SPAM David Cameron

 

After a hard week the last thing you wish to do is saunter out to the club for the men's meeting.  However, I managed to make it just the same.  The solitary pint of 'Brown & Mild' would see me through the evening.  I would have had another but the lads glasses were getting low so I hesitated until I was sure they did not wish another, but they looked dry, so I remained seated...

A good evening putting the world to rights, sat alongside good men, even complimented on Sunday's efforts, though nobody could remember what I said.  The Barmaid was happy to have us, there were only 4 others in last night, Monday being the quietest night, which is why we go then, and she told me the week before there was only one in, and he left early to allow her to close up and go off home.    

I got home late.

The shock of David Cameron returning to government, albeit via the Lords, indicates something about the Tory Party today.  It reveals the dearth of talent left on the more sensible side of the party, the word 'sensible' not to be taken to accurately.  It shows the need for a calmer figure to appear, it shows that the baby eating former Home Secretary was a hindrance Sunak was keen to remove.  

This does mean she will seek to replace him, though one voice from the meeting of what is now called the 'New Conservatives,' made clear 20 attended, 7 others on Zoom, and few, if any, had written to the 1922 Committee demanding an election for a new Leader.  The incompetent Neo-Nazi is their front runner!  That said, she may be popular in the party, but independent Polls, that is those not done by the right -wing media, claim she is very unpopular in the country, and that counts with the coup conspirators.

Meanwhile Sunak with his gentler money grabbing chancers is trying to offer something new.

Fat chance.

David Cameron did bring us the Brexit referendum which he lost, war in Libya, austerity through Osborne, and general decline, all because he was fighting Boris Johnson, and not doing his job.  His Lobbying will also cause him troubles.  Some say he cannot be questioned by the House of Commons as he is in the Lords, but surely the ex-ministers, the wide array of talent in that House are far better able to question him than the demented squirrels that represent Labour in the Commons?  David Lammy anyone?

Remembrance 2023: Braintree and Bocking

A long day.

Before 7:30 I was printing of several sheets for today's remembrance at the church.

I was doing the remembrance bit, so I ran off what I had come up with to ensure others knew what I was doing.  Then I had to write the prayer as I also had intercessions to do.  I was not happy with the half hearted manner in which I scribbled them down and printed them off.

I hobbled in dying shoes to church and was greeted as always by pretty young girls (of dubious age). 

Then discussed with the relevant people the organisation of the morning, and collapsed into my seat.

Sadly, there was no Brandy available from the medicine cupboard.

The time came, I done my piece, very nervously, babbling somewhat as the time was not rushing up to the 11 am hour.  I actually called out the memoriam at 10:59, and could see the man trying to play the 'Last Post' checking his watch.

We got through this, adding the national anthem (English), remembering to say 'King' and not 'Queen,' though I did not sing at all, and then I departed back to my place.

Not long after I was again at the front, less nervous, going through what I thought were poor, badly thought out prayers.

Then it was all over.

As I wished to rush home and eat before heading to the Town Remembrance I made for the door.  Three women stopped me, both praising my efforts and taking solace from my words.  There were stories unheard to hear, but I was rushing out.  How I wished I could have stayed and heard them all talk!  Typically these women do not do emails, so I canny find out more!  It will be forgotten next week.

Just after 2pm I was limping around the Gardens watching the service begin.  Having been running around (this is not to be taken literally) all week, and today's efforts at church, I was far from bright and cheery.  Indeed I almost missed the beginning of the service and interrupted everything!

I made no effort to climb up high as I usually do, the shame of falling flat on my face in coming down again put me off somewhat.  So, from a distance I snapped out of focus shots, and tried to find interesting pictures.

Such a shame the autofocus caught the women at the side.  His yawn was what I was looking for.

I browbeat one or two so I could picture their medals.  I want pictures of todays, and recent soldiers on the page so we realise that remembrance is not just about the dead from long ago.  We must remember those serving now, and those who served both between the wars and since 1945.  There are few memorials to them.

As always the Fire Service was represented.  

And as always a strong police presence was to be seen.

The service followed the usual British Legion pattern.  However, I noticed the crowd was well down on last year.  Many come of course, just to see their kid march.  Not all care about the war dead or what they see as wars from long ago.

 

Before it ended my flabby bulk was telling me to go home.  So, I trotted slowly up the hill, up the stairs, and began sorting the pictures.  Some of these I then put in the Braintree & Bocking Great War website, as I had promised the medal wearers.  Naturally it did not work, and much cursing was to be heard before it went up successfully.  I also added to the WW2 version but will finish that one tomorrow.

A young lady from the Sea Cadets came along, reflecting the various organisations many young men and women join before continuing on into the armed forces, if they are up to it.  Even if they do not enlist they will have had a great time for the most part and most likely avoid the dangers of having nothing to do.   

 

So, until next year.

Soldiers, Police and Brownshirts

In the town for a day or two, these Norfolk chaps have been showing off Great War equipment to the natives.  This appears to be a popular activity, many have stopped and chatted as did I.  At this time something like this often occurs, people remember their youth, the war, the neb who served in the small wars following 1945, and often ex-servicemen themselves of more recent years venture out to investigate.  Quiet and peaceful on Friday when I snapped these pics.

The right-wing press have been informing us many are scared to wear the Poppy yet this did not seem to worry the townsfolk here.  The British Legion stall does not appear to concerned about abuse!  I suspect that many will gather tomorrow at the memorial for the annual Remembrance Service.

Elsewhere today the far right attended the Cenotaph to offer protection.  Crying, 'I'm English till I die,' they protected the Cenotaph by barging through the police column, led I am told by Tommy Robinson who soon after fled in a taxi, and fought the police for a considerable time.

Many appear to have attacked the peaceful protest, in which peaceful protesters sought 'death to Israel,' while marching peacefully through the city well away from the Cenotaph.

As I scribble the conflict is still continuing.  Senior police, senior generals, sensible people, have all attacked the cause of this trouble.  She however, is not to be seen or heard.

Suella Braverman is not to be seen, yet her dog-whistles to the 'Brownshirts' of the right have succeeded.  The demand for her to be sacked increases yet many are demanding she remains, the right wing of the Tory party, the 'Faragists' threaten to resign if she goes.  In between is a PM who does not know what to do, is too busy counting his cash, and wishes he was far away in the USA.

What will tomorrow bring?

Poppy Hysteria

Much nonsense has been talked recently re the Poppy.'  More false patriotism from the 'Daily Mail' and her kind.  They claim people are afraid to wear poppies in case they are attacked, they emphasis a man wearing a Para Red Beret, who claimed the Palestinian protesters attacked him in Edinburgh's Waverley Station.  This turned out to be a lie!  Indeed he may be a fraud, but we will see.  Tabloid hysteria finds many who ought to know better demanding 'action.'

With someone suffering mental retardation as Home Secretary, she has been igniting fear and hatred in recent days again, and her paper supporting her and the far-right nutjobs behind her we await a response from the man pretending to be a Prime Minister.  So far, nothing.

It is inevitable that as the Great War and Second World Wars fade from society consciousness it is inevitable that less people will wear or understand the reason for the Poppy.  There may be one or two born before or during the Great War, but they would have to be 109 if they were born in 1914, and I think the oldest person now is 107.  There are many in their 80s and 90s who were born in the period of the second war, but even they are fading away.  Younger generations, born since, say the 1960s on, will have little personal connection, unless they have made a search of the family history.  Certainly many have but the majority will remain distant from these events.  Time passing means this can only continue.  

The great Palestinian march on Saturday will go nowhere near the Cenotaph.  However, the hysteria has meant the police now have to surround the thing with half a dozen men, because Suella says so. 

The real danger may come from those responding to Robinsons call to 'protect the Cenotaph.'  The dead must feel grateful that such wish to protect them.

A Dream of Rishi

 

I have a dream, that is, I have a dream every night.  In fact, just as I wake, the dream leaves an emotional mark upon me.  Often this is pleasing, occasionally it is dark.  The other day, I began scribbling this several days ago, I woke at the end of a dream in which my nephew was trying to move into a block of housing owned by the Chinese.  The Chinese woman in charge was rather indignant with this and somewhat roughly demanded I sorted it out.  She had yellow forms in her hand, line after line of written information showing, and the thought that he wanted 16 houses was somewhere in this dream.  I made it clear his wife would not let this happen, then woke up. 

What does this mean?  

My nephew has not been around for many days, Chinese housing not at all, and the irate woman, well I always find them!  A man on Twitter mentioned his dream in which Simon Sharma put his head around the door asking for 'Foot Cream.'  Where do these dreams originate?  

Now I quite like the good dreams, I wake happy with them, but they do not adhere to reality.  Maybe one day we can catch them on a mobile phone and terrorise the world with them?  This may be where Salvador Dali obtained his ideas...

Once again the Prime Minister has avoided PMQs.  Several times he has hidden himself away in the far distance, and as usual it is to avoid hard questions.  With trouble brewing as Tommy Robinson and his hired thugs gather 'to protect the Cenotaph,' while Palestinian demonstrators gather miles from the Cenotaph and head in a different direction, and Suella Braverman the Home Secretary fizzes and screams that she wants to be PM, Sunak is found missing in action.  

This is a surprise...

Sunday Kids

Sunday was quite good.  This in spite of yet another child baptism, which I disagree with, and a long service to boot.  However, we were all cheered by the  number of children, of various ages, who arrived with the well dressed visitors, almost none of whom knew what to expect.

Once again the front rows were sealed off for the family, once more the older ones knew how to behave, the younger desperate to get out the door.  Consideration from the teens and twenties for either the hosts or the very young couple was lacking.  We are getting used to this.  

However, I enjoyed the kids around us.  Well fed and cared for, the number of biscuits eaten aided this, and all of them happy, even the almost teenage group.  And the locals were all happy today.  Few visitors appeared interested in what went on, but we were willing to explain.  The locals here are good.

Sometimes I almost feel welcomed amongst them!

 

This comes to mind more and more.  The many indications that Suella will ban most protests increases, this means Scots protests will increase in spite of this, and all this to stop the Palestinian protests, because the friendly Israeli's are paying them, maybe?  She wants to stop charities giving tents to the homeless, in winter, and would like to get votes from the 'Daily mail' reader who supports her Nazi leanings.  Many of them would love to wear their 'Blackshirts' once again. 

The next election will be within a year, I am expecting an 'emergency situation' in which this is postponed and a 'National Government' takes over.

 

Remembrance

In a weeks time we have the remembrance services throughout the UK.  Once again i note politicians on the right making use of the Poppy to infer they are patriotic, meaning of course you are not.  What a short time ago was a poppy to remember the war dead by has now become, since Brexit and the independence debate, an item of 'British,' that is 'English,' nationalism.  The Brexiteers make use of this and boast about 'standing alone.'  This of course ignores the support of Canada, Australia, New Zealand, India, South Africa and others, and implies 'English' superiority and ignores the war on the ground was actually won by the Soviet Union!

Already we see memorials which are more about 'us' than about 'them.'  Flag waving, poppy masses, exhibitions rather than remembrance, and a demand for all to wear a poppy or be hounded by the loyal patriots, usually all right-wing tabloid readers.

Remembrance ought to be about remembering the war dead of two major wars and many lesser conflicts since.  This requires a few minutes silence, a short parade, and then making every effort to see an end to other wars.  Few move beyond the short silence.  

Matters are not helped by the propaganda easing out of the press supporting Israel, and informing Jews that they are not safe of the UKs streets.  Nonsense of course, but many will fear because of this.  This is merely a way of opposing those who support Palestinians and wish to see an end of the slaughter, and slaughter it is.  There is little care for civilians in Gaza by the Israeli's.  

Fear and division in the UK is seen as a desperate way to get votes for the corrupt Tory government.  The idea of popular policies developing the nation is put aside for Boris type finger pointing and fearmongering.  A sure winner.

The human side of the Israel situation does not look good.  We have covered the biblical idea of the world ending when Israel is surrounded by enemies.  This situation can only hasten nations which now support Israel being taken over by those whom do not.  A clear understanding is required, and I do not have it!  Next Sunday I am doing prayers.  This would be simple before, but not now.  I wonder what I will be saying?

Bay Evening Jeremy Mann

A Boris Storm

It comes as no surprise to note that the Covid Inquiry has been informed that the Prime Minister, one Boris Johnson, was inept, incompetent, and willing to let old people die if it saved money.  It also comes as no surprise to note the right-wing press are not mentioning this today, instead attacking Cummings, the one time aid to Johnson, who revealed what we already had discovered from the civil servants who spoke in the days previous.

The message is Boris and Sunak had no idea what to do, money was more important, wise medical information ignored or despised, and Hancock, the Health Secretary, was considered by all around as worse than they.  

None of this is a surprise, we knew this at the time, yet the media who also knew this kept quiet then and act surprised now.  I look forward to someone brining a 'manslaughter charge' on them all.

Another stupidly named storm is approaching the land.  Panic is being announced in the media, local councils are preparing for the worst, warnings abound re possible occurrences of wind, rain, flood, and mass destruction.

It's almost as if we have never had a storm before.

Before storms had to be named, and who's idea was that?  Before then the radio or TV man would tell us a storm was approaching, possibly 'Storm force 8 or worse,' and life went on.  Now we must panic in case a storm arrives and the 'Daily Mail' and other tabloids have a chance to attack the weatherman for not warning us that storms arrive during the year as they have done for thousands of years!

I may respond by staying in bed.

Rebel Church This Week

We rebelled yesterday.  The united service with our fellow church was on.  We did not go!  

The other church is High Church, all liturgy and candles.  Our church is Low, very Low, but not Low enough for me.  

An idea was formed that we would meet at our place, in spite of the united meeting.  So we did.

Several mentioned this idea, and five of us arrived to see it out.

One or two would have been there had they not been involved elsewhere.  So we few, we happy few, sat and yacked for a while.  It was not great, we had no organiser, and next time, in six months time, we may do the same again.  However, we will be better organised.

This rebelling is tiring.  It involves thinking, and this tires me these days.  However, the wee meet was good for me and left me happy for most of the day.  I even survived two football matches happily, in spite of referees.

Nothing else happened...

Xmas Shopping Already

I have done some preliminary online searching, too early to actually buy things, and also accidentally ordered some books for myself.  These things happen.  At one and the same time I am attempting to live a more frugal life while searching for 'shiny things' for others Xmas.  This I find awkward.  Less will be spent this year than last, and more basic things will be obtained, after the complaints last time!  

This morning, having returned from Sainsburys I waited until the stalls were out to take a look at the magnificent market today.  I wandered about, pausing only to buy sausages and bits of chicken from the proper butcher, and carried my expensive load around the stalls, successfully buying nothing.

This was because almost all the goods on display, mostly hand made, were not in anyway connected to what I desired.  In fact the one stall I looked for, he sells old toys, cars in boxes, and odd stuff, was not there today.  Possibly in jail for handling stolen goods, like old toys, cars in boxes and odd stuff I expect.

I limped home slowly, sorted the meat into bags and filled the freezer.  No more pies bar the yuckie  supermarket ones now.  Butchers sausages at least will be healthier than those mass produced.  I asked the girls if they had gone out to find the 'wild mushrooms' in the 'wild mushroom and other spicy stuff' sausages.  'Yes,' they said, 'We went searching through the week for them.'  Liars!

Now, with the 'Clintons' card shop closed I have to search for cards also.  I despise W. H. Smiths, a terrible shop, and avoid it when I can, but no other shop here offers decent cards.  One offers cheap tat and rude cards, but they are rarely funny or worth the cash.  I may just make my own.  Fold an A4 sheet with a pattern on it and use that.  Cheap and easy.  

Friday Fussing

I am irked by so many things today.

It's bad enough the tech problems with the mobile phone: I phoned someone and found his face staring at me.  I still don't know how I managed this!  The phone switched itself on as I was seeking the number and off as I tried to switch off.  Bah!

A radio programme featured a middle class woman offering feminist baloney.  She said 'Women are expected to be sweet and quiet and out of the way.'  I nearly swore.  This is the basis of feminism, imaginary women who never existed justifies the well to do in there wishful thinking.  When I heard this I thought of my mum and her sisters who lived through two wars, a mining strike 6 months long, cheap passage to Australia for some of them and a new life, and bringing up kids decently on no money and just 'getting on with it.'  Many still do this today.  Yet this woman, not married or attached obviously, thinks she is suffering!  You can bet she looks down her nose at the girls on the checkout.

Have you ever heard of a woman who sits 'quietly and out of the way?'  Neither have I.

This one ought to have been strung up.

Kate, Williams bint, is in my view the power in the marriage.  This comes from her pushy parents, who have just seen one of their money making schemes die owing £2.6 million.  How can they get away with this?  Is this the first time they have failed?  Their house costs £5 million, why do they not sell it and pay their debtors?  Or ask Kate for the cash, she has plenty waste now.

The wealthier you are, the less you pay...

I am amazed that Rishi Sunak, the Prime Minister, cannot find the many phones he uses containing 'WhatsApp' messages from the period of the Covid Lockdown.  Amazing that Simon Case, the Cabinet Secretary, has gone sick just before his appearance at the Covid inquiry, that Boris could only hand over his phone, with bits redacted, if he has indeed handed over his phone.  I find all this amazing that at the top level of government there is so much incompetence.  Or should I be amazed considering the liars involved?   

Bees

Every day I have to rise from my chair and open the window to allow this man and his mates out.

Outside the back window appears to be a hive, just under the roof, and these men, returning from the hunting trip, often fly in my back window while hovering around attempting to enter the hive.  Each day I find seven or eight tired old Bees attempting to leave by the front window.   But how do they get in?

Because of them I only open the window when standing there, but every so often a Bee is seen floundering around the window pane.  I have learned to wait.  I leave him for an hour or so and when I rise there are often two or three hanging around. 

But how do they get in?

Are they coming from the other room?  But that is far from the hive.  I suspect they fly in when I am not looking, either head for the window, or as most look very tired and near their end, fall on the floor or hide in a curtain.  I found one on the floor, one on a wine glass, and one on the rear window this morning, so I think they must be hiding until fit enough to fly.  Poor things, we need them but take away their plants and allow chemicals which kill them to be used in the UK, but not the EU.  Another Brexit benefit.

 

This is quite long but worth a listen.

Monday Moping

 

Every time I log on at the moment I get an extra browser page.  Microsoft offering me an expensive and unwanted 'Outlook' when I already have similar and find I do not require most of what is there now.

'AdBlockPlus' tell me they have updated and I can contribute on this page.  I like this, and sometimes contribute when I can.  It is a good way to block ads on laptops.  This does not work on mobile phones unfortunately.  'Mozilla' itself logs on to tell me the name is changing from 'Firefox.'  They also tell me how to stop their ads appearing, which is good.  'Open Source' is always good.

The problem with all this is that the new additions are always larger than previous.  This means when operating sometimes things clash, and dead screens appear.  Facebook is appalling for having too much space, mostly for things I do not want, or to grab all my information.  

It also becomes a problem when the numpty working the laptop does not know what he is doing.   

This is a position I have often found myself in.  I am becoming confused between different log-on's. This is because many are the same colour and I canny change them.  So , I click the blue one just to unclick it and click the other blue one over there.  Why can there not be more variety in the colours?  Bah!  

The cables do not help.  I have several black cables, and I had to try them all before I found the right one, the one already in the laptop, to fill the battery of the Kindle.  I have them all hanging from the tree beside me now.  I may join them if this continues!

So it goes on.  Artillery from the border, bombs from aircraft, rockets from far off.  Around 5000 dead in Gaza, all terrorists I expect, and a couple of thousand dead in Israel itself.  Over 300 soldiers apparently included.

So what do we do?

Has God returned the Jews to the land he gave them?  Are Palestinians living out an age old enmity with God?  What about the Christian ones among them?  The third oldest known church has been hit by Israel, erected around 425 AD, yet not safe, many killed.  

If the land invasion goes ahead thousands will die, including the Israeli armed forces.  Iran may attempt to get involved via proxy.  Others by negotiation.  The whole thing is a mess.  

What should we do?

Humdrum Friday

I have sat here all day trying to think of something to write.

Nothing has come.

The lack of stimulus, caused by not getting around, is telling on me.  The desire to move is easing, the effort not worth it, and I reach Tesco and am done for the day.  I tried a little exercise yesterday, now I feel it.  The view is limited and nothing rebounds.

The news remains dominated by Israel, with little understanding from all sides.  This is interrupted by the death of a celebrity, or another leaving a TV programme, or a mother complaining her school will not allow her child to be a brat.  

Then they return to the war.  

The Radio is failing me also.  Many good programmes have disappeared, the iPlayer, I refuse to call it 'Sounds,' is searched but reveals lots of mediocre rubbish of limited variety.  Anything worth having has been had.  

Even visiting Tesco has been difficult, the rain has not stopped, and may continue again tomorrow.  Quite how the people up near Brechin will manage I don't know.  A housing development there was evacuated because of the floods.  Now who allowed them to build on a flood plain?  OK, this has not happened before but...

Football and travel in North East Scotland has been scuppered.  Roods unpassable, floods everywhere, and with more rain coming it may take a week to clear.  We just get wet here.  Even down the hill they have not yet been flooded.  Global warming, except it is not that warm, but good for October.

I did make an effort to work out the Christmas offerings.  Things I bought last year appear pricier this year.  Even the PIES bought from Forres have been dumped, they too show evidence of the cost of living rise.  Having struggled to pay thanks to technical problems I decided it was costing too much and abandoned the idea.  I will need an alternative from somewhere as it really is too costly now.  

My idea was to send a box of chocolates of some sort to various peoples.  But then one is vegan, one cannot eat this, another that, and only the dogs will eat everything, except they shouldn't!  I saved money by deleting the links to the high prices.

The rest of the day has been spent in a dream.