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Saturday, 23 June 2007

Carry On Britain


Hurrah!! We're safe! Our Brave Tone has, once again, beaten off the continental hordes and saved this sceptred isle from the horrors Johnny foreigner had in store for us.
Yes, Tone may have crayoned in his name on the new European Union treaty but, like John Major before him, he has stood firm and got an opt out on some pinko, Commie, lefty, namby-pamby, hoity-toity clauses those tree-hugging, reds-under-the-bed in Europe wanted us to sanction. Phew! Thank God for that! I mean, a human and social rights charter? Can you believe that? It only wanted to "outlaw torture, protect national minorities, combat racism, ensure equality between men and women and protect media freedoms", didn't it! It's just political correctness gone mad! What next? They'll be expecting the stinking electorate over here to actually have a vote themselves as to whether this kind of liberal rubbish should be adopted. Thankfully, politics in Britain has come a long way since the days when people actually had a say in what went on.
I mean, history has proved that if you give an inch to the Trotskyite scum which passes for the majority of the electorate in this country then they'll take a mile. Good God, they'll be saying next that the Government shouldn't try to stop them smoking in their own homes, drinking if they're pregnant or eating an egg for breakfast!!
We faced just as big a potential crisis in 1991 when we were being asked to sign up to a Charter of Workers' Rights, would you believe, as part of the Maastricht Treaty. Even though we had a less right wing Government at the time, John Major managed to stand up to the Eurocrats and say "NO!!!" Workers' rights!! Jesus Christ! RIGHTS FOR WORKERS!!!!!Robert Maxwell would turn in his watery grave (if he were dead......but that's for another time). We haven't spent the last 30 years eroding the rights of union members while at the same time giving employers carte blanche to bully and flog employees into the ground and then lay off thousands at a time when profits dip from £89 billion-a-year to £79,999,999,999,999 just for some wet frogs or hippy sausage-eaters to try to undo all that good work.
Workers/social rights, eh? You wouldn't catch your breath. In the 21st Century!!??!!No, thank God for Tone and thank God for New Labour. I'm just worried that things might still go sour if those ultra-left-wing Tories get in at the next election. Then again, nah! S'never gunna 'appen. Tomorrow belongs to New Labour!

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WEDNESDAY, 21 NOVEMBER 2007

SHORTS DON'T MATTER! 1. From the greatest programme ever made about association football, Barnstoneworth United FC manager Mr Dainty delivers one of the finest English soliloqiues of all time.......and afterwards, spare a thought for the club steward's wife Vera (YOU ONLY HAVE TO WATCH HALF OF THE CLIP!!).

Monday, 12 November 2007

Not everyone who agonises over their life is a painter. Some of us agonise because we're NOT painters.

....And On the Subject of Great Public Services

I know most of you have heard this marvellous song by those doctors who are the Amateur Transplants......but I think the video is a nice addition. P.S. If there are kids in the room I'd shuffle them out before hitting play.

...There's More

On the subject of those great doctors, here is their version of More Than Words which presents their challenging views on women outside Watford. The very-soon-to-be ex-Mrs Pither, coming from Cumbria, is a huge fan. Again, get those kids out of the room!

Leave Britney Alone, Ok!!!

Oh...........my............God!!!!! My heartfelt thanks go to BGT for this. I won't say much more, I don't need to. Mr Loony of Loonytown, USA (I think it's a bloke, anyway), says it all. I fear he may be wound too tight for.....well.....well for everywhere, really!

Tuesday, 18 September 2007.

I wish I'd sung this! For non-Americans, and with apologies to all the smart arses out there who already knew, the FCC is the Federal Communications Commission and it monitors TV and radio output in the States - a sort of broadcast police - while the EPA is the Yanks' so-called Environmental Protection Agency, a body which does exactly the opposite of what it says on the can. (P.S. We went to the same school, you know? Eric and me, that is, not George, Martha, Dick and Condoleeza and me. I don't think they went to school.) P.P.S. Please see below if you are I Like The View, Malc or Doris.

To Make You Laugh and Cry

I was listening to this on a Sunday, the very-soon-to-be ex-Mrs Pither is a Catholic, Tom Lehrer is one of my all-time heroes and this is one of his best.............no other reasons. On a more sombre note (and with thanks to Fish for coming up with this Woman's-Own-passes-the-time-in-the-dentist's-waiting-room nonsense), why not get a computer to tell you that you are a waste of space and your life is a sham of a mockery of a farce? Ok, it's from one of those poxy dating sites but...go on, take the test. You ain't got much to beat!!
This Is My Life, Rated
Life: 4.2
Mind: 4.1
Body: 2.7
Spirit: 8
Friends/Family: 1.6
Love: 0
Finance: 5.9
Take the Rate My Life Quiz
Apparently, in my case, "computer say 'no!'"

I First Saw This When I Was Little - And Loved It! I Hope That Explains a Few Things

Fuck, Fuckety, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck

It has been pointed out to me that, particularly for one whose profession is supposedly literary, my language is getting worse. My use of the "F" word is, I am told, far too prevalent and hence loses impact. To those who share this view I suggest you watch the following:

Tony Blair Isn't a Burglar - But If He Was.........

In the spirit of Gustav Holst's Jupiter and Manfred Mann's Earth Band, I feel like raising a smile today. The Big Green Thing alerted me to this and, for no other reason than to raise a smile on an otherwise crap Wednesday, I think it has to be shared. Grantham shall not have him - when he gets out of prison.

Life On The Edge - No Net.

I was wrong when I feared it might be a dull weekend, what with my pals being away, my soon-to-be ex-wife in rehab and only the dogs to play with. How wrong can a man be? This much fun must surely be illegal? Just click to see the japes and hoots I am having! Click again to see how things got REALLy exciting! Tomorrow we're going to chase pigeons.

The Good Old U.S. of A. - Guardians of Freedom and Democracy. Nothing to Be Scared of, Then?

Be honest........

IT'S THE QUIZ OF THE WEEK! JUST SCROLL DOWN AND HIT "FULL QUIZ".