What Did They Think Of His Show?

Well Gordon seems pleased with his new look.
Must be a dream come true.

The Party Line.

There is a large and virulent caucus of people in this country that wait for the cue of a government soundbite then start chattering, like chickens in a shed where somebody has set off a firework.
They are dispersed among us like the evangelical emissaries of the anti-Christ, and one of their most common boasts on behalf of New Labour is that we have had ten uninterrupted years of growth, and Gordon Brown has put an end to boom'n'bust.

The truth is somewhat different.
It has taken seven whole years for share prices to even approach levels to be found before 2000.

There is a gaping hole in the pension provisions of millions due to Gordon confiscating the funds.

The run on Northern Rock was the first run on a British bank for 140 years.

The economy is like my car; it is clapped out, and hasn't been serviced recently.
They are both going to break down.
The car will be repaired or replaced.
The British economy will resume the downward spiral of the sixties and seventies.(I'm backing Britain anyone?)
But will we notice?
Not at first.
Because we are relying on Red China to entrap us into reverse balances with ever cheaper material goods to keep the population docile, and by the time we notice, they hope to have us by the balls.

Arty Conference Season.

GIMP photo editor is like photoshop but free.
This is my first attempt.
Won't somebody please think of the children?
Volleyball anybody?

Party Conference Season.

Is that Harriet Harman I see there?
Or Shirley Williams when she was younger?
At least a few of the party members get the joke.
But they just aren't telling.

Nuff Said.

Photoshop, anybody?
Incidentally, within the past two days, the Labour Party Website has gone from "Ask us a question.."(Ve vill give ze answers!) to "Discuss."
I don't know whether I should. They still want my house number and post code.
Filth.
No but wait.
Give me all the Labour Party Member house numbers and postcodes, and I'll give you one of mine.
No.
Didn't think so.
Meanwhile I hope you realise that these creatures, trawling for the names and addresses of potential resistors, are not the government, not even the government.
They are members of a private organisation that has done more for fascism in the past ten years than Mussolini did in thirty. They are now arrogating unto themselves the information gathering activities of state organisations for the purposes of preserving their stranglehold on government, which will give them a stranglehold on you and I for the benefit of their assinine, petty ambitions.
The only grand scale thing about them is the scale of the destruction they wreak, rather like Space Invaders of old, eating away at our shelters, leaving us nowhere to run.
They are preparing but quietly for a putsch.
But only as a last resort, naturally.

DON'T PLAY THEIR GAME.

Say What?

Reports coming in from Dorset Central News Agency confirm that the idea has been mooted in the US Congress that whichever candidate wins the US presidential elections be made personally accountable for the National Debt.
It is expected that all the official candidates will either leave the country immediately to avoid being elected, or they will declare bankruptcy and file under Chapter 11 as soon as they are elected.
Either way, the Republic of Dorset wholeheartedly concurs with this new policy.

Too True Motherfuckers.

“We sternly warn the Taiwan authorities not to play with fire,” Li Weiyi, a spokesman for the Taiwan Affairs Office of the State Council, told a regular news briefing on Wednesday, according to a report carried by the official Xinhua news agency. “Whoever plays with fire will get burned.”

I can hardly wait to see these communist bastards burn.

Simply The Best.

The Tom Brown pub in Dorchester High street.
Sorry, no pictures today, I was crying too much at the beauty of the pint of beer I had.
It was house-brewed 'Tom Brown Bitter', 4%, flat as a pancake and quite simply one of the best jars of beer I have ever tasted.
That was before the food; I ordered the Ploughman's Lunch.
I received a platter, with two generous baguettes, fresh, sweet and warm like a Dorset maiden's thighs, with fresh butter in a dish, fresh tomato and lettuce with Spring Onions and celery, and a tub of beer-chutney. Also half an apple, fancy cut.
Also coleslaw so new it stung.
The cheese was locally produced hard goat's cheese, which I had chosen from four local cheeses; last time I had the Dorset Coast Cheddar.
For half an hour I was too moved to speak.
I've never tasted anything like it.
So remember, if you are ever in Dorchester, go to The Tom Brown.
And if you are ever in Dorset, go to Dorchester!

HMS Achilles!

'She played herself in the film'
I could never understand why the ship in the movie only had three turrets; apparently one was bombed out later in the Pacific War.
The ship didn't actually get scrapped until 1978.
You'd think the buggers would have hung onto her by then.
I mean she would have practically been an institution.
Would it have killed them?

Good old Auntie!

The BBC is at least telling us what is landing on its doorstep.

Other Bastards.

Type 'Burma Blog' or 'Myanmar Blog' into Google, and you will find?
Absolutely fuck all.
But we are constantly told of the 'vital role' blogs are playing.
We just can't go and look ourselves.
Some pinstriped cunts are trying to keep a lid on this.
Freedom is infectious don't y' know.

Bastards.

The bastards aren't stopping according to the NewYork Times. Of course, China was a far away place that took a chance once Ronnie and Maggie were history, and now also Burma feels safe; nobody will touch them.
Ronnie wouldn't have stood for it.

Bastards.

Bastards!

Who Said.......

The British couldn't be cool?
I'm currently watching 'Battle Of The River Plate'.
Four fucking actual,genuine cruisers, including one that was there, and the best stars of the British Nation at the time, even (in a bit part) Patrick McNee('John Steed').
This is an awesome film, and anything today would be a pathetic CGI fake.
Four heavy cruisers, shooting like hell and being shot to bits!
And that doesn 't even include the sets.
Never let it be forgotten that once, this was a COUNTRY!

Who Said......

Germans can't be cool?

The Telegraph Is Gone; Yes, It's Probably Personal..

I scrapped my link to the Telegraph.
They don't publish my comments.
Back in the days of snail mail they used to get my letters and ignore them, probably saying 'Oh no, it's him again."
Thing is, in this crappy little country, crappy little people at crappy organisations love to hold grudges, long and hard, usually over reasons which are entirely one-sided and delusional; but when the Telegraph publishes dozens of rude remarks, but not my rude remarks, something is going on.

So the crap can stew in its own stagnant cess pool.
I haven't bought it for years and now I won't bother reading it either.
I only used to go there for 'Alex', and they lifted that from Rupert Murdoch's 'London Daily' after the Evening sub-Standard sank it with deeper pockets.
(Back in the 80s-you might recall).
Anyway, good riddance to bad rubbish.
If they have to censor me then it's only the fear that's holding them up.

Why Facebook Is Crap.

Facebook- a harmless little site where friends can meet.
Facebook- the next big thing.
Facebook-demands more and more of your personal data, your phone numbers etc.

Facebook. Sick of it yet?
When you are sick of it, you can de-activate(not remove)your account, but only after giving excuses in a multi-choice interrogation where pressing 'ok' gets you a load of argument about why you should stay.
It is invidious.
Facebook go to hell.

Through A Brewery, Darkly.

The 'Whirlpool' chamber which separates out the sediment from the Mash;


The touch-screen control panel; very modern for the New Forest.

Fermentation tanks;

A pint of the real stuff, best bitter I believe, or was it delicious 'Huffkin'?



Thatcher's Cider.Maggie's Revenge?

The Mash Tub.


The Ringwood Boar; 80% of North American 'Craft Beers' use Ringwood Yeast!


These were the scenes at local brewery, Ringwood.

The Prophilactic Nation.

As I sit here watching carelessly, mindlessly, fat UAW members picketing General Motors- over healthcare, allegedly, and at a time when this 'issue' is being promoted by various faggot-left politicians in America-I am minded of my own situation here in England.
Last weekend I took an expeditionary trip back North, another three days of my life blighted by association with the sites of so much misery, and found that to actually get anywhere, when one wants to get anywhere, is almost impossible.

For example, I pulled into a trio of empty parking spaces at a garage I use halfway up.
Within a minute some jerk parked dangerously and unnecessarily close to me, and when I finally was starting to reverse out, an idiot pedestrian strolled out and stood with his back to me. It's instinctive, possibly even subliminal and subconscious.

The driving delays were almost entirely due to the stupidity of the traffic, rather than the weight; for example, there was a fifty mile tailback on the M1 North-bound, allegedly over four miles or less of fifty mph restriction near Sheffield.

Once through this the 'traffic' vanished.
And I came up with the following theory:
large numbers of stupid people behave like antibodies in the bloodstream of a nation, a world, a life, except that they gather round the healthy cells and surround them to preserve the evil infection that has given them purpose.

In other words, the disease is running the immune system, and we the living are the intruders in this world of schlerosis.

Ecological Disaster.

A giant oil slick was spotted in the channel near Bournemouth today.
Apparently Gordon Brown and the Labour Party had been bathing near the promenade.