View from the Window

Well the weather is all over the place again, several different types all in one day, but it is certainly cool. Washington House remains for sale, not a soul near it, it has had a bit of a spring clean and the garden tidied yet again but all to no avail. It will pretty much have to go for a song.

Hurricane Irma is emptying the shelves in supermarkets all along its path, everything is in short supply, but there is good news. If you are a vegan you can leave that dash for a day or so as those particular shelves are still full.

That'll put you back on your feet.

Do you remember my brush with the PO last week, well I have had the old man in asking if things have been sorted, he still does not have his pension from last week and nothing this week, I have no doubt the letter containing his new PIN number is either in the bin or sitting unopened. I have a good mind to phone 'Abby' up and let him know what a mess he has left an old man in due to his unhelpful attitude.

Talking about unhelpful, normally when you go on holiday from a PO you have to let the Police and the Security (Alarm) people know and leave a contact number. I phoned the Police and all I got was "Hello", no "Lancaster Police can I help you", by the tone of the voice I could envision him sighing and taking his legs off the desk while he pulled himself nearer the phone. "We don't do that any more" says he, unsurprised I put the phone down, I have not seen a policeman, or woman, or even a plastic one in months, there is a cardboard cut out in a shop in Lancaster but he doesn't count. Next I tired to phone the Alarm people who have carefully left off all contact numbers from their paperwork, so it was back to the Hellline. No, they don't do it either any more I am told, but I was assured that if it goes off the non-existent not bothered Police will turn up and the Alarm people will be right on it, yeah right.

Which one would you call?

Will we lose government in the future and it will all be done on mobile phones, it would seem, sadly and frighteningly that the Twittersphere and such are having a far too large influence on our lives whether you want it to or not. Every show and newspaper now almost always reads out Tweets from t**ts venting their opinion, Ayesha from Tower Hamlets thinks ...... , Freddy from Glasgow warns .....? At one end of the scale you have politicians tweeting and back peddling if the great unwashed disagree with them, and at the bottom you have a gay woman on Strictly Come Dancing having to defend dancing with a man!

The pandering to the Green gods has at last done for me, not only do they take extra money off me as a businessman to build things I do not agree with they have done for the Batmobile, it is simply too expensive now for the road tax, not that I couldn't pay it but I don't see why I should be hit while the Fiat or Honda whatever up the road does not. All cars damage the road surface no matter what their emissions are, and the road tax is just that, for the road, not that you would think it if you drive in the UK, the simple question of course is what would our leaders do if everyone turned to green buggies and no road tax was collected? The motor car gave Joe Public a freedom of movement which only the rich and famous could afford for most of history, now that freedom is being attacked at every turn, once again if you have oodles of dosh it is no problem, if you are nearing your pension you have to do the sums, freedom or the bus.

Yesterday one of the workshy came in, youngish, tall, fit, best of walking gear, rucksack etc. 70cl bottle of whisky in side pocket, checked his account, money in, informs me he has been drunk, checks out and off he goes, I actually earned some of that money in his pocket, a thank you would have been nice.

The so called government of Northern Ireland cannot agree to run the place together, but somehow their prosecution service, led by a republican, can get their act together to continue to hound British soldiers who served during the 'Troubles,' without ever batting an eyelid to IRA murderers walking around in their midst courtesy of Tony Blair. I fail to understand why our government simply cannot say NO, and to paraphrase Admiral Farrugut "Damn the legal niceties".

In the same vein we have the murderer of Lee Rigby and Injury Lawyers For U or some such despicable mob trying to get £10,000 for having two teeth knocked out while fighting prison officers.

I ventured back to the cinema to watch Dunkirk, I am not a regular goer as I cannot stand noise, popcorn, mobile phones, people etc. I now learn that Apple are working on a phone you can use in a cinema, why would you do that other than to annoy people like me? Seemingly it has a less bright light and muted sound, but you cannot mute the idiot using it Apple. Why would you want to ruin your and other peoples enjoyment with a phonecall, what is that important? It is like Bobby Smith when I was offshore, you couldn't smoke in the cinema, Bobby would have a smoke in the radio room while waiting for the film, then he would go and grab a seat, five minutes later he was back out having a cig!

 I will leave you with one more, why were the gender identity fascists of cash strapped Shropshire Health Trust not sacked immediately for refusing £2,500 of charity money and putting their gender lunacy before patients needs. Why was it refused, well a bunch of men who dressed as comedy nurses for a laugh upset the PC morons, this has been going on for twenty years, they used to push a bed as well but of course that was against 'elf and safety. Seemingly it was demeaning, outdated and highly sexualised. The Trust do have enough money though to have a full time 'officer' for such issues as gender, diversity etc. which if you are suffering should make you feel better. The most popular operation at NHS Shropshire, removal of funny bone.

If you find these guys sexy, you need treatment.

That's it for a couple of weeks, I am going dark for the hols.