Long time since I posted on the blog, been unable to for months for reasons beyond my control. Surprised the site is still running and not been devoured by aliens. Well I am back and will begin to work on on the website and make it up to date.

Noticed a lot of new subscribers with the address of .ru, noticed also that no comments posted from the said subscribers, nothing personel but .ru addresses will be deleted as on my forum all users with from this IP are spammers.


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Democracy Rules

I hate reading about Iraq and the alleged democratic government. If there is a god then the demons that caused the mess, mayhem, death and turmoil in the country should repent their sins right now. This is on par with Vietnam.

Mr Blair I reckon your to blame.

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Jumpers for goalposts?

Found this somewhere else.

Before the Internet…Before semi-automatics, joy riders and crack….Before SEGA or Super Nintendo… Way back……..I’m talking about Hide and Seek in the park.

The corner shop. Hopscotch. Butterscotch. Skipping. Handstands.

Football with an old can. Fingerbob.

Beano, Dandy, Buster, Twinkle and Dennis the menace.

Topper, Beezer and Whizzer and Chips.

Roly Poly. Hula Hoops, jumping the stream, building dams.

The smell of the sun and fresh cut grass.

Bazooka Joe bubble gum.

An ice cream cone on a warm summer night from the van that plays a

Chocolate or vanilla or strawberry or maybe Neapolitan or perhaps

Cider lollies

Watching Saturday morning cartoons, short commercials or the flicks.

Children’s Film Foundation, The Double Deckers, Red Hand Gang,

Tomorrow People, Tiswas or Swapshop?, and ‘Why Don’t You’?

- or staying up for Doctor Who.

When around the corner seemed far away and going into town seemed like
going somewhere.

Earwigs wasps, stinging nettles and bee stings. Sticky fingers.

Playing Marbles. Ball bearings. Big ‘uns and Little ‘uns.

Cops and Robbers, Cowboys and Indians, and Zorro. Climbing trees.

Making igloos out of snow banks.

Walking to school, no matter what the weather.

Running till you were out of breath, laughing so hard that your stomach

Jumping on the bed. Pillow fights.

Spinning around on roundabouts, getting dizzy and falling down was
cause for giggles.

Being tired from playing….remember that?

The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team.

Water balloons were the ultimate weapon.

Knock-a-door run and mischief night.

Football cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle.

Choppers and Grifters.

Eating raw jelly. Orange squash ice pops. Vimto and Jubbly lollies

Remember when…

Conkers were fun and not a weapon of mass destruction

There were two types of trainers – girls and boys, and Dunlop Green
- and the only time you wore them at School was for P.E. (and they were
called gym shoes or if you are older – plimsolls)

You knew everyone in your street – and so did your parents.

It wasn’t odd to have two or three ‘best’ friends.

You didn’t sleep a wink on Christmas eve.

When nobody owned a pure-bred dog.

When a tanner was decent pocket money

Curly Wurlys. Space Dust. Toffo’s. Top Trumps.

When you’d reach into a muddy drain for a penny.

When nearly everyone’s mum was at home when the kids got there.

When any parent could discipline any kid, or feed him or use him to
carry the shopping and nobody, not even the kid, thought a thing of it.

When being sent to the head’s office for the cane was nothing compared to the fate that awaited a misbehaving pupil at home.

Basically, we were in fear for our lives but it wasn’t because of
drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs etc.

Parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat and some of us are
still afraid of them.

Didn’t that feel good? Just to go back and say, Yeah, I remember that!

Remember when….

Decisions were made by going “Ip, Dip, Dog Shit”

“Race issue” meant arguing about who ran the fastest.

Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in Monopoly

The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was germs.

And the worst thing in your day was having to sit next to one.

It was unbelievable that ‘British Bulldog 123′ wasn’t an Olympic event.

Having a weapon in school, meant being caught with a catapult.

Nobody was prettier than Mum.

Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better.

Taking drugs meant orange-flavoured chewable aspirin.

Ice cream was considered a basic food group.

Getting a foot of snow was a dream come true.

Older siblings were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest

If you can remember most or all of these, then you have LIVED………….Happy Days.

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Wha Hay Viagra

So Boots are going to sell the drug Viagra at £12.50 a tab, it as taken this government 7 years to realise that you can buy the pill anywhere in the UK without going to a chemist usually at £2.50 to £4.00. Eureka for the smart asses that run this economy, in Europe you can buy the drug for about 5 euros, you can also buy tobacco and petrol at half the price you can here.

Expect long queues outside boots, I don’t think so, not when £5 quid of the sale goes to the treasury in tax.

Mr Brown, people are not going to subsidise your budget defecit when they can purchase the same product in Spain at a 3rd of the price.

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Illegal Shopping

Lovely jubbly Brent. I must say it is convenient living in a borough where shopkeepers ignore the law. I had some friends around at the weekend and we needed some plonk. Simple solution just pop out to the local 24 hour shop, although they don’t have a licence to trade in liquer after 11pm and their alcohol department is blocked off, it matters little, no worries buy as much as you want.

There is a valid reason for selling illegal hooch, 24 hour booze licences cost loads of money.

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What a week?

Or is it two weeks, am I really living in the UK, England, London or some fucked up country. I have suddenly adopted some sort of self righteous attitude, are the government really bent and corrupt? my feelings are yes they are, are the Muslims really trying to blow us up, my feelings are that they hate us and do not wish to integrate, in fact they can’t stand us, have the transport costs gone out of control, my feelings are yes they have, I paid £6.60 the other day to go to Tottenham Court RD and back.

Why have the Olympic costs tripled in a year, am I stupid for being pissed of by all this nonsense, my feelings are no I am not stupid, just poor, without a voice to protest against this squandering of taxpayers money, who the fuck can I blame it on, The Wanker of a Mayor, he is definitely a contender, I am looking for a scapegoat, my dad perhaps, he was a fascist, maybe retribution time, Winston Churchill for being politically incorrect, why is the town hall called Mahatma Ghandi House, what the fuck did that useless piece of shit ever do for London.

Come on terrorists give it your best shot, but please fuck off back where you belong.

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