So Hague shared a room with an aide. Who the hell cares.
If two women had shared a room would anyone care.
Students do it all the time. As an apprentice I spent several years in digs sharing a room. Nobody ever suggested there was anything improper going on.
Its obviously a period of slow or no news.
I am definitely going to change jobs. Or perhaps I should say I am going to give up working.
Heard on the radio today about a guy who apparently was “earning” in excess of £20k a year thru begging. He was also claiming benefits.
It is estimated that he was collecting around £50 per day and nearer £100 per day at the weekend.
Oh, by the way, he’s not homeless. He lives in a flat with his girlfriend.
So, yes I am giving up working. I just need to decide on the best spot to place my tin. Anyone got some string, with a scrawny but cute mongrel attached, that I can borrow.
Watched Grumpy Old Men last night. Rick Wakemans tale of the electrical shop salesman who suggested that he couldn’t take back a faulty kettle had us in stitches.
Apparently he said it was the shops policy not to accept returns that had been used.
So how was Rick supposed to determine that the kettle didn’t actually boil.
Apparently he, the salesman, also pointed out that the packaging had been opened and was damaged.
After consulting with “head office” he confirmed to Rick that he would, on this occasion, exchange the kettle.
True Life Is Truly Hilarious
Just returned from Pompey where there is entertainment that isn’t centred around Fratton Park. Yes I know that Pompey are playing at home but dare I say it… “Who cares ?”
Well I don’t. No I’ve just returned from visiting the annual Portsmouth International Kite Festival. Now before you all start yawning there has to be something to it. After all it’s been going for a number of years, this being the 19th time.
So what has it got ? This was my first visit and I was pleasantly surprised.
Well of course there are kites. Hundreds of kites, spread over three arenas. Dragon Kites, Spirit Kites, Ball or was it Bowl Kites and last but not least the Inflatable Kites in every shape imaginable from Porky the Pig (huge), thru inumerable fish to an American style School Bus.
Then there are the aerial ballets performed by the Kite display teams interspersed with a “fighting” kite display. Not much action in the sky but the antics of the kite flyers was highly entertaining.
Around the arena there are numerous stalls selling kites, well what else !!! Plus the various food stalls and also a fair pitched in direct competition with Billy Mannings, Southseas permanent amusements and fairground.
I spent 3 hours there and it was still going strong when I left. It was a great opportunity to break out the camera with the vibrant colours against a varied backdrop as the sky switched from rich blue to blue broken up by fluffy white clouds and the occasional brooding grey ones. I for one will be going again.
So all this and the best thing is that the Kite Festival is free!!!
Yesterday was “binny” game day.
That’s the day the refuse collectors call to empty our wheelie bins. As is the case with all regions of the UK, there are rules to how this game is played.
Transgression brings various forms of retribution, from not having your bin emptied, thru to labels stuck on your bin and having notices posted through your letter box. Informing you that you have broken the rules. I have even been told off to my face for not having the handle facing the right way. Mustn’t cause the “binnies” any extra work …. “Duh !! Where’s the handle ?”
Anyway, to the point of all this.
My bin has gone missing.
It was there this morning and I saw the “binny” wheel it away as they usually do. However, a short while later the “binnies” were gone and so was my bin.
I went out and toured the neighbourhood to no avail. No sign of my cherished rubbish consuming buddy.
So I rang the council. No sympathy there. Oh no. Just the threat that if my bin doesn’t turn up and, if I want it replaced, they will charge me £27.00.
So, I abide by the rules, their operatives come along and misplace my wheelie bin and I will be charged to replace it.
The voice at the other end of the line reminded me that she was just repeating council policy. I must have been getting a little heated at the thought of the charge. Or, maybe, it was shock setting in at the loss of my little buddy.
She suggested that I wait a few days because my bin would probably turn up. Perhaps she was comparing my bin to a cat that would wander off but return when hungry.
So I am sitting her pining. Should anyone find a lone wheelie bin sat by the side of the road. Please point it my way.
She’s a little cutey. Gave me the biggest smile ever today.
“Portsmouth Central Library has closed until further notice after a flood”.
Although unconfirmed it seems likely that vandals were responsible for the damage caused to Portsmouth Central Library. ” The News has been told the flood was caused by vandals who blocked the sinks of the third-floor arts centre toilets with tissue paper and left the taps running all night.”
I struggle to understand what pleasure these mindless individuals get from causing so much aggravation for everyone else.
Apart from the actual repair work and the costs involved the library will probably be closed for at least two weeks. Library users are advised to use the other libraries in the area.
Lets hope that these morons can’t keep their mouths shut about what they have been up to and some right-minded citizen dobs them in to the police. Then I can think of no better punishment than making them help with the clean up and repairs….with no pay and the threat that if they don’t turn up they go to prison.
My first work experience, excluding the paper round, was working as a machine operator for Battle Engineering. The firm was based in an ancient stables building supported by massive oak supports.
I started, at the grand old age of 16, in 1968 and my working day started with me having to empty the swarf from the machines, sweeping the workshop floors and then making the morning tea for the machine operators having first collected then washed the enamel cups.
Only after that did I actually get any training to operate machines. For this I was paid £4 per week.
This job didn’t last long as the firm lost a contract with Guinness Hop Farms and so after 3 weeks I was given notice to quit. At the end of my notice the boss asked if I had found another job which I hadn’t. So he offered to take me on to do some decorating. So I spent that summer up a ladder painting the outside of the building listening to the pirate radio station, Radio Caroline.
The decorating job morphed into a reconstruction and refurbishment job inside the building where I installed a mezzanine floor, removed an office structure which hung from the rafters a bit like a Housemartins nest. This work continued for several months.
Eventually, I resumed my original task as machine operator where I remained until I left, in May 1969 to start a Fitter & Turner apprenticeship in Portsmouth Dockyard.
THE struggle for university places began today as students across the country received their A-Level results
Congratulations to my grandson Josh, who got his A-Level results today and who has managed to secure his place at university.
Way to go buddy. Hope you get over the hangover soon.
A 90-YEAR-OLD war veteran, who had been a chauffeur to General Eisenhower after D-Day, was beaten and later died for the sake of £40 and a bus pass.
Come on people !!!
Someone out there knows the scum that killed this 90-year-old war veteran and probably attacked a 66-year-old woman on the same day.
Its time to stand up and shop the cowardly scum that carried out these attacks. Shop is probably not the right word to use in this situation but it is time, for the folks that know, to get some moral backbone and say enough is enough.
It sickens me that our society is breeding the kind of low life that will prey on the sick and the elderly and they have no conscience.
Worse still are the folks who have knowledge of who carried out these attacks and do nothing about it.
Anyone with information is asked to call the incident room on 0208 721 4961 or Crimestoppers on 0800 555 111.
I’ve just heard of another elderly person who has died due to the heartless actions of a mugger. “An 80-year-old grandmother died after she was mugged for her £30 bingo winnings by a cyclist as she walked along a street.”
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