Oh, the fun we shall have!
Yes, it looks as if the police could be about to go on strike, despite that having been outlawed in 1919.
Consider then the possibilities. Who will police the police when they walk out, man/woman their barricades and demand that no-one crosses their picket lines? Well, it can't be the police, can it! No, it will have to be a bunch of people who aren't already in jobs. I know!! Let me run this up the flagpole and see who salutes. Why don't we recruit all those miners who were tossed on the employment scrapheap by Thatcher?
They could be equipped with tear gas and riot gear and, as the filth would be breaking the law by walking out in the first place, the miners could be empowered to charge at them on horseback and attack them with batons while waving £5 notes in their faces, taunting them that they have no money.
There should, of course, also be an elite squad of particularly thick and violent miners who all wear white shirts and come from South Yorkshire. They could be drafted into the Metropolitan Police Force area from up north to attack the striking officers there while the sympathetic and intelligent miners in the Home Counties could be left to deal with the dispute on their patch in a harmonious and professional way. Arthur Scargill could be made chief constable and we should be allowed to see footage on the 10 o'clock news of Sir Ian Blair being led away from the picket line in handcuffs.
Bring it on! BRING IT ON!!!!!
Who'll be contributing to their strike fund I wonder? No-fucking-one, that's who! It'll soon be your turn to run, you porcine bastards!!
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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!!
4 comments:
is it still Wednesday? thank goodness, I haven't finished all the things on my "to do" list yet. . .
;-)
Get the baseball bats oiled, Reg, and lets go strike-breaking.
Remember Orgreave, Wapping, Grunwick. . .
A big load of bollocks to rival Bizspeak, methinks?
I think the police should get paid quadruple overtime.
All that sitting about in patrol cars scoffing burgers gets very tiring.
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