a few deep breaths, and try to relax, before continuing to read this.

It has just been revealed (leaked) that our own dear British Government is buying Hijabs to give to female illegal immigrants. Yes, you really did read that correctly. They do actually have a 'Hijab Fund' ready and waiting for the needy.

In response to serious questioning, The Home Office has declared that it has a 'Legal Duty to provide them', and are doing so at the rate of about 160 Hijabs a month.

Well, I for one want to know the name of the man at The Home Office who drew-up this legislation. What on earth was he bloody thinking; he must be SACKED AT ONCE, and the legislation repealed.

Possibly the most commonly hated symbol of female subservience, other than the Burka, is actually being encouraged by the British tax payer. It is simply unbelievable.

There may not be a lot of money involved, but if the government seriously wish to make savings (and they really need to!), they can start by stopping this disgusting practice. Even £1 spent on these headscarves is too much; surely these people could buy their own if they have to. Look after the pennies, and the pounds will look after themselves!!!

If these illegal economic migrants can afford to pay £1,300 for a boat trip, they can surely afford the price of a cheap scarf. Next our government will be buying knives and bombs for Jihadis.

You can get up off the floor now! No, it wasn't a bad dream....it really is TRUE.

 

A Seasonal Dish, but the 'Lazy Way'

For some bizarre reason I woke at 6 am on Sunday morning, rather than my usual 5 am. A whole hour of my life had gone by without my knowledge, or my permission.

I had gone to bed the previous night in the knowledge that I would have a Cepe Omelette for my breakfast, but a whole hour of relaxed gastronomy had been rudely taken from me.

                                        

 

After we left France on September 3rd, I'd heard (and had seen on Facebook) that there had been a bumper harvest of Cepes (Boletus Edulis) in the woods around our home. For the whole three months we were there this year we hadn't eaten a single wild mushroom; and it pained me!

As I think I'd mentioned previously, I'd feared that we wouldn't have mushrooms, and I'd bought several tins of Laguilhon 'Cepes preserved in oil' just in case. They are certainly the next best thing to fresh; but expensive. There was 'half a tin' in the fridge left-over from a meal the previous day.

However, as I'd had less time to indulge my fantasies, I took a short-cut, and rather than prepare an Omelette, I had 'Cepes with Fried Eggs' instead; something I had never done before.

So, let me tell you dear reader that my breakfast was just as good in its de-constructed state, as it would have been as an omelette. In fact I did think that when I open another tin, I will do the same again; I almost preferred it. This may sound like a Péché to all Frenchmen, but I can assure them that the spirit of gastronomy has not suffered by my laziness.

This (above) was the Cepe market in my nearby village a couple of weeks after we'd returned to Blighty. The anxious buyers are all behind the barriers, waiting for the bell to ring to signal the market open.

So, should we change the period of our stay to include September rather than June? It would mean less swimming, but more Cepes. We could even go mid-June, and stay until mid-September in the hope that we'd have a crop of Cepes before leaving. But then again there are the Chestnuts which start falling towards the end of September. It's all a gamble.

By the way, my 'Cepes with Fried Eggs' were totally delicious.

 

Public Artwork

 

I recently read an article about the UK's most disliked public statues and monuments.

Some were predictable, such as the comical black lady on the Fourth Plinth in Trafalgar Square, others were more surprising. Many of the amateur incongruous-looking 'modern' sculptures were rightly given the thumbs down. But others were more puzzling.

Amongst the most disliked was Darlington's giant 'Brick Train' by Scottish Artist David Mach. 

Personally I like it. It represents a Mallard class locomotive with smoke billowing from its chimney. Built entirely of bricks, it is an imposing structure.

Why would anyone not like it, what's not to like?

Revolting French Youths

French 'children' are very easily upset. If something doesn't suit their mood, they'll take to the streets, and as usual they'll burn cars, smash windows, and throw lumps at the Gendarmes.

Extreme right-winger Marine le Pen says it's all the fault of uncontrolled immigration, whilst the extreme left-wing Mayor of St Denis in Paris, M Bally Bagayoko, said 'Violence can be legitimate'. It's all become rather 'political and racist'.

At the last count 2,000 high school pupils aged between 12 and 17 had been arrested, but there will be more. These people, mostly of North African origin, have been burning-down their schools, and even attacking their teachers; some teachers had petrol poured over them; others were punched and kicked. One female teacher even had a small 'flame thrower' aimed at her face.  This unpleasant bunch above are from Toulouse, but the riots are across the whole of France. More than 65 teachers have been injured.

I'm not quite sure exactly what they want, but it certainly has nothing to do with 'education' (otherwise they wouldn't be burning-down their own schools). They claim that money which should be going to upgrade their lawless sink-estate ghettos, is being spent elsewhere.  They want to bring normal society to a standstill, to occupy the streets, and to take control. They all hate 'French authority', and if this attitude isn't nipped in the bud very soon, it could quite possibly become another 1968 uprising.

I've mentioned a few times previously that my love-affair with France is waning. They are seeing many of the same problems that we see in the UK, in Germany, Sweden, and elsewhere. And unless something is done about it, it will only get worse.

I can remember a few years ago in France, driving around a roundabout that was swarming with nasty looking masked protesters. They held signs saying 'Hoot if you support us', so having seen the non-hooters being pelted with stones; I hooted. I had no idea what they were protesting about, but my windscreen survived.

 Ain't life grand!

OVERCROWDING!!!

 

Lock your garden sheds, tie down anything of value, hide the car keys, bolt both front and back doors of your home, don't use you mobile phone in public, and always look behind you to see if you're being followed.

Yes, it's come around very quickly. Labour's wonderful idea of letting dangerous criminals out of prison early is here; and 700 of the darlings were released yesterday.

The misguided thinking behind this move is to 'release prison space' for others. So, lets have a simple poll to see who agrees with them.

To cope with the UK's huge amount of criminals, should we....

A. Let our dangerous prisoners out early?

B. Build more prisons?

C. Use some of the space in all the unused prisons around the country (list below).

I know where I stand on this, but what do YOU think? I don't think there's any question that crime will increase with another 700 criminals on the streets; even the Minister in charge of Prisons has predicted that! So do we simply have to be prepared, keep a loaded gun by our beds, buy a Pit Bull, install CCTV and noisy alarms; or just accept that fact that there are far more criminals out on the streets, and just let them get on with it.

N.B. Just as a matter of interest, these (below) are just some of the empty prisons in the UK. OK, the cells may not have four-poster-beds, internet, and all-mod-cons, but with a few extra keys they would keep the criminals safely locked-up. 

Dartmoor isn't mentioned, but it recently held about the same number of  prisoners as have recently been released

HM Prison Ashwell B, Belle Vue Gaol, HM Prison Blundeston, Bocardo Prison,Buckingham Old Gaol, HM Prison Bullwood Hall, HM Prison Camp Hill, HM Prison Canterbury, Carlisle Citadel, Dalton Castle Cumbria, Derby Gaol, Devizes County House of Corrections, HM Prison Dorchester, Everton Lock-Up, HM Prison Finnamore Wood, HM Prison Gloucester, Halton Castle, Hexham Old Gaol, HM Prison Lancaster, HM Prison Northeye, HM Prison Oxford, etc, etc. 

Plus dozens of others that I can't be bothered to mention, but you can look them all up on 'Defunct prisons in the United Kingdom Prisons in England'

I despair (yet again)

 

I see that a new 'Rainbow Alliance' by the UK's three left-wing parties; Labour, Lib-Dems, and The Greens, are working together to undermine the ruling of the EHRC (Equality and Human Rights Commission), to erode the principle of single sex spaces, and to ignore the legitimate concerns of women.

It seems that it is now only the Tories who stand-up for women's rights in the UK.

This is yet another classic example of political parties totally ignoring the wishes of the electorate in favour of loud-mouthed minority pressure groups.

As a 'middle-of-the-road' thinker, I find the whole business of men dressing as women in order the gain access to women-only areas inherently wrong. I have nothing against men dressing as women; here in Brighton it's a part of every day life. We respect peoples differences probably more than any other UK town, but it is plainly obvious to the majority that biological men should not use women's loos or changing areas. Nor should they take part in women's sports.

However, there is a left wing plot afoot to change the EHRC's rulings, and pander to the highly vocal 'trans' lobby.

I might be in the minority here, but I see this as further erosion of the decency and high standards that I was raised with. Once we break-down the differences between male and female, we really haven't much more to destroy.

I'm not throwing in the towel quite yet, but if these people have their way, I shall raise my white flag and eat all the hats I can find.

Women of Britain (and the world); you have my support!

I'm rich.

I don't really believe in 'luck' as such, but I'm always prepared to change my mind.

So, imagine my 'luck' when I found this £Million Note lying on the ground in the twitten behind our garages.

This is the second one I've found; the first being back in April of 2025. 

Unfortunately (as with the first one) it tells me that if I've ever lied, stolen anything, lusted, or used god's name in vain (even once), I won't be allowed into heaven.

Well, I'm guilty of three of them (I don't steal), so I'm destined for what they call 'god's prison' (hell).

I have no idea who is behind this scam. They are obviously an evil bunch, giving us hope one minute, then laughing at us the next. Promising riches, then leaving us poor.

So, no £Million for me this time, but I'm always hopeful. That GENUINE £Million note must be lurking somewhere, and I'm still on the look-out.