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Thursday, 9 August 2007
Great Mysteries of the Universe - Number 2,359.
When Foot and Mouth rears its ugly head (how's that for a ridiculous metaphor?), how come farmers who have to have their cattle destroyed blub on camera and tell anyone who will listen how heartbreaking it is?
Dairy farmers aside, what are these custodians of the countryside rearing their animals for in the first place? Maybe livestock farming is just part of some elaborate and yet so far fruitless plan to introduce ungulates into the wild? Perhaps farmers breed cattle purely for the company - you need all the friends you can get in East Anglia? Then again, is it that they are such committed "Greens" they have cows to keep down the grass and produce methane to power their Range Rovers?
The fact that I have yet to see a retirement home for cows and that Sainsbury's and the rest are always packed from floor to ceiling with bits of these animals tends to disabuse me of these theories.
I think the most commonly accepted idea is that farmers breed and rear cattle so that, just as the animals are getting to like life, they can be packed off, killed and then butchered for the rest of us to eat. Why then do farmers cry when someone other than their normal, psycho slaughterman puts a gun to the heads of their charges? Is it, do you think, that unlike in the abattoirs, they're not allowed to watch? Possibly. Is it that each dead cow represents a financial loss? Well, I think they get compensated, don't they? - you know, like in other industries where stocks turn out to be contaminated with something nasty?
I have no fucking time whatsoever for farmers! They have been outside planning laws which apply to the rest of us for years. They get paid to produce things when there is a glut on the market, they get paid for offering not to fuck up the countryside and turn it into a dustbowl, they pollute watercourses with their fertilisers, they fuck up the food chain with their pesticides - and they don't give a fuck about anyone else.
The squeeze is on them now, however. Big business and insurance companies currently own about 80 per cent of all farms in this country and the supermarkets are demanding more and more of the producers for less and less. Well, tough titty, fishface! Welcome to the fucking world. I don't remember those bastards taking to the streets to protest about what happened to the miners, the steel workers or the rest of us. "......and when they came for me there was no-one left to speak out."
Fuck 'em. Farmers can sod off to Grantham.
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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!!
Apparently, in my case, "computer say 'no!'"
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 |
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........
Who fucking cares!!
6 comments:
Well written! love Morrissey x
I've tried to picture farmers at Orgreave but no...it's not working.
Errr. . . actually I did turn up at Huntington with boxes of groceries, courtesy of the Birmingham branch of the NUJ, wore my Coal not Dole badge despite the crap I received off Plod, still seethe with the injustice of it all and am a farmer (the delayed arrival of pigs being just a technicality). Must I still go to Grantham?
Thank you Morrissey.
Arabella, as they say where you are now, "That dog don't hunt!"
Malc, you are, of course, immune from a Granthaming. However, all your excellent protestations were made while you WEREN'T a farmer. XX
OK, I'm a farmer now and still find time to chuckle at stories that Thatcher has Alzheimer's. I've seen the effects at first hand as my mother-in-law suffered a living death and I can't think of a more appropriate fate.
Another step nearer to vegetarianism then Reg?
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