"If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or your arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen."

Sunday, 28 April 2013

A Wanderer Has Far To Go

Well, it's taken some time but I'm finally moving on Thursday and since I love the English seaside, come rain or shine, I'm probably going to one of the best places available to me.

You won't be hearing from me again until 15 or 16 May because that's how long it's going to take BT to arrange an internet and telephone connection at a pathetic 'guaranteed' 2mg.  No doubt that's a blessing in disguise for you because I'll no longer be able to subject you to those musical ear-worms that grip me occasionally.  I just can't stop singing the last one, Benedictus, and I've no idea why.  I woke up one morning about a week ago and there it was, waiting to send me to groundhog day.  Put the kettle on = the wanderer has far to go; stir the saucepan =humble must he always be; washing up = where the paths of wisdom lead; brushing my teeth = fortune and goodwill will surely follow him.  On and on and on.  Guess what the first piece of music will be when I'm in my new home and I've unpacked the LPs?

Apart from lack of wifi and a telephone the other downside is that I'm rather miffed at missing out on my vote in the local elections.  The Council comprises a fairly equal mix of Conservatives and LibDems, as you'd expect: the news that we are a nation in crisis hasn't yet reached Torbay.

The good news is that the current MP, LibDem Adrian Sanders, has a majority of only 4,000+ - taken from the Conservatives (Rupert Allason) in 1997.  Sanders has a lovely wife, Alison, whom he pays to be his Constituency Secretary and I look forward to making her acquaintance at some point.

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The best news of all (*sarc on*) is that we have a Local Democracy Week when youngsters can go along and be taught about modern governance.

Here's another happy chappie who thinks Localism and the Big Society is a good idea in its present format: Gordon Oliver, Mayor of Torbay.

The worst thing about Torbay?   Torbay takes the Devil's Shilling. It's just another English region of the EU with its hand out-stretched begging to be given back a portion of the money it's already paid in taxes, via VAT, and EU 'contributions'.

I hope you've caught a flavour of the local politics I'm moving into - it's a far cry from London and a totally different political environment.  Work needs to be done.

I may or may not be back here: there's much to do in the house, the first being to get my garden growing - a girl needs to eat more than ginger-nuts after all.  I think I may hit the chickens on the head, metaphorically-speaking, on grounds of space and cost but we'll see; I'm still quite hopeful of  being able to take on three or four rescued battery hens.

Whatever happens to the blog, I thank all of you for commenting, listening, putting up with me and  following over these past few years. A benedictus to you all :)

If you don't find me here, you'll find me HERE.

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

Friday, 26 April 2013

Tuesday, 23 April 2013

Goodnight Sweeetheart

Happy St George's Day:

The Harrogate Agenda

Check out Niall Warry, once the 'National Office Manager' for UKIP.  The Harrogate Agenda is nothing more than an outlet for vested interests and those who swing whichever way the wind blows.  I may have dreamed it but I'm sure I saw a vision of Richard North holding sway over a round table of favoured acolytes.

Just like 'Referism', the Harrogate Agenda has been overtaken by egos.  It's clear to me that the only protest party that gets results is feet on the street: missiles hurled, confrontation with the police.  Distasteful as that is, I think we've reached a point where nipping off to the kitchen to make a cup of tea is no longer an option.

Get out of the kitchen, face up to your responsibilities. No-one will come.

Monday, 22 April 2013

Now There's Revolution But They Don't Know What They're Fighting

It's the same old same old and we're no further forward now than they were then.

I Didn't Hear The Question

Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

A fraction of the government's conjured-up £130bn to promote house-buying would be better invested in an open and above-board voluntary repatriation scheme overseen by the Home Office together with support for a private company to track down and deport illegals, no questions asked, no HRA invoked. Our problem is not a shortage of housing, primary school places, hospitals: it's a surplus of immigrants.

When a government considers a crazy policy equivalent to carbon off-set to property developers who will be allowed to build anywhere in England in return for some supposed quid pro quo, you know we have problems. When a government seems intent on implementing the Communications Data Bill, despite overwhelming opposition from civil liberties organisations and ordinary people, you know we have problems. Government can't fix these problems because they caused them.

Since all these policies would be the same no matter whether we had a coalition/conservative/labour government and I see similar policies being carried out in other western countries, I can only assume that the requirement to implement such nutjob policies comes from 'higher up'.

Our economy, and our society, has been comprehensively trashed and I'm not a happy bunny. I'm especially not happy when I see that I have only two options open to me to voice my dissent: riot or vote UKIP. We are too fragmented for the first option and UKIP can only address some of the issues, even supposing they sweep the board at the local council elections.

The damage done to the country in the meantime will only be compounded and the damage already inflicted will be consolidated. I don't recognise the place anymore. I used to think it would be better to be a stranger in a strange land than a stranger in my own but I've spent my time abroad and now that I'm home, I'm not going anywhere. It grieves me so see how England has been brought so low and that the majority continue to vote for these devious toads of governments.

PS I forgot a third option: writing a comment in the Daily Telegraph. Meh!

Intimations of Immortality

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight to me did seem apparelled in celestial light: the glory and the freshness of a dream.

It is not now as it hath been of yore; turn wheresoe'er I may, by night or day, the things which I have seen I now can see no more.
The rainbow comes and goes, and lovely is the rose; the moon doth with delight look round her when the heavens are bare;
Waters on a starry night are beautiful and fair; the sunshine is a glorious birth,
But yet I know, where'er I go, that there hath past away a glory from the earth.
Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song and while the young lambs bound as to the tabor's sound, to me alone there came a thought of grief:

Though nothing will bring back the glory of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
[In years that bring the philosophic mind]

The last sentence was omitted from Thatcher's funeral service.

Thursday, 18 April 2013

Moving On

When I listen to a London call-in radio station that used to include black-cab drivers complaining about traffic or housewives complaining to the government about local schools; when it's now home to people with foreign accents complaining about schools, benefits, housing; when I hear Clegg perpetuate the myth of Thatcher's so-called 'society' quote - the one that's always truncated & never considered in its full meaning; when I hear Cameron tell another half-truth; when I see the media reporting it all as truth, I know something has changed.  There has been, like it or not, a seismic shift in the media, our government and our country.

Notwithstanding that Leveson, the media and government cosied-up a long time ago what we have now is a nation of uninformed foreign nationals, foreigners who have been gifted British citizenship and  a rising sector of uneducated State School children and their parents.

Some people say that Thatcher defeated 'the Left' and the Unions but she didn't: they just went underground and spread into our public institutions.

Cameron hasn't yet come to grips with the fake charity groups - those that proclaim charitable status yet take funding from the government, ie money paid in taxation in order to bombard us, via the msm, with their reports. He also welcomes Agenda21, Rio sustainability.

I can't bear reading the news any more but one thing is sure: it can't last.  One day we will either succumb to slavery or we will fight back. I've joked too often about hips, mattresses and barricades but I'm not joking when I say that I believe John Major was the first EU technocrat, a long time before Monti, Draghi et al.

Something in me tells me we have always had a leading role so: should we be patient, sit back and hope the Cameron/Clegg coalition brings it it all crashing down?  Clegg & Cameron are borne and bred eurocentrists and their government introduce policies, later retracted because they don't conform to EU directives - they u-turn and apologise to us but, ultimately, just don't seem to know what they're up against.  Maybe they do? Maybe they should tell us?

The only things they seem capable of approving is to ban fast-food outlets within meters of a school or set up drug-dens in town centrtes, despite the fact that drugs are illegal.  These propositions have come from Local Government, not Central; it's all to do with Regionalisation and giving greater autonomy to local authorities courtesy of the EU and the UN.

I salute those who continue to send out the warning but beyond advising to buy a wind-up radio, a wind-up torch, a stove that runs on zip fire-lighters and a few sachets of SAS survival foodstuffs I can't add to what I've already blogged.

Our system of governance and judiciary, once copied throughout the world, is now unfit for purpose.  It's fake government and it's fake justice.  We shouldn't let ourselves be labelled: not by government not by Unions, not by lobby groups, not by anyone.

Once upon I time I'd just spend hours reading international news and collating headlines with comments for the blog and I expected people would make up their own minds. Now my eyesight is so poor that I can barely type or see more than a foot in front of my face and what I do read makes me hyper-crazy with grief and anger at what we have become.

I know it seems stupid to say but our fields aren't in Belgium, our fields are in England and the fighting ground is in our own districts, our own Local Authorities.  We've been infiltrated and we must fight back so laugh and mock all you like: there is an element in the English psyche that will fight to the death to defend England, its history and what it means to us.

I think England is losing the battle at the moment - it's almost too late to fight back via the ballot box.  From the outset tptb have known that it will come down to a fight between those who know the truth and those who still believe in the integrity of the State.

I've written a lot of truth tonight without the usual link back-up and there are grains of nonsense but it will come down to a fight between, not Left/Right, but government/people.  Think of that next time you vote.

Cameron apparently said: We're all Thatcherite now.  If he truly said it then I can't think of a better reason to vote UKIP with all its faults because we have nothing left to lose.

Went The Day Well

Tuesday, 16 April 2013

Just Because

No-one will come, neither Sam Cooke nor the LibLabCon.

Saturday, 13 April 2013

Demob Happy

My music, my books; I can't tell you what it means to me to be moving in two weeks' time.  After two years in a mental prison the likes of Chris Huhne will never know, I'll get my Sam Cooke, Blind Lemon Jefferson, Cecilia Bartoli, the Vienna Philharmonic - all my books, all my music - everything will be returned to me.

Friday, 12 April 2013

A Pre-emptive Hands Up: I Apologise

I just get so tired of being told what to think, say and do; how to act, what to eat, what's acceptable to the collective and what isn't.  I'm tired of the historical revisionism to accommodate the sensibilities of incomers, the influx of visitors and immigrants to this country who know nothing of our manners, customs or language.

We British used to be tolerant and accepting - we praised eccentricity and difference - and we had the greatest gift of all: that of being able to laugh at ourselves.

It's all gone now. Common Purpose, together with the Fabians, is the Left's nigger in the woodpile* and they've made us a nation of petty, small-minded, envious, critical whingers who think that commenting in an online newspaper is enough to bring down a government.  These softies don't know they're born; somehow we must show the government that we won't be easily down-trodden or beaten.

*If it's good enough for a Peer, it's good enough for me.

Just for the record, this was a phrase in fairly common usage when I was young but in Yorkshire it translated to 'nigger in the coal-hole'. It means something that can't be seen directly and will surprise us.  Personally, I think 'niggers' everywhere should celebrate: they've given us the perfect phrase to describe our democracy and Cameron's relationship with the EU.  It's time to let go of the old, fostered interests with chips on both shoulders.

Language is important; don't let lobby groups and fake charities with a vested interest take it away from us and dictate government policy.  What the Unions were to the 70s, the lobbyists and charities are to this decade.  These taxpayer-funded groups make victims of us all.

An inquiry into the organisation known as Common Purpose - e-petitions

An inquiry into the organisation known as Common Purpose - e-petitions

Yes, I know  it's yet another petition that will go nowhere but, what the heck, sign it anyway while the threshold for consideration for debate in the HoC is still 100,000.  Just like the EC, our government has realised that people feel strongly about certain issues and that these e-petitions can reach 100,000 very easily.  That's why they want to raise the lower limit.  Sign it now, while it still only takes 100,000.

For more reading go to:  Stop Common Purpose

Monday, 8 April 2013

Margaret Thatcher 1925-2013 RIP

Very saddened to learn of the passing of this courageous woman who brought the country back from the brink of catastrophic decline in 1979.  A true Briton.

Daily Telegraph

Sunday, 7 April 2013


I've been blogging infrequently of late and when l I get down to Torquay at the end of the month technology will be out of my control: there's an intermittent internet connection and no mobile phone connection because of the hills and the cliffs

We'll meet again.

Serious Sunday

Londoners take precautionary measures as the Thames Barrier fails:

Transport for London refutes claims that overcrowding is a problem:

Cameron's Big Society message takes off in Tower Hamlets:

A food processing factory in Somerset takes delivery of organic beef fillet steak:

The Great London Fun Run: Just shout, "Allah is a tosser" and off we go.

The BNP Fun Run: A muslim has died whilst training to be a skydiver. The BNP's School of Diving said they had no idea why his snorkel and flippers failed to open.

It's an unfair world: When a man talks dirty to a woman its considered sexual harassment. When a woman talks dirty to a man it's £3.50 a minute (charges may vary).

If you truly want to be grown-up-serious then read THIS. It's being reported that the Portuguese government could fall after the Constitutional Court ruled austerity measures 'unlawful'.

I wonder if the Portuguese Constitutional Court has the same remit as our Supreme Court.  A great deal of constitutional change and damage to our country took place under  the Blair and Brown governments - we must never forget and never forgive.

I'll be glad to leave London behind (I was born in Yorkshire so it holds nothing for me apart from my children, whom I'll miss very much but the devil is driving).  London is nothing to the rest of England now; it's completely separate and anomalous - a state within a state.  London has openly reverted to its original status: own laws, own police force, own chosen people.  It doesn't deserve to be the Capital of England and, despite the meme going around that we deserve the government we get, we don't.  Really we don't.

All we did was trust.  It's easy to laugh and deride voters now but we didn't walk in their times and it's unfair to judge them by today's mores and standards.  They'd been through two world-wide wars in under forty years and the death toll was terrible: households throughout the country were without husbands and sons.  The wars had a devastating effect on the socio-political context of our country.

In some ways, what makes it worse is people's increasing ignorance of history.  I heard a chap on the radio last week complaining about the First World War.  He said it should never have been called the Great War because no wars are 'great'.  He didn't know the historical context of 'the war to end all wars' or why it was called the 'Great War' because he is a stranger to these lands, despite having a British passport.

It's time we recovered.  And we would have, had it not been for the piss-poor education of our children at the hands of the State and the widening of benefits under Thatcher when the unemployed were side-lined on the sick-list to benefit official statistics.  Governments since then have only changed departmental names and enlisted more think-tanks and lobby groups to source OUR opinion at our expense.

Smoke, mirrors, mirrors, smoke is all our politicians and media have ever given us.  That and a boatload of foreigners.

Apart from that, all's well: heating off, windows open and London awaits a long, hot Summer.

Monday, 1 April 2013

The Off-Switch

I'm posting this because it's Easter Monday and I've heard nothing all day except angry people. They're angry on the radio, angry in the press, angry on twitter. Everyone is so angry my brain is beginning to jangle.

If you're angry, do something about it: stop believing everything you're told - find out for yourself; stop whingeing; stop writing Dear Sir letters; stop commenting in the online press; stop, dare I say it, blogging unless you have fresh information to impart. These are just diversions and there comes a time when, if you really stand against what you rant about, you'll have to buy a yardstick to measure the width of your mattress and the height of your barricade.

This evening I'm reaching for the off switch - hope you like it too:

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