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THE
BITCH ARCHIVES
THE BLACKPOOL
GAY DIRECTORY
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29/02/08 to
25/04/08
What No Scantily
Clad Pool Boys?
Well Darlings,
If you live in the UK, did the Earth move for you? The second
biggest quake in UK recorded history has certainly been a
talking point, hasn't it? And perhaps never more so than for
all the appreciative young ladies in the backs of cars in
those quaking early hours who believed they had found the
virile young man of their dreams, not forgetting all the wives
at home who at the same time were questioning just where their
husbands had learned to do something like that!
But all this was only a taster. The real Earth-moving
experiences may yet be to come as the whole premise of global
warming is under threat again. Despite all the spin, it seems
the scientific world is still not in any overall agreement as
to just how much man is actually responsible for influencing
the climate - if at all. In fact at the moment many scientists
and "experts" are racing to distance themselves from being
associated with the whole idea of global warming.
Recent data has shown there have been record snowfalls
worldwide - some in places, like Baghdad and parts of central
Asia, for the first time in recorded history; North America
has had the most snow cover for 50 years; China has suffered
the lowest temperatures in over a century; both icecaps have
thickened, with Arctic sea ice forming up to 8” thicker than
usual; and all four of the Earth’s major temperature tracking
services confirm that the planet has cooled by as much as
.75°C. Apparently we have experienced the single fastest
temperature change ever recorded, either up or down. Dropping
from between 0.65C and 0.75C, graphically it is enough to wipe
out most of the warming recorded over the past 100 years.
Professor Sorokhtin, of the Russian Academy of Natural
Sciences, dismisses man-made climate change as "a drop in the
bucket", and advises people to stock up on warm clothing. He
is not alone in believing solar activity and the planet's
orbit (it changes from circular to elliptical every so often,
so making us more or less prone to the sun's behaviour) is the
major influence on our climate. There are many, including
Kenneth Tapping of Canada's National Research Council, who
hold this belief, but it has not been politically expedient to
have them heard lately - it might put people off paying those
green taxes.
Followers of the solar theory are convinced we could be in for
a long period of severely cold weather if the sun's activity
does not pick up soon. The last time it was this inactive we
suffered the Little Ice Age, and that lasted for about five
centuries, ending in 1850. During that time there were food
shortages as crops failed regularly because of severe frosts
and drought. Rivers and harbours froze solid, causing trade to
cease, and both plague and war became commonplace. It has to
be said the evidence for a period of rapid cooling is flimsy,
but the scientists argue it is no more flimsy than the
evidence used for global warming.
If we study the temperature trend from 1998 to today (over the
time we have heard so much about global warming) you may be
surprised to learn it is distinctly downward, but taken from
1900 to today there is a noticeable upward trend. However if
one goes back further still, say to 500 AD (and that is a mere
blink in the age of the planet), the overall trend is
unmistakeably seen as cooling again. Earth is much cooler
today than it was then.
Irrespective of any involvement man might have, whether or not
global warming is a fact and really occurring at any time all
depends on where you wish to place your viewpoint. The Earth
has no "normal" temperature or climate, it is constantly
changing so it will always be seen to be heading off in one
direction or another - and there will be nothing we can do to
alter that - however if one had to pick a "norm", a mean
average temperature, it would certainly be hotter than today.
Apparently the ice caps have receded before, completely
disappearing many times, temperatures have far exceeded
anything wildly predicted by the alarmists today, and even
that Gulf Stream has stopped and restarted without the end of
the world occurring.
Perhaps man has greatly over-estimated his importance and his
ability to significantly influence the destiny of our planet.
Deforestation, on the scale it is being carried out today, is
perhaps the most relevant damage we are capable of doing - and
on that there is a lot of agreement. To remove our lungs (the
rainforests) which are critical to our survival in order to
grow crops for bio-fuel in some mad hope it will benefit the
planet is stupidity in the extreme. Stopping this one thing
from happening is likely to be of more benefit to our world
than everything else we could do all put together.
Of course, all these recent signs pointing to global warming
possibly being nothing more than natural climatic variations
that could change at any time into a long cold period is not
good news for those of us looking forward to a
Mediterranean-style climate in Blackpool. I guess the dreams
of scantily clad pool boys serving vodka and cokes to us
whilst we soaked up the rays on our lilos might have to remain
just that - dreams. Never mind, we are getting quite good at
dreaming in Blackpool. We are used to things not coming to
fruition here - like the Mega-Casino as good as promised to
us, then Storm City, and later the regeneration money as an
alternative solution promised by the government. So far this
has turned out to be little more than what we already had
earmarked, maintenance money, and nothing extra for what we
really need - except, that is, for a surplus of useless words
again. Ones that have been repeated parrot-fashion by
politicians for too many years.
The latest on the plight here is: "Let's talk," says the PM,
appearing as headlines in our local newspaper. But there has
been more than enough talking - so much talking that we fear
for our donkeys' hind legs! It is time for the government to
sit down and listen for a change - and then do something more
than talk.
Desperate for regeneration funds in order to survive as a
holiday resort, we are sickened to have to watch the arguments
over the moral rights of MPs allowances after learning that
Alan and Ann Keen, both of them Labour MPs, have been claiming
a massive £38,515 a year for a second home - far more money
than many people here earn - although their constituencies are
only a mere nine miles away from the Commons. And they are not
alone - it seems that twenty-four MPs with seats in Greater
London have claimed an amount totalling almost £400,000 for
second homes last year, all of it public money.
We should not forget that (disregarding our EuroMPs) there are
nearly 650 MPs eligible for allowances, so the total cost is a
vast amount of money. As many reading this will undoubtedly
have to travel considerably greater distances than nine miles
daily for their employment, and with no allowances whatsoever,
I suggest that money could easily be put to much better use.
Give it to Blackpool - £88 million would solve quite a few
problems here - and then purpose-build an accommodation block
close enough to the Commons for all those MPs who have to stay
over. By electing these people we employ them to represent us,
and for that task they are well paid. We do not elect them to
live like royalty, nor to buy second homes at our expense.
The £400 a month an MP is allowed for food, with no receipts
needed, is absolutely ridiculous too - would these politicians
not be eating if they were at home? That allowance alone is
£16 more than sick and disabled people receive to run a home
on. Whilst the needy are expected to stay alive and pay all
their bills on £96 per week, our MPs are skinning us for £88
million in allowances, making the average cost to the taxpayer
of an MP now little short of £200,000. Value for money? Don't
make me spit - just look at the state of the country!
Likewise: how can the government justify spending more than
£50,000 of taxpayers' money on a series of banquets simply in
order to celebrate the formation of the Equality and Human
Rights Commission? Equality and Human Rights? For whom - those
already on a £400 food allowance? Where was my share of the
banquets?
And whilst I am on a run of complaining: why should our MPs be
allowed to pay for the new bin tax using taxpayers' money -
our money again! - when families who cannot afford to pay it
will have to face the bailiff calling on them, or perhaps even
go to gaol? Equality and Human Rights? Yes, I think I still
remember such things - but which drawer marked "Nostalgia" did
we put them in?
It will be a great pity if global warming turns out to be a
fallacy. We could do with those scantily clad pool boys to
take our minds off all the atrociousness of government!
"The Bitch!" 29/02/08.
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Suburbia - and the Barking Mad!
Well Darlings,
Have you ever met something that on the face of it seems okay,
but the hype which comes with it begins to worry you? Today,
as I write this, in an "exclusive" the local newspaper has
revealed a nearby building firm wishes to erect 637
eco-friendly and energy efficient homes on a 42 acre site a
few miles inland from Blackpool's South Shore, at Marton, in a
£150 million housing development project. So far, so good. The
firm is apparently recognised for building good housing stock,
and eco-friendly and energy efficient homes are always a good
idea. But then we learn that members of the public may view
the plans today between 2.30pm until 5pm and tomorrow between
1.30pm until 5pm at the Marton Methodist Church Hall.
Now that is not a lot of notice to give anyone to arrange time
off work so they can go along and sum up this proposed
development, is it? Straightaway, the suspicious old crab that
I am, I am motivated to start looking for rats. The spiel
emanating from Peter Liversedge, of the developers Kensington
Partnership, does nothing to alleviate my fears.
According to our newspaper, the Gazette, he has said: "This is
a statement of confidence in Blackpool and the Fylde coast
region for us, as local developers. This could potentially be
one of the biggest investments in Blackpool and provide a
gateway into Blackpool for visitors. The town is crying out
for investment and there is so much talk about regeneration –
well, here we are. We want to invest in this great project
which is eco-friendly and really progressive."
Wow! That is some spiel - worthy of the best of our used-car
salesmen! Notice how "Blackpool" has three mentions within
just those four sentences, and is linked so positively with:
"investment", "regeneration", "gateway", and "visitors" -
everything we need! Add to that: "eco-friendly" and who
couldn't resist the bargain? However when we learn that the
impact on the area will be kept to a minimum with "buffer
zones" of trees and shrubs separating it from existing
properties, one begins to question the relationship between
this now obviously private housing estate and: "visitors",
"gateway", and even "regeneration". The land here is quite
pleasant to look at, is not on most visitors' itineraries or
even their route into the resort - so where is the gateway? -
and it is certainly not in need of regeneration like the
tourist area of Blackpool.
Of course we must not condemn Peter Liversedge for merely
doing his job - trying to sell the project to us. That is
quite acceptable. Not even learning that Blackpool Council and
its leader, Peter Callow, are impressed by the plans, unduly
bothers me. That is, not until Mr Callow comes out with an
absurdity: he suggests the scheme may encourage the borough's
young people to get onto the property ladder.
Perhaps when he uttered this the poor man didn't have a
calculator with him. £150 million to be recovered and see a
profit from 637 properties tells me, without a calculator, the
average property here will go for far in excess of a
quarter-of-a-million pounds even at today's prices - and if
the local soothsayers are to be believed, and the properties
need building on rafts and piles because of the nature of the
land, they could easily turn out to be even more expensive.
That sure is going to be some mighty steep step up onto the
property ladder for most of the young people of this borough,
I can tell you! Jees! The price those burgers will have to be
just doesn't bear thinking about!
In pleasant surroundings, and with the promised shop and pond
(should they get this past Health & Safety without the barbed
wire fence), this development would provide some much sought
after quality homes, and entice those able to afford them into
the area. For the most part I suspect these people would have
employment away from Blackpool, nevertheless they could still
provide a small but welcome boost to the resort's finer
restaurants and better class of entertainment venues,
especially our theatres.
So this leaves me with a problem: why have both the developer
and the council tried to sell us a pig when it is plainly a
perfectly good cow that is on offer? Could it have anything to
do with the number remaining of realistically "affordable"
homes that may still be built? Hmm . . . Nice cow - shame
about the flatulence!
A couple of quickies before I go: ahead of some more proposed
Health & Safety rules and regulations, the Royal National
Institute for the Deaf has launched a competition to find
earplugs that would be acceptable to the nation's young
clubbers. The charity believes 90% of young clubbers have
experienced early signs of hearing damage and tells us: the
small earplugs available for between £10 and £15 work much
better than the cheaper earplugs used by some to help them
sleep. The dearer ones allow the clubbers to hear the detail
of the music whilst reducing the volume.
There will be many who have survived more than 50 years of
Rock & Roll and Disco music, the majority of it before any
limitations were put on the amount of decibels permitted, who,
with still average hearing for their now advanced years, will
chuckle at this one. Quite obviously music that is too loud is
not advisable and may be damaging to some people's hearing,
but rather than let common sense prevail and an informed crowd
choose where they wish to go - thereby forcing the
music-providers into playing at acceptable levels - some
people are looking to make money out of this. Designer
earplugs may need the law before they start selling - but they
are on the way. So I guess the law is too. I think at my age
they will have to be purple ones, don't you? Fluffy would be
nice!
Finally, as I have mentioned clubbing, perhaps I should not
leave out a story relevant to all that goes with it. Ask any
clubber about "a burning bush" and a certain brand of ointment
is likely to spring into their mind long before any religious
notions. However Benny Shanon, a professor of cognitive
psychology at the Hebrew University of Jerusalem, suggests
Moses was probably on drugs when he saw the famous "burning
bush". Apparently mind-altering substances formed an integral
part of the religious rites of Israelites in biblical times.
Drugs were used that induced people to "see music".
Mentioning his own use of a powerful psychotropic plant,
ayahuasca, during a religious ceremony in South America (1991)
where he experienced visions that had spiritual-religious
connotations, Shanon says the effects were comparable to those
produced by concoctions made mainly from the bark of the
acacia tree that is frequently referred to in the Bible.
Really? Acacia Avenue - a cliché within British culture as a
metaphor for an average middle-class suburban street - may
never again be seen in exactly the same light!
Mantovani on acid - now that is mind-blowing! And the Last
Night of the Proms, a haven for the middle-class - but one
that the arts minister, Margaret Hodge, who, obviously barking
up the wrong type of tree, suggests does not encourage a
diverse enough audience - really is an absolute blast, I
promise you! Just how diverse does this woman want to make it?
Can she not "see" the music?
Suburbia survives - and barking mad it has found a way to
remove all the pain of politics. Good old Acacia Avenue! The
backbone of our Land of Dope and Glory. Get a life, Margaret.
Move into Acacia Avenue!
"The Bitch!" 6/03/08.
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Many Nails, Many Coffins - A Budget!
Well Darlings,
I guess the Budget was only what was to be expected from
Alistair Darling, a man so grey that on entering a room he
turns John Major into living Technicolor. The question must be
posed: how can someone who sucks the very lifeblood out of the
nation still look so grey? Just how much blood does he and
this government need to become something resembling human? It
baffles me, and I sometimes wonder if I am going to wake up
soon from a terrible nightmare.
Within the past week or so we have learned that 57 pubs are
now closing down every month, and that will only be as a
result of this government's misguided Nanny policies. Most of
the pubs closing are the respectable time-served meeting
places once used by large sections of our communities, the
local pubs, and not the wild ones we so often read about today
plagued with the binge drinkers that cause mayhem. Working
men's clubs are closing all around the country too. It seems
the government's determination to destroy every last part of
our communities goes on unabated.
We have seen Post Offices closing after the MPs voted for this
to happen, only for them to then publicly pretend to support
those people trying to save them. Community Halls, many having
survived more than a century and where community groups from
toddlers to pensioners have met for all that time, are now the
subject of so many (stupid) Health & Safety Rules and
Regulations that they are being forced to close at an alarming
rate.
Bingo Halls, for more than fifty years another popular
community meeting place, are having to close too as the
smoking laws, the jackpot laws, and the refusal of the
government to stop "double-taxing" them bites harder and
harder. Bingo players pay more in tax than punters at the
bookmakers due to a double tax burden of VAT and gross profits
tax and, under the recent changes to gambling legislation, the
clubs' licence fees have increased whilst the number of
jackpot machines they are allowed has decreased. All of this
has been deliberate government action - and all of it is
killing another one of our community meeting places. The
government's objective could not be more plain to see.
And now it is the turn of our public houses. Our locals.
Reeling from the Draconian smoking ban that has turned patrons
into persecuted second class citizens, many of them deserting
the pubs, and suffering from the rising cost of their
alcoholic beverages as a worldwide shortage sends the price of
wheat and barley through the roof, whilst at the same time the
price of fuel rockets, the licensed trade pleaded with the
Chancellor for a tax reduction to save it from even more rapid
closures. On the pretext of dealing with the young binge
drinkers, the pleas were ignored.
Does anybody really believe putting a few coppers on the price
of a cut-price alcoholic drink in a supermarket, one still
cheaper than a bottle of water, will stop even one youngster
from consuming it? Of course not. But because of the way
things work, barrel wastages and other things, those few
coppers in a supermarket can easily translate into perhaps 6p
to 8p on a pint in many a quiet and respectable licensed
establishment.
We have a national problem with drunken kids, and no matter
how expensive alcohol may become the price will not stop them
from drinking it - however any difficulty they have in funding
their lifestyle will without a shadow of doubt proportionately
send the crime rates into orbit. We know it and the Chancellor
knows it, but that has not stopped him from using the binge
drinking as an excuse to extract his pints of blood from a
nation that has so few blood-filled veins left.
I'm sure dear old Tony Hancock is sitting on my shoulder at
this moment, for I can hear those immortal words from The
Blood Donor rattling around in my head: "A pint? Why, that's
very nearly an armful!"
Smokers have been hit hard too. They remain the living proof
that no amount of taxation or rules will break a habit, or
even have anything more than a very short term effect. Forget
all the government and NHS spin, the number of cigarettes sold
following all those millions spent on advertising, help-lines,
counsellors, and laws passed to stop smoking has only dropped
by a mere 2%, and much of that drop is probably accounted for
by the increase in black-market cigarettes. These figures are
borne out by the tobacco companies (whose profits have
increased) and the declared sales from the regional
wholesalers. The sad thing is though: if the NHS had stuck to
what it should be doing, tending to the sick, it could
probably have cut those lengthy treatment-waiting times and
saved many more lives with all that money it has squandered on
some pathetic attempt at being Matriarchal. Horses for courses
- they should get back on track!
This budget has (with the changes in income tax set up by
Gordon Brown last year coming into force) hit the poor people
the hardest, and has missed hurting only the rich. The one-off
£50 extra for pensioners' fuel will not come anywhere near to
meeting the increases currently being suffered, and the money
for kids does not match the extra expenditure already being
encountered by families. Should any of these families need a
large car simply because they have a large family, or perhaps
do their community duty by taking their turn at the school
run, they are to be heavily penalised. Only the rich who run
large cars for pleasure and status will not feel these taxes.
More legislation from Gordon Brown’s time as Chancellor will
soon detrimentally affect those in business, especially in
hotel and leisure undertakings. From April they will see many
tax allowances removed or severely cut. For hotels this puts
even more strain on an industry which in many areas, like our
seaside resorts, some will tell you is dying.
Taxed more than at any time in our history, a fact that
Children's Minister Ed Balls acknowledged contemptuously in
the House with his outrageous outburst of: “So what?”, this
Budget has been made on a wing and a prayer. Alistair Darling,
with nothing left in the coffers to offer, is optimistic
things will shortly improve. He has to be. Having borrowed so
much, and so close to the upper threshold that there is no
margin for error, there is nothing else he can be.
After a tough time under the Tories following the ERM disaster
of 1992, the Labour government that finally succeeded them in
1997 inherited one of the healthiest economies this country
has ever seen. Despite that they immediately upped taxation
with all those stealth taxes, and have continued upping it
throughout their whole time in office. Riding on the back of
this Gordon Brown has never missed an opportunity to tell the
world how great he was as a Chancellor, and how healthy our
economy. Yet today, with everything this government has
touched failing and falling apart around them there is no
money whatsoever left in the kitty. What have they done with
it? Where is it all? What are they not telling us?
I fear we may easily have quite a few bad years ahead of us.
Awful truths might only come to light on the government being
ousted from office, as has happened before following a Labour
government. So I have a word of advice here for David Cameron
and the Conservative Party: the next General Election might be
a very good one to lose!
Moving on: did you happen to read how Gordon Brown could
easily be remembered for being the first British Prime
Minister not to have a wax sculpture at Madame Tussauds? It
seems the museum won't be commissioning a model of him
because, they say, he has not made a sufficient impact on the
general public and may not have the job for much longer
There! And I've been patiently waiting all this time, one of
the first with my place saved in the queue, with a box of pins
ready in my hand!
And I see that more abuse of the taxpayers' money has been
tracked down to decorating a flat for the foreign office
minister, Lord Malloch-Brown. Apparently it has cost us more
than £10,000 and includes new curtains, a washing machine, a
tumble dryer, and a freezer. In addition to this there was
£3,320 to clean up the place after the previous tenant left -
John Prescott.
If you are now imagining meat pie remnants vomited up walls
and down the backs of the furniture you will probably curl up,
as I did, when you learn all this came to light following
questions from the shadow communities secretary, Eric Pickles.
As an exception in this particular case, for the cleaning I
think everybody would have agree: "Give them the money, Mabel!"
(You will need to have long teeth to remember Wilfred
Pickles!)
Finally: I see the Vatican's Monsignor Gianfranco Girotti has
said Church authorities reacted with "rigorous measures'' to
the child abuse scandals within the clergy. He also claims the
whole issue has been over-emphasised by the media. Hmm . . .
Is he implying there was not really a lot to worry about then
- that all the cases were just small fry? The kids were
in good hands?
Suffer the little children to come . . . ?
Ouch! Holy
Unsuitables, Caped Crusader!
"The Bitch!" 13/03/08.
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Help the NHS - Squeeze a Mum!
Well Darlings,
It might only be a
quickie this week. I am busy. I have found a lucrative online
opening to help all those mothers about to give birth who are
at risk of turning up at their local NHS maternity unit only
to be told to: "please try again later as the unit is
currently full". The method I'm teaching involves the use of a
dummy - find your own if Gordon is unavailable! - to put a
scissor-lock around (like a wrestler would with his legs), and
some dumbbells with a good solid iron bar to bite on. All
together now, gals: S-Q-U-E-E-E-E-E-Z-E-!
Figures obtained in
a freedom of information request reveal that from the 70% of
hospital trusts providing the necessary data, over 40% (that's
nearly half!) said they reached capacity and had to refuse
admission to mothers needing their services at least once last
year. One, University Hospitals of Leicester NHS Trust (one of
the biggest in the country), has apparently refused 28 times.
Whoa up, now! There could be a rush on those dumbbells!
As any father who
has been forced to melt chocolate over sardines and
cheese-on-toast at three in the morning will know, a pregnant
woman's sense of taste and smell drops off considerably. And
perhaps that is fortunate, because it seems one never knows
what might be encountered in a hospital these days.
Take the
nineteen-year-old Hertfordshire teenager, Andrew Cowper, who
arrived in the operating theatre to have an operation on his
knee, only to be confronted by the most putrid stench.
Enquiring the cause of it, the surgeon told him it could be a
dead rat. What? In a hospital? No! After asking the surgeon
whether or not he would undergo the operation in such
circumstances - and being told: no! - the lad decided against
having the treatment carried out at that time. Queen Elizabeth
II hospital rescheduled the operation. The smell? Sure enough,
it was a dead rat.
Now, unless that
surgeon had some previous employment enlightening him as to
exactly what a dead rat smells like, or was unfortunate enough
to have experienced a similar circumstance at home, both
highly unlikely scenarios, I'm guessing dead rats must be
pretty darn common in that hospital! Hmm . . . Perhaps they
have been put on those fortnightly refuse collections in this
area.
Never mind! What's a
rat infestation amongst friends when you can waste millions of
pounds on persecuting the cigarette smokers? Packets of ten
disappear from the shelves later this year, and there is talk
all tobacco products may have to be hidden from sight in our
shops. Under the counter sales will take on a whole new
meaning. Such an action, folks, is only one short step away
from banning cigarettes from being seen anywhere at all. When
those huddling up around the pub doorways in all weathers to
enjoy a cigarette are banned from doing even that, then those
57 pubs and clubs now closing every month because of this
ridiculous ban will seem like peanuts.
There are already
fears the Laurel Pub Chain, which owns some of Blackpool's
best-known pubs, may have to call in the administrators
because of poor trading conditions brought on by the smoking
ban. 60 of its licensed premises out of the 65 it had on the
market are to close immediately. Another 30 have already
closed. More and more people, refusing to be treated like
lepers, are changing their social habits and now prefer to
drink at home - in front of the children too! This is
progress? It cannot be healthy to subject our children to the
ribaldry that comes with alcohol consumption, let alone all
the smoke when groups of friends get together for social
evenings in such confined spaces. This law is in danger of
killing more people than it ever hoped to save!
It is a sad fact
that things continue to decline in the UK - especially, it
seems, in the NHS. In Swindon one woman has removed her
husband from the Great Western Hospital. The word: "rescued"
is used in the newspaper. The man had already suffered a
previous stroke, and yet the hospital ignored the danger of
another from his rising blood pressure, maintaining they knew
best. Then when the regular medication he needed to combat the
epileptic fits he was prone to was three hours late, and still
not forthcoming because: "the nurses could not find his
medication chart because it was locked in an office - so he
could not be treated", the man's wife had enough.
Feedback to this
story suggests this is not the first time someone has had to
be "rescued" from the clutches of this hospital. There are
some terrible tales unfurling. But search any local newspaper
online today, and you are likely to see similar stories
everywhere.
So many of the NHS
failings appear directly attributable to meeting the waiting
room targets. The cost of meeting these targets is paid for by
sacrificing treatment - you might be seen quicker, but should
you require treatment (or even a bit of care - like feeding)
you may have to wait record times to receive it! There are not
the resources available to adequately maintain both.
The way in which the
NHS, under the pretence of providing "preventive medicine",
has misguidedly deviated into becoming an instigator of
punitive laws - ban anything and everything if it might
possibly stop people bothering them with an illness - has been
an utter disaster. Costing us a fortune, money that would be
better spent on treating the sick, it simply does not work.
Was not prohibition
in the States proof enough that banning something does not
work? Most recreational drugs are banned in the UK, yet they
are still used by millions of people every single day - and
maybe surprisingly to some: the majority of these people are
everyday decent folk holding down good jobs. Like the
alcoholics, the druggie drop-outs we see on our streets are
only an extreme minority, and not representative of the
majority of users. We need to accept a few truths, even if we
don't like them.
It is time for the
NHS to return to doing what we pay it to do - provide adequate
treatment for the sick - and stop wasting our money! Give us
back the freedom to live our lives as we would wish. When the
NHS stops wasting money trying to control us and everything we
do, then there will be sufficient money in its coffers to
treat us, and a chance of it returning to being, as it once
was, the envy of the world.
One mother is
sufficient for each of us - we do not need the State or the
NHS trying to take her place!
"The Bitch!"
20/03/08.
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What's In YOUR Attic?
Well Darlings,
It may soon be time to raid the attic. Do you still have the
catapults you had as a child? How about the wooden swords with
which you were Robin Hood? Still got the metal dustbin lid?
You might be needing them soon.
It seems that despite us being crucified by all the extra
taxation we have to suffer today, there is not going to be
enough money to support the brave lads and lasses in our armed
forces. The Commons Defence Committee reckons the present
demands on the MoD's equipment budget are so great it might be
impossible for them to cope even should they scale down or
delay orders.
Things we may be losing to divert this crisis include: the
Royal Navy's two new aircraft carriers, and FRES - the Army's
Future Rapid Effects System, the new and much needed armoured
vehicles. Also likely to be affected: the Nimrod MRA4
(desperately needed as there have been times lately when only
one current Nimrod could fly, and that only by cannibalising
the others), along with the Astute class submarine and the
Type 45 destroyer - both essential to replace some of our out
of date fleet, and key players in the future defence of this
country.
Do you think Gordon Brown's idea of a new Civil Defence, where
unpaid members of the public can "do their duty", might be as
a result of any of this? The way things are going, never mind
the fighting in Iraq and Afghanistan where instead of food
parcels we may soon be sending our troops wooden swords and
dustbin lids, our home defence will be relying on a Dad's
Army.
With the National Health Service, our transport system,
education, policing, and so many other things in such a
terrible state today, falling apart around this government,
where is all our taxpayers' money going? As the population
grows, and more people pay taxes, then the infrastructure
already there and working should be costing us less and less
to maintain even though the demands on it may increase
proportionately - the very last thing it should be doing is
finding it is unable to cope. Everything should automatically
and quite expectedly be becoming better and better, but it is
not. So that can only be as the result of some very bad
management - and as it is the government that has increasingly
controlled all these things for the past ten ten years or so,
who but it can be blamed?
The ruination of this country - and it is now ruined - has
come purely as a result of all this government encouraged
control culture we have today, that born on the back of, and
on the strength of, the politically correct brigade, warned
about by so many, but suffered by the majority to whom as long
as they were on that credit spree which camouflaged the true
state of the economy, nothing else mattered. We now spend
untold amounts of money - billions of pounds when it is all
added up - on paying people to find new ways to control
people, and then to do just that. There is practically nothing
one can do today bar breathe (and one wonders how long before
they get to that one!) which doesn't require a whole load of
bureaucratic idiots to first be consulted and then paid
handsomely.
Everything is going wrong now simply because the machinery of
government has become far too heavy for the public to bear. If
you'll pardon the expression: we have too many Chiefs, and not
enough Indians!
Look at all the people and departments we have today who,
after four hundred years, are attempting to stop the nation
smoking tobacco. Think of what they are costing us. Consider
too the amount, millions and millions of pounds, spent on the
media advertising - and yet tobacco sales have hardly been
dented. Could not all that money been better spent?
When one of our chief medical advisers has publicly stated: "a
smoker still has to be extremely unlucky to contract cancer,"
why are we doing it? Only because the figures add up on paper
to some bureaucratic idiot. An idiot who doesn't realise that
at our end of days we all have to die of something. As we get
to that time and our bodies are no longer able to sustain us,
if we don't smoke and die of cancer then we shall simply die
of something else. It is a story that many pet owners could
tell you - when the animals time has come it is put down
because of respiratory, liver, kidney or any one of many other
fatal conditions. If we were to only consider the number of
cases where people have contracted lung cancer at an early age
and died, as we should be, then smoking causing death falls a
very long way down the list of things that kill us.
The nutcases are now talking of it becoming law that
cigarettes must not be seen to be on sale at a tobacconists.
It is ridiculous! Whilst little Johnny must be deterred from
buying a packet of cigarettes at all costs in case he should
become addicted to smoking and die in his old age from it, he
can freely wander up and down aisle after aisle in any
supermarket surrounded by cheap alcohol, all on show with its
blatant cut-price advertising, and be tempted by something
which could make him drunk enough to go out and kill someone
that very same day. And that actually happens now - quite
regularly! Haven't we got our priorities wrong here?
Whilst no child
should ever be encouraged to take up smoking, and all children
should be educated about its dangers - along with those of
many other pastimes, it does not require all the mass hysteria
we are seeing today. There is undoubtedly an ulterior motive
at work here.
When we read today that children's cough mixtures are to be
removed from sale, the public becomes alarmed. But millions
upon millions of these remedies are bought every year and in
the overwhelming majority of cases they do what they are
supposed to and no harm befalls anyone. There have been only 5
"suspected" toddlers deaths from cough mixtures in the past 14
years - in percentage terms your eyes would fail you
trying to count all the noughts after the decimal dot! - far
more toddlers die in traffic accidents, so should we close
down all our roads and ban vehicles?
An alarmed public is an easier public to convince and control.
This is all about spin, and convincing people the government
is looking after their interests. It is not. If it really
wanted to do that then it would call for a General Election
tomorrow!
But then, of course, un-elected many of the government's
politicians would lose out on all those perks we are only just
hearing about!
"The Bitch!" 27/03/08.
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He Who Pays the Piper . . .
Well Darlings,
The government has continued to career from gaffe to gaffe
this past week. What's new? There has been a lot of flak taken
over Peckham. In an episode that could have been written for
Only Fools and Horses, Harriet Harman was seen to be a right
plonker. Rodney could not have done it better. The only thing
missing was Del Boy. Having made such an awful gaffe, instead
of putting her head down and waiting for it to pass, she
foolishly confronted it - only to become a bigger idiot as she
dug the hole deeper and deeper, even offending some of her
ethnic constituents in the process. The feedback columns in
the broadsheets have crucified her.
Silly girl! So silly she couldn't even see how much she was
being played with, and manipulated, at Prime Minister's
Questions when she stood in for Glamour Puss. Some thought she
did quite well, myself included at first - until I watched it
over a few times and appreciated what was happening. Full
marks to all the gentlemen who pulled their punches and just
enjoyed a bit of sporting banter, rather than going for the
kill.
Of course, there could be a very good reason for them not
wishing to finish off the lame duck just yet. This MP for
Camberwell and Peckham has, in barely eight months as deputy
leader, been responsible for a whole host of political
blunders, severely damaging her reputation even amongst Labour
MPs. As such an easy target, it is handy her remaining in
office.
I have to tell you, Harriet is a changed woman from those days
of the NCCL (now Liberty) when I knew her. Then she was the
people's champion, everybody loved her, and she would
frequently put her own head on the chopping block to help her
fellow human, even once being prosecuted for contempt of court
in a case that went all the way to European Court of Human
Rights. Now she just tows the official government line.
Another puppet. I suggest: Looby Loo.
It is surprising (horrifying?) what a few years in government
can do to some people, isn't it?
There is, of course, a far more serious side to this than all
the merriment gained from watching a foolish jester perform at
court, and that is: it shows just how bad some of our streets
really have become under this government. Pre 1997 we had no
need for children in some of our schools being issued with
stab-proof vests, the police rarely needed to wear them, metal
detectors were not employed to look for weapons in schools,
and even our politicians could walk the streets of their
constituencies in comparative safety in daylight.
It wasn't all roses by any means, but it certainly wasn't
anywhere near as bad as it is today when we can read of
nineteen crimes being committed on an estate one weekend, and
the police only dealing with two of them. No wonder those
crime figures aren't believed. With nowhere near enough
manpower half the time the police haven't a clue what is
happening. Besides, who is going to tell them? People suffer
crime today like they suffer growing older, they're convinced
nothing will stop it.
You may ask: how about all the Community Support Officers we
hear so much about? Aren't they the local intelligence
gathering force that will reduce crime? Well, they may have
their uses when it comes to naughty ten-year-old kids -
providing there's not too many of them and they become
outnumbered! - but only a fool would believe that people far
too terrified to tell a car full of burly well-seasoned police
officers something are going to suddenly divulge it to one of
these "pretend bobbies". They are only dealing with the
trivialities - those things that wouldn't even be there were
the real crimes being tackled properly by an adequately manned
police force.
Moving on: for a nation suffering an almost unending tide of
rising prices and bills, most of them at least four times
greater than the official rate of inflation - how they work
out that official figure, like the crime figures, still
baffles a lot of people! Elastic goalposts? - the news that
MPs want a massive £23,000 pay rise, an amount which would
take a simple backbenchers’ salary to around £85,000 is in my
mind our politicians just crapping on us and rubbing it in!
And apparently even that is not enough for some of them who
are pushing for a tax concession to cover their accommodation
- either that or a “no-questions-asked” cash allowance of more
than £125 a day (yes, a day!) for just turning up at
Westminster. Incredibly some MPs are even complaining they end
up paying too much in capital gains tax when it comes to
selling their second homes - and they are those homes the
taxpayer already contributes £22,100 a year towards them
buying, with some of them claiming that money on houses they
already own.
With the state of
mortgages and loans today, there will be a lot of people
resenting that gift to our politicians - they could do with
some help themselves! What other job is there where one can
vote for their own amount of pay, perks, and tax exclusions?
We are paying the piper, but we're not calling the frigging
tune, are we?
All these proposals come from a committee headed by the
Speaker, Michael Martin, himself the target of an official
sleaze investigation, with other members including Harriet
Harman (no doubt sitting in her flak jacket!) and Theresa May.
Again the feedback in the press is thoroughly condemning, with
more than one person calling for the country to rise up and
overthrow the government. It's been a long time since we did
that here, but the way things are going these days nothing
would surprise me. Not even that. It might only take a spark
to set it all off. Everybody has something to moan about; most
of us a hell of a lot!
To my mind POLITICS today is spelt: C-O-R-R-U-P-T. And I don't
think you need a text phone with its weird spelling to see it
that way!
"The Bitch!" 3/04/08.
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Society and Being All At Sea!
Well Darlings,
I see a senior judge, Mr Justice Coleridge, has attacked the
Government over the breakdown of society, claiming children
born into broken homes are increasingly turning to drink,
drugs and crime. Going for the jugular, in a speech the Family
Division judge said: "In some of the more heavily-populated
urban areas of the country family life is, quite frankly, in
meltdown or completely unrecognisable. In some areas of the
country even including the more urban parts of the sleepy west
in which I operate, family life in the old sense no longer
exists. So I suggest the general collapse of ordinary family
life, because of the breakdown of families, in this country is
on a scale, depth and breadth which few of us could have
imagined even a decade ago. What is certain is that almost all
of society's social ills can be traced directly to the
collapse of the family life."
Really? Perhaps some deeper thinking is called for before we
jump into bed with this judge's conclusions.
I for one find it strange he has singled out: "children born
into broken homes" - a term usually used for a family in which
the parents have separated or divorced - as being the ones
increasingly turning to drink, drugs and crime. Kids are doing
that coming from all kinds of backgrounds. As there will be
many broken homes where the children do not go astray,
possibly even the majority, I cannot see that singling out
this section of society helps or tells us anything. Is this
judge suggesting that had the parents in these cases not
parted the kids would have grown up into model citizens?
Somehow I don't think they would - do you?
Kids grow up into whatever their parents make them. Rich,
poor, black, white, divorced, separated, single-parent,
two-parent, straight, gay, lesbian, Christian, Muslim, any
other religion or even atheist, it matters not - all of these
types of people are capable of raising both good or bad
children. A family is a unit, no matter of what it consists.
It is the values that this unit adopts and passes on that is
important. Good children are usually the product of what they
are taught; bad children of what they are not taught.
To say that: "What is certain is that almost all of society's
social ills can be traced directly to the collapse of the
family life," is to be putting the cart before the horse.
Family life has collapsed because of a sick society cultivated
by this government over the past ten years. It is the
government, the do-gooders, and the politically correct
brigade that has brought this country to the evil state it is
in today, and nobody else.
Because of these three: the government, the do-gooders, and
the politically correct brigade we have police forces unable
to cope, we reward our criminals, we can't catch most of them,
if we do we have no jails to put them in, we produce so many
laws and restrictions that today few people have any respect
for the law at all, we give criminals rights no matter how
heinous the crime, we give prisoners rights so often they are
living better than their victims, we give children rights that
prevent their proper correction, we have idiots in our
judiciary that dish out sentences like the 300 hours community
service seen lately for killing a child and just walking away
- yet fine a poor unsuspecting shopkeeper forced into doing a
policeman's job thousands of pounds should they be tricked
into wrongly selling a packet of fags by an agent provocateur
especially selected to look not even challengeable, we tax
people to the hilt so that the poorer in society have to ask
for their own money back in credits, and I could go on and on
and on. The list of how much society - that's you and me - has
suffered these past ten years is almost endless!
How could anyone expect other than only the strongest families
to survive? Don't blame the families that didn't make it -
blame those that destroyed them! We have turned society into
being the survival of the fittest, and as criminals are
usually pretty damn fit we shall need to change our ways -
change our government into one that has no truck with the
do-gooders and politically correct - if it is the good people
we want to keep as the majority in the world we live in.
Already the politically correct and the do-gooders are lining
up in opposition to a recommendation that state school pupils
should be encouraged to sign up for military training with the
cadet corps. This is one of the few good ideas to come out of
this government, and because of a few idiots it stands every
chance of being stopped in its tracks. Teaching unions have
denounced schools-based cadet forces as a questionable
recruiting tactic, and many find the weapons training
controversial. Get a life!
I went to a school which had its own armoury and rifle range.
We joined the army cadets for the first year, and then we were
asked to decide which of the three cadet services we wished to
join. Hello, Sailor! I joined the Navy. There was discipline,
but it was fun. We learned a hell of a lot, much of it about
ourselves. Trained to dismantle and re-assemble weapons in so
many seconds, and to become skilled marksmen, we all learned
to respect those weapons, and we knew exactly of what they
were capable.
But it is not all weapons, there is a hell of a lot of
character building that comes with cadet training. With one
single period along with a double period weekly where we
learned all about such things as semaphore, Morse code,
drilling, sailing, rowing, buoys and bells, and how to
correctly tie knots etc, we looked forward to the annual
fortnightly camping trips in the summer holidays, and the
field trips throughout term where we could put everything we
had learned to the test.
We sailed on all kinds of ships, sailed to many places,
visited many naval establishments, and stayed at some of them
- we even "drove" the Isle of White ferry on one excursion -
and we all had an absolutely wonderful time. We were a proud
unit, and we had all the camaraderie you might expect. Isn't
that far better found in a cadet force than in a drunken
street gang?
Out of the almost one hundred in my year, only one joined the
army, and two joined the airforce. None of us joined the navy
- although I did go Merchant Navy for a while much later. On
those results one could never argue it was an underhand way of
enticing people into our armed services. It is obviously not.
But it is a damn good, healthy and enjoyable way of spending
some of your teenage years. The opportunity to do all that I
did should be made available in EVERY senior school.
None of us went
around stabbing people. Our parents and our schools made us
into decent citizens - but then they didn't have to contend
with this government and the stupid cronies it listens to!
I'm off to splice the mainbrace - see you all next time my
hearties!
"The Bitch!" 10/04/08.
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Who loves you, Baby? Not us!
Well Darlings,
As desperate as it
might appear, is it possible that Labour may replace Gordon
Brown before the next General Election? Could the country be
that fortunate? With their poll ratings the lowest now for
more than 15 years, news on the economy and the credit crunch
becoming worse by the day, the fury over the abolition of the
10p tax rate where the poorest are hit the hardest and need to
go cap in hand begging to see if they qualify for some tax
credit (and many don't!), and the housing market on the brink
of plummeting - it cannot survive as it is without the
first-time buyers who, unable to secure realistically
affordable mortgages, are few today - there is an ever-growing
army of people unhappy with him within both the party and
government.
Some say changing
their leader now when the General Election is only a couple of
years away would be suicidal for the party; others that to
keep someone so incapable of leadership to take them into that
election equally as suicidal. I think the two sides are pretty
evenly matched at the moment - but I doubt they will be after
the local elections in May. For the government to penalise
some of the poorest people we have, whilst rewarding some of
the richest, and at a time when price rises are crippling so
many people, cannot and will not be forgiven at the ballot
box.
When the puppet
answers back, then we all know there is a madness in the air -
and it isn't us! Gordon Brown's most senior Cabinet colleague,
Alistair Darling, the puppet Chancellor of the Exchequer, has
dismissed the credit crunch and economic uncertainty as being
the reason for the government's unpopularity, and in a
(deliberately?) poorly concealed attack on Gordon Brown
stated: "We have got to make sure that in other areas we
sharpen ourselves up, that we have a clear message of what we
are about."
The in-fighting has
already started. So much so that even Downing Street has seen
the need to come out publicly in an attempt to play down
Alistair Darling's remarks by putting a different spin on his
words.
Gordon Brown faces
little short of a mutiny in the House of Commons when the The
Finance Bill comes before Parliament next week. The 10p tax
rate is the one of the biggest grievances on the doorsteps,
and at least 70 Labour MPs fearful of losing their seats over
it in an annihilation have already signed up to oppose it.
That number is expected to grow as more and more MPs discover
just how vehement the electorate is over this matter - even
hardened Labour supporters are openly declaring they won't be
voting Labour at the local elections, preferring to being able
to live with their consciences by abstaining.
These are the people
of principle - the real Labour, as opposed to the new Labour,
voters. Some are also the pensioners of all persuasions,
hardly considered these days. Those prudent people who managed
to get by on less money in order to put something aside for
their retirement years, only to see Gordon Brown rob their
pension funds of billions of pounds on coming to power, and
who now face being taxed on those pensions again at 20p in the
pound, when in such circumstances even the 10p in the pound is
daylight robbery!
Many Labour
supporters are today openly being critical of Gordon Brown,
but the the remark that might never be topped has to be
attributed to Lord Desai who, when revealing that the plotting
had already begun over Brown's replacement, said: "Gordon
Brown was put on earth to remind people how good Tony Blair
was."
Priceless! Tony's
ego must have shot off the scale on hearing that one!
What does Gordon
Brown think of all this furore? He doesn't. He has simply been
most annoyed that something so petty should overshadow his
speech in America. Who loves you, Baby? Not us!
Other things: with
the Terminal 5 Song getting more than 1,000 hits a day on
YouTube, being played on the radio, and having every chance of
being released as a single, we're told the terminal's chief
executive, Willie Walsh, has said he will "not walk away" over
the luggage fiasco. Could that be: not until his briefcase
turns up?
Some news the
government would rather you didn't know about: so many
qualified teachers have been leaving the profession since
1997, that the number of unqualified teachers teaching the
kids in our schools today has risen by 500%. Two-thirds of
these teachers have been hired from overseas.
"Hellow Chilldren.
Tooday we's gonna lurn sum arifmetick!" It all adds up,
doesn't it?
And finally, when
romantic Michael Leventhal, a London publisher, was told the
single 4" birthday cake candle could not be lit on the
birthday cake he wished to surprise his companion with when
she was least expecting it at the longest champagne bar in
Europe within the new St Pancras station - whose 96-metre bar
has been promoted as being a perfect meeting place for lovers
- because of Health & Safety reasons, you may have thought
you'd seen the ultimate in stupidity. Not so.
I've just heard on
our local news of a council banning kids from playing
hopscotch in the street. Hopscotch is a centuries-old healthy
outdoor pursuit - and God knows our kids need a few more of
them! The council say because of Health & Safety rules, and
their responsibility for maintaining public safety on the
streets, the very wide footpath shown was too narrow and
people might have to step into the road to avoid the children
playing.
Excuse me! Wouldn't
a simple "Excuse me," suffice, just the same as it would have
to be used were a group of mothers having a chinwag on the
pavement? Plainly from the film the footpath was not too
narrow. Equally as plainly was the biggest threat to public
safety there was the deplorable state of repair of that
footpath!
Isn't it about time
we did something about our councils and Health & Safety? Today
should we talk of "Health & Safety" when referring to health
and safety we are at risk of creating an oxymoron - just like
combining "leadership" with Gordon Brown in the same
sentence!
"The Bitch!"
18/04/08.
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The Cure For All Our Woes!
Well Darlings,
If you haven't got the money to pay for your ticket on our
railways, it matters not. That is, it matters not if your name
is Tony Blair. Whereas the poor could find themselves being
heavily penalised in such circumstances, it seems our former
prime minister who has earned around £500,000 with his verbal
diarrhoea since leaving office last June (God! Is that all?
Doesn't Gordon Brown make it seem so much longer!) was allowed
to travel free of charge when he explained the money an aide
had given him was no longer in his pocket.
I have to ask: was anybody surprised it wasn't there? He had
his hands on a whole nation's money once, and nobody knows
where all that went either!
As well as being the Middle East envoy for the international
Quartet - consisting of the European Union, Russia, the United
Nations, and the United States - Blair also strings along
profiting from being a part-time advisor to the Wall Street
bank: JP Morgan, and the Swiss company: Zurich Financial
Services. When such a man can't put his hands on £24.50 for a
train fare, I'm thinking the credit crunch must be getting
really bad!
Such is British justice that whilst the rich may be excused
from stealing a train ride, a couple of guys on a boozy night
out are each having to suffer doing 120 hours of community
service and paying a fine of £350 for their late-night swim in
the English Channel. They were charged with: intentionally or
recklessly disturbing a wild animal -- the local tourist
attraction: Dave the dolphin.
Unbelievably, "experts" were called in to court to say whether
or not, in their opinion, the dolphin had been disturbed by
the men. It's the kind of stuff April Fool stories are made
of, isn't it? I am amazed such rubbish is allowed to take up
valuable time in our courts. Show me a dolphin that can't
out-swim any man, especially a drunken one, and easily get
away from him if it is unhappy. It's a pity that dolphin was
Dave - Flipper would have got these guys off with a simple
"drunk and disorderly" in no time at all, and at a fraction of
the cost!
Whilst the latest official figures show a 6% (12% if you take
the police figures) drop in overall crime - figures that
nobody in their right mind believe - we learn that the number
of prisoners in England and Wales has reached a new all-time
high. As that number is made up of those criminals who have
been caught for their crimes with most of them occurring
within the time of those official crime statistics, and as
crime detection is only a fraction of all crimes committed,
how come the prison population is still growing? Less crimes
being committed should equal less prisoners.
Many of Blackpool's hard-hit small hoteliers are already up in
arms about the whole prison fiasco. It is government-backed
unfair competition. Only a few of the small hotels here are
able to regularly provide breakfast in bed for their guests,
and not all of them can afford multi-channel Sky television to
be piped into every room. As for the sports facilities, most
are at their limit with orchestrated single stair-stepping,
the state of the art gymnasiums are beyond them. And in regard
to the entertainment provided by ladies of the night in
prison, the best you'll find in any Blackpool hotel I've
visited is a bit of a sing-along. Attempts are often made, I
know, but regrettably our guests cannot even find their drugs
here on the street corners anywhere near as cheap as they can
in prison. Tell me: how is the poor hotelier expected to
survive and make a living these days when the government can
provide such a paradise - and all for free?
Maybe those crime figures are correct after all - it could be
that half of the inmates are simply people taking their
holidays. I mean, we now have the evidence, don't we? People
have been seen to be getting into prison as easily as putting
a ladder up against the boundary wall and hopping over. They
can't all be delivering pizzas!
Full or not, it seems there are still some dedicated to trying
to squeeze a few more into our jails. Stuart Kennedy, a police
strip-o-gram guy with the stage name of "Sergeant Eros", was
arrested last year by two female plain-clothes officers who,
after watching his act, charged him with impersonating a
police officer and for having an offensive weapon in public
without reasonable excuse. Thankfully common sense has
prevailed as an appeal court in Edinburgh has backed the
original decision by a lower court judge and thrown out the
case. Perhaps now the police should be looking for a
reasonable excuse for having their own offensive weapons in
public - those two police women. This is yet another case of
time and public money being wasted on pettiness, whilst the
nation lives in fear of the real crimes encountered daily on
the streets.
Finally, possibly some good news for the dance-crazed
drug-lovers regularly frisked for their recreational
enhancements at our nightclubs. Tests are currently being
conducted on using the drug Ecstasy as a treatment for
conflict-linked post-traumatic disorders. If the results are
found favourable the treatment could possibly be expanded to
cover many other kinds of stresses and traumas. A
well-performed theatrical: "I cant cope!" swooned Marlene
Dietrich style in front of an MD might one day be all that is
needed to guarantee a supply of MDMA, and a "doctor's note" to
say it is legally prescribed. Oh, Mother! Anyone know of
a doctor with a decent balcony? It could be the cure for
everything!
"It’s the friends you can call up at four a.m. that matter." -
Marlene Dietrich (1901 - 1992).
"The Bitch!" 25/04/08.
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