What a fucking fiasco! The European Convention on Human Rights, which we are apparently forced to adopt, means that in the UK, any cunt with a whinge can make a case, and commonly win. The latest joke of a ruling involves a prisoner who was kept inside too long. My own human rights have been infringed, because the thug in question was supposed to be serving a 'life sentence' and as far as I'm concerned, if he's out any earlier, I'm not safe!
The guilty bloke was to have served a minimum of three years [what's the fucking point of a 'life' sentence then?] for putting a man in a coma. Before that, he had received a 2-year sentence for stabbing a man in the face. So, not the nicest person around. A cock-up on the admin meant he served 10 months more than he could have done if his parole hearing had happened after three years. So he get compensation of £10,000 for the ten months 'extra' he served. EXTRA?! Fuck off, he should still be inside. If he's stabbed someone in the face, then put someone in a coma, the next crime is likely to be manslaughter. But no, the ruling is that his human rights have been violated, and he gets £1,000 tax free for each of the ten months he served past the 3 years, itself a little bit less than 'life', as per the sentence.
This country, and the EU is a fucking joke. The sooner someone has the bottle to extract us from this stupid cuntin' legal shit, the better.
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Wednesday, 30 March 2011
Tuesday, 29 March 2011
29.3.11 Potholes
The UK's roads are plastered with potholes and I'm sure some smart alec could advise how long it would take to fix them based on resources now available, and the work ethic that determines council workers and contractors manage an average 3-hour day. I suspect that without new problems adding to the pot (ha, get it!) something in the order of 58 years would be needed to get things sorted.
In the road outside my house, there's a piece of tarmac that has sunk. Workmen dug a trench a while back, did fuck all, and then filled it in - not properly though. The trench is thus a bit below the normal road surface, so there's a need for the local council to sort out a repair. I called two weeks ago, and was told it would be sorted, and that I'd get a call back - yeah, right! Fuckin' nothin'.
Last week I was looking through the paper and there was a page devoted to the issues in Japan following the earthquake. The main photo was of a nice stretch of roadway, in perfect condition. Nothing much surprising, there, but still better than the UK's roads and so I was mildly envious of the carriageway on show. Next to it was a smaller photo, showing the very same stretch of road just 6 days earlier. If was like Cheddar Fucking Gorge! Quite seriously, the road was fucked to pieces by the earthquake. Yet within six days, in the mayhem that followed the massive earthquake, the Japanese has got it sorted.
Meanwhile, back home, the cunt in the council puts his phone on DND and plans his next bout of (paid) sick leave because of 'stress'.
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In the road outside my house, there's a piece of tarmac that has sunk. Workmen dug a trench a while back, did fuck all, and then filled it in - not properly though. The trench is thus a bit below the normal road surface, so there's a need for the local council to sort out a repair. I called two weeks ago, and was told it would be sorted, and that I'd get a call back - yeah, right! Fuckin' nothin'.
Last week I was looking through the paper and there was a page devoted to the issues in Japan following the earthquake. The main photo was of a nice stretch of roadway, in perfect condition. Nothing much surprising, there, but still better than the UK's roads and so I was mildly envious of the carriageway on show. Next to it was a smaller photo, showing the very same stretch of road just 6 days earlier. If was like Cheddar Fucking Gorge! Quite seriously, the road was fucked to pieces by the earthquake. Yet within six days, in the mayhem that followed the massive earthquake, the Japanese has got it sorted.
Meanwhile, back home, the cunt in the council puts his phone on DND and plans his next bout of (paid) sick leave because of 'stress'.
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29.3.11 Emerald Forest
There's a scene in The Emerald Forest (a 1985 film) in which the leader of a tribe of Amazon indians reaches the edge of the rain forest, and sees the 'developed world' before him. He makes the comment that the "edge of the world" seems to get closer every time, and when he was young, the journey there from his own village took much longer. Deforestation.
Today, I had a haircut, and had a brief chat with the guy using the trimmers. When I was younger, the conversation with the barber seemed to take much longer. Now, though, the end of the haircut seems to come much earlier. Hair Loss.
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Today, I had a haircut, and had a brief chat with the guy using the trimmers. When I was younger, the conversation with the barber seemed to take much longer. Now, though, the end of the haircut seems to come much earlier. Hair Loss.
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Monday, 28 March 2011
28.3.11 Airplane
No, it's not an Airplane, it's a fucking Aeroplane. I am well aware that our American cousins prefer the first version, but in the UK and in proper English, the latter is correct - so it's fucking annoying to read the wrong shit in the papers. I flicked through a catalogue on Sunday and saw the company advertising something called "Swim Shorts". NO! They are Swimming Shorts. Fucking Matalan!
The Mains is a short term for referring to the central supply, must usually for utilities such as electricity, water or gas. It is NOT a term acceptable for referring to a Main Dish on a menu. Similarly, "Sides" is NOT good enough for referring to Side Dishes on a menu. Up their arses, the lot of them, on these cooking programmes.
Pretentious Cuntin' Cooks or Pretentious Cooking Cunts
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The Mains is a short term for referring to the central supply, must usually for utilities such as electricity, water or gas. It is NOT a term acceptable for referring to a Main Dish on a menu. Similarly, "Sides" is NOT good enough for referring to Side Dishes on a menu. Up their arses, the lot of them, on these cooking programmes.
Pretentious Cuntin' Cooks or Pretentious Cooking Cunts
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28.3.11 A Bit Rich
I heard on the news a few days ago that the Labour Party, led by Ed Miliband, was attacking the "reckless spending cuts" being made by the coalition government. No mention of the reckless spending in the first place by Labour arseholes!
Labour has no right to do anything but shut up, after so spectacularly fucking up; they spent billions and billions, half of it completely wasted, because that's what Labour does best - spend our money. I read in the paper on Saturday that Mr Darling, the idiot who used to join in on the spending spree, agreed with EU bods to support a bail-out plan for countries using the Euro (which means we'll now probably have a £3 Billion bill for Portugal), and he did this two days before leaving office - after Labour had been defeated. If that's true, I am aghast. Where's Lee Harvey Oswald when you need him?
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Labour has no right to do anything but shut up, after so spectacularly fucking up; they spent billions and billions, half of it completely wasted, because that's what Labour does best - spend our money. I read in the paper on Saturday that Mr Darling, the idiot who used to join in on the spending spree, agreed with EU bods to support a bail-out plan for countries using the Euro (which means we'll now probably have a £3 Billion bill for Portugal), and he did this two days before leaving office - after Labour had been defeated. If that's true, I am aghast. Where's Lee Harvey Oswald when you need him?
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28.3.11 The Scotsman
I am not sure what the ideal profile of a Scotsman is, or indeed what profile of a Scotsman "The Scotsman" wants to portray. I suspect that one of the adverts I saw in the above-named newspaper might be giving the wrong impression - certainly to visitors from the south.
The Reader Offer occupying about 1/6 of a page was for an Electric Pie Maker.
I am due to visit again later this week, and will be sure to pick up the paper once again. I cannot wait to see details of the latest reader offer - maybe a deep fat fryer, or an undiluted Ribena lollipop maker.
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The Reader Offer occupying about 1/6 of a page was for an Electric Pie Maker.
I am due to visit again later this week, and will be sure to pick up the paper once again. I cannot wait to see details of the latest reader offer - maybe a deep fat fryer, or an undiluted Ribena lollipop maker.
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