Hunter and Shooter blogspot, also known as Justin Hinchcliffe of the Tottenham Conservative Party has asked me to do a MEME.

Justin, sweet pea, I don't know what a MEME is.

Anyway, here's eight ideas for 2008.

Personal:
1). I attend Art 2008, at the Business Design Centre, in Islington, with Mr Badger (formerly known as Doctor Finlay).
2). I eat a tin of mackerel everyday, drink 2 litres of water, eat one apple, one orange and half a broccoli.
3). I think before I open my mouth.
4). I swim forty lengths a day.
5). I read all of PG Wodehouse's novels.
6). I read Conservative Home twice a week.
7). I attend more political functions.
8). I find another job.

By the way, I am in the middle of the above photo, wearing a bright yellow shirt and a black and white skirt, with large spots on. This was taken on the terraces at Westminster, in, I think, it was the summer of 2005.

I am talking to two lovely women. One of which is a Conservative Councilor from Fulham and the other was the very successful literary agent, Maggie Noach. I briefly became friends with Maggie Noach two years ago, I kept bumping into her at various functions and events, and I was very upset when I discovered the news that she had suddenly passed away. When I found out I was in Convent Garden having a G&T, I was about to go to a CWF function when I got the call from one of her assistants, informing me that Maggie had died. Prior to the phone call I had gone around Convent Garden and bought her some gifts as a way of saying thank you for her kindness and friendship. Her death came out of the blue. I am not going to go into it. But, if you type in 'Maggie Noach' and 'obituary' you can find out what happened. It's all very, very sad indeed.

Political:
1). I know I am a Tory and I am quite mad with Gordon Brown about some of the things that he has done, but I cannot stand the way people in the media mock him and his 'mental health' - his shaking hands. I don't like it and I wish they would stop.
2). Mr Badger writes a political blog and I just wish that he would get a political book deal of some sort. Most of the time I read his blog and I have no idea what he's talking about, he is too brainy, or I'm just a bit thick.
3). Peace in Pakistan/Iraq/Iran/Israel.
4). Expose people like J ***S Pipe (can't believe he's just been awarded an OBE - I am totally baffled why he has been nominated - I think it is disgusting) for being utterly corrupt and useless.
5). To make children and young people more accountable for their actions. If they do the crime then they should do the time.
6). Children who are violent in schools should be taken out of mainstream education and put into a borstal type of establishment.
7). Get rid of Mugabe.
8). Get rid of the PC brigade.
9). Here's an extra one - PLEASE DO NOT CLOSE DARTINGTON COLLEGE OF ARTS!!!! OR, PLEASE DO NOT RELOCATE THIS AMAZING COLLEGE TO ANOTHER CAMPUS!!!!!!!!

Badger and Cadger.

Doctor Finlay has had a name change. I am now calling him Badger, Badger, click on the link below .....

http://www.badgerbadgerbadger.com/

copy 'n' paste the above link onto your tool bar.

My friend Justin has advised me to remove the previous blog post. I am NOT going to do it. Sorry, sweet pea.

The Doctor and I, last night, before supper.

mistress

01:25 From: MixWrestlingSuper

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CLICK ON THE BOX ABOVE.

NOW THAT WE'RE ENGAGED .......

The Enchanted Forest

THE ENCHANTED FOREST.
I laminated the enchanted forest for doctor Finlay, at school. I even included a couple of unicorns and butterflies, but I hid them away. behind a canvass. It's up to him, if he wants to discover their treasures.


Sausages ........

Worthless British journalists vote to boycott Israel

Worthless British journalists vote to boycott Israel

06:48 From: MilitaryBoot

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Click on box above to watch short video clip. Warning have a stiff drink to hand, it's a rather heavy one and don't have the volume on too loud, coz it might break your glass and all the windows in your house.

My Toe nail has been ripped off my left big toe, and I cannot walk properly.

Two large quotes from the Spectator.
Quote One:
Labour’s failure to turn this into social cohesion is their biggest failure, and the Conservatives biggest opportunity. This is the “broken society” agenda – Cameron’s most powerful weapon. And Brown will never follow this, because he will never accept British society is broken.

Quote two:

A combination of the Thatcher reforms and the decade-long Blair–Brown duumvirate has achieved what was once deemed impossible: Britain has stopped declining. The British economy might not be quite the modern miracle Gordon Brown claims, but it is no longer the basket case it once was. It is part of our new Prime Minister’s claim to the top job that he deserves much of the credit for this. But his first lesson in the hot seat is likely to be that there is no gratitude in politics: the British now take for granted that they no longer have a Broken Economy; they are much more exercised about the Broken Society.

During the Blair–Brown decade social concerns — what kind of society we have become — have gradually replaced economic worries. People fear that we have become an increasingly fragmented, boorish, more violent society. The new barbarism of the Broken Society stalks not just the dilapidated parts of our inner cities but the high streets of once placid market towns.

Of course, the social trends which are now defining us started long before Mr Blair entered Downing Street; but they have grown worse under his watch. Violent crime has doubled during his decade. Gun crime has soared: in parts of our inner cities it is almost as ubiquitous as it is in America’s ghettoes. In some areas of criminal endeavour we’ve even overtaken America: you are now much more likely to be mugged or burgled in London than New York, a remarkable reversal of fortune on 20 years ago.

Britain may or may not be blighted by a feral media but many people are in no doubt, as this week’s survey from Barnardo’s reveals, that we are blighted by a feral youth, often financed and fuelled by drugs, which is out of control and beyond the law. Every day brings fresh horror stories from the frontline of the Broken Society: teenagers are shot in their beds in gangland tit-for-tat killings; a youth is chased through the streets of West London by a gang of 14-year-olds shouting ‘Kill him, kill him’ — which they do when they catch him, with a stab to the heart. This week another schoolboy was murdered in a pre-arranged mass gang brawl in Beckenham: he was beaten to a pulp with chains and baseball bats, then stabbed in the back.

Britain is now living with the consequences of allowing an underclass to take root and fester. When, as editor of the Sunday Times, I tried to highlight what was happening 20 years ago, nobody wanted to know: the Right said there was no such thing as an underclass, the Left that it was just the poorest part of the working class. Both were wrong.

That the underclass exists cannot now be doubted by those with eyes to see, though some fashionable opinion-formers still try to wish it away. Nor is it necessarily poor: quite often the underclass is reasonably cash-rich, thanks to welfare benefits, crime and the black economy; but it is increasingly severed, in attitude and cultural values, from the rest of society. And (another popular misconception) it has very little in common with even the most deprived of the old working class: the underclass does not form brass bands, go to night school or strive to find the best state schools for their children.

So far our response to a growing underclass has been containment: it has been herded into reservations we call sink estates, where the rest of us hope it will stay out of sight and out of mind. Its members speak their own variants of English (now well enough recognised for comedians to mock), wear their own style of clothes (which middle-class kids sometimes copy) and have no respect for the police or the laws that bind the rest of us. Nor do they have much regard for the world of work or educational achievement: traditional values such as thrift, endeavour and marriage are alien.

Most children of the underclass are born out of wedlock; relationships are fleeting and unstable (which ensures that what is born into the underclass stays in the underclass). This is a world in which there are almost no worthwhile male role models, which is a disaster when boys turn to youths. Single mums struggle to cope as best they can — and usually lose control of their kids, especially if they are boys, when they become teenagers. With sad, depressing predictability, the children of today’s underclass become tomorrow’s criminals and dropouts.

Dirty European Socialist - 'Ave you 'eard yourself recently?'

Notes in red are from the blog Dirty European Socialist.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Tories have won next election thanks to Oxbridge conspiracy

Congratulations Mr Blair, the Oxbridge conspiracy and to the Tories you have won the next election by a landslide. 14 points in the lead in the last opinion view in the independent. You have ousted the first non Oxbridge partnership as Chancellor and PM since WW2. It took a few weeks of hysteria. We have all learnt who runs the country. The English people have spoken they are subservient to you. And you will get your people, and your people only back into office again and again and again. You must be proud.
Somehow you managed to blame Northern Rock on labour. Yes a private bank going out of business is all the fault of the government, despite the fact that economic growth is still strong. Your hysteria has worked.
Then Mr Blair's army buddies gave a death blow to the government. The same army bosses who never even squeaked Blair was in office decided it was time to say what a terrible government we had. Thanks for that Mr Blair. Thanks for killing our government. Oh we soooooo Miss you. You petty vindictive man.
Well done you tories have won the government is dead. You have won. Most of you bloggers didn't go to oxbridge. so you are looked on with the same contempt this present government is looked on by the establishment of Oxbridge big business conspirators. Why do you love the establishment so much?
Do you think they will give you something?
Poor misguided idealistic fools I pity you.
Well done you have won. Your utopia that the tories will bring is just around the corner.

Bloody hell mate, get a grip, will you? Next you'll be telling us that Cherie Blair-Booth, that hghly paid working class, barrister QC woman from working class Bury, a hundred million miles away from twee Oxbridge, kidnapped the bloody Boswell aliens. Lar dee bloody dar.

Mind you perhaps there is some truth in this conspiracy theory business. If you read Cherie Booth's Wikpedia entry it states the following:

"John Wilkes Booth, the infamous professional stage actor who assassinated Abraham Lincoln, is a distant relative of Cherie Blair".

Could be bollocks of course, it probably is.

TaxPayers Alliance - Click on box below.

The Town Hall Rich List

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Mark Denham talks about the Town Hall Rich List.

Gordon Brown Numa Numa - YouTube video clip.

gordon brown numa numa

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Click on the above box, for a short comedy song on Gordon Brown.

Red Ken Livingstone.

Red Ken Livingstone


Click on the box above for video clip on 'Red Ken Livingstone.'

Watch this link below. It's on Gordon Brown. Click on small photo.

gordon golden brown


Is not more loath'd than an effeminate man.

Click on the link below, it relates to the story about the ice-berg.

Alla Pugacheva - Iceberg (Айсберг)

Bach - The Only thing I can listen to.

Page down, if you like, for the English version of my ice-berg story. The other two posts are either in French or Japanese. Whilst you are waiting,click this YouTube link. This guy is amazing.

Rostropovich plays the Prelude from Bach's Cello Suite No. 1

Je parlais l'autre jour pour soigner Finlay environ.

le fait que mon iceberg n'a pas changé beaucoup.

Alors il a précisé à moi…

DF : Bien, réellement le chat, votre iceberg sanglant fond.

DSBJ : Non ! Aucune manière !

DF : Regarder ! Le regarder ! Il a un trou sanglant, droite au milieu de lui.

Il avait raison, mon ami, Cappo-Zadee, l'iceberg, avait commencé à fondre. Je ne sais pas ce que je vais faire à son sujet. Le docteur a dit….

DF : C'est un signe clair que Cappo-Zadee, votre iceberg, est préoccupé au sujet de quelque chose.

J'ai frotté mon menton et ai considéré pour un instant au-dessus de l'analyse du docteur. Si, je pensais à me Cappo-Zadee est déprimé, comment l'enfer sont nous allant le traiter. Est non seulement il un iceberg, il est également beaucoup de milliers sur des milliers de milles de distance, dans le Pôle Nord.

Curieux, j'ai regardé sur le google et ai introduit au clavier le suivant « comment traiter la dépression d'iceberg ». Il n'y avait rien. J'ai secoué ma tête dans l'incrédulité.

DF : Ceci ne semble pas bon. Je pense ce chat, vous dois faire face à des faits. Cappo-Zadee va fondre. J'ai regardé dans mon sac des tours du docteur, et il n'y a rien. Vous faites mieux l'appel.

Le docteur m'a remis le téléphone. J'ai sonné Cappo-Zadee et ai cassé les nouvelles à lui.


DSBJ : Regarder, me considérer, regarder dans mes yeux.

Iceberg (Cappo Zadee) : Je ne peux pas, je suis dans le Pôle Nord et vous êtes dans Hackney, ainsi, je ne pouvez pas vous regarder. Sur celui je n'ai aucun oeil. Je ne peux réellement voir rien. Est je sens juste le froid toute l'heure, cela ce que je fais, froid de sentir, congelé, comme le gel de Jack, seulement plus froid. En fait je même ne sais pas ou ne comprends pas pour cette matière je peux te parler.

Je n'ai aucun organe interne et je certainement n'ai une bouche, ou aucune dent. C'est pourquoi je ne peux pas manger ces pingouins hybrides ennuyeux. S'occuper de toi, si je faisais j'obstruerais probablement à la mort - petits baiseurs antisociaux sanglants. Je ne sais pas pourquoi les gens disent qu'ils sont mignons, coz qu'ils ne sont pas. Pendant que bientôt les appareils-photo et les touristes disparaissent, ils fouettent dehors leurs paquets des sèches, centaines d'elles soufflant loin sur leur Marlboro.

Je suis malade de ces petits bâtards, ils continuent à sauter sur moi et à pooing partout. Et, l'autre chose que vous ne connaissez pas eux, est leur boire de binge. Ils boivent les locataires sanglants dans l'intéret de dieux. Ainsi, là je suis, se reposant comme un berk total, je veux dire l'iceberg, et ces petits bâtards ennuyeux, environ cinq cents des baiseurs, sont reposés là, pissé hors de leurs têtes minuscules de pingouin, sur des locataires. Je ne peux pas prendre davantage de cette merde. Je suis un iceberg de saignement, pas un Wetherspoons visqueux. Je ne pourrais pas avoir les dispositifs humains mais j'aime le reste de moi être propre et rangé et sans merde de pingouin ou être tracassé par leur comportement antisocial.

DSBJ : Est-ce que c'est pourquoi vous fondez parce que vous êtes déprimé ?

Cappo-Zadee : Pas, je suis saignement fondant parce que ces baiseurs n'éteignent pas leurs extrémités de sèche correctement, il est ces baiseurs qui me font la fonte.

Cliquer dessus le lien ci-dessous.

Alla Pugacheva - Iceberg (Айсберг)

私はフィンレイを約博士ために先日話していた。

私の氷山が多くを変えなかったという事実。

それから彼は私に指摘した…

DF: それで、実際に猫は、あなたの血の氷山溶けている。

DSBJ: いいえ! とんでもない!

DF: 見なさい! それを見なさい! それは血の穴、それの真中の権利を持っている。

彼は権利、私の友人、Cappo-Zadeeの氷山、溶け始めただった。 私は私がそれについてしようと思っているものを知らない。 医者は言った….

DF: これはCappo-Zadeeのあなたの氷山が何かについて、悩むという明確な印である。

私は私の顎を摩擦し、医者の分析をちょっとの間熟考した。 、私が自分自身に考えたらCappo-Zadeeは地獄が彼を扱うことを行っている私達いかにであるか、落ち込んでいる。 彼はまた氷山、彼である北極の何千マイルも離れたところで多くのたくさん、であるただ。

好奇心が強い、私はgoogleで見、次で「氷山の不況」を治す方法をタイプした。 何もなかった。 私は私の頭部を信じられない様子で揺すった。

DF: これはよく見ない。 私はその猫、事実に直面しなければならない考える。 Cappo-Zadeeは溶ける行っている。 私は医者のトリックの私の袋を見、何もない。 よりよく呼出しをする。

医者は私に電話を渡した。 私はCappo-Zadeeを鳴らし、彼にニュースを壊した。


DSBJ: 私をの私の目への一見見なさい、見なさい。

氷 山(Cappo Zadee): 私は北極に、私いるできないし、Hackneyに、そう、私見ることができないある。 それの上に私に目がない。 私は実際に何でも見ることができない。 私はちょうど風邪を、それ私がすることである、より冷たいだけジャック霜のように、凍っている感じの風邪いつも感じる。 実際は私は知らないし、私があなたに話せるいかにをかその点では理解しない。

私は内臓を有しないし、確かに口、か歯がない。 そういうわけで私はそれらの悩む擬似のペンギンを食べることができない。 断っておくが、私は死-血の反社会的で小さいfuckersにおそらく窒息する。 私はかわいいと人々が、によってないcozなぜ言うか知らない。 すぐにカメラおよびツーリストが行くと同時に、たばこ、何百の包みをものMarlboroで吹くそれら打つ。

私はそれらの小さい粗悪品の 病人である、それらは私の上に跳び、どこでもpooing続ける。 そして、あなたがそれらについて、であるどんちゃん騒ぎの飲むこと知らない他の事。 彼らは神の為のための血の借用者を飲む。 従って、そこに私はあり、総berkのように坐る、私は氷山を意味し、それらの悩む小さい粗悪品、fuckersの約500は借用者で、彼らの小さいペン ギンの頭部から怒らせられて、そこに置かれる。 私はこのたわごとのもう取ることができない。 私は出血の氷山、ない粘着性のWetherspoonsである。 私は人間の特徴を持たないかもしれないが、私のきれい、整頓されるそしてペンギンのがらくたのない残りがまたは反社会的な行動によって迷惑を掛けられるの を好む。

DSBJ: 落ち込んでいるのでなぜ溶けているかそれはあるか。

Cappo-Zadee: いいえ、私はそれらのfuckersが彼らのたばこ端をきちんと消さないので溶ける出血、それである私に溶解をしているそれらのfuckersである。

リンクを次につけなさい。

Alla Pugacheva - Iceberg (Айсберг)

I was talking the other day to Doctor Finlay about ....

the fact that my ice-berg hasn't changed much.

Then he pointed out to me ...

DF: Well, actually Cat, your bloody ice-berg is melting.

DSBJ: No! No way!

DF: Look! Look at it! It's got a bloody hole, right in the middle of it.

He was right, my friend, Cappo-Zadee, the ice-berg, had started to melt. I don't know what I am going to do about it. The doctor said ....

DF: This is a clear sign that Cappo-Zadee, your ice-berg, is troubled about something.

I rubbed my chin and pondered for a moment over the doctor's analysis. If, I thought to myself Cappo-Zadee is depressed, how the hell are we going to treat him. Not only is he an ice-berg, he is also many thousands upon thousands of miles away, in the North Pole.

Curious, I looked on google and typed in the following 'how to cure ice-berg depression'. There was nothing. I shook my head in disbelief.

DF: This does not look good. I think that Cat, you have to face facts. Cappo-Zadee is going to melt. I have looked in my bag of doctor's tricks, and there's nothing. You better make the call.

The doctor handed me the phone. I rang Cappo-Zadee and broke the news to him.


DSBJ: Look, look at me, look into my eyes.

Ice-berg (Cappo Zadee): I can't, I am in the North Pole and you are in Hackney, So, I can't look at you. On top of that I don't have any eyes. I can't actually see anything. I just feel cold all the time, that's what I do, feel cold, frozen, like Jack Frost, only colder. In fact I don't even know or understand for that matter how I am able to talk to you.

I have no internal organs and I certainly don't have a mouth, or any teeth. That's why I can't eat those annoying bastard penguins. Mind you, if I did I'd probably choke to death - bloody anti-social little fuckers. I don't know why people say that they are cute, coz they ain't. As soon the cameras and tourists go, they whip out their packets of fags, hundreds of them puffing away on their Marlboro's.

I am sick of those little bastards, they keep jumping on top of me and pooing everywhere. And, the other thing you don't know about them, is their binge drinking. They drink bloody Tenants for gods sake. So, there I am, sitting like a total berk, I mean berg, and those annoying little bastards, about five hundred of the fuckers, are sat there, pissed out of their tiny penguin heads, on Tenants. I can't take any more of this shit. I am a bleeding ice-berg, not a tacky Wetherspoons. I might not have human features but I do like the rest of me to be clean and tidy and without penguin crap or be bothered by their anti-social behaviour.

DSBJ: Is that why you're melting because you're depressed?

Cappo-Zadee: No, I am bleeding melting because those fuckers don't put their fag ends out properly, it's those fuckers that are making me melt.

Click on link below.

Alla Pugacheva - Iceberg (Айсберг)

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It's called the 'Boo Ritson Appreciation Society'.

I absolutely adore this woman's art work, I really, really do. If I had the dough I would buy one of her paintings. They do look more like sculptures, but they're not, they are actually paintings.

Thank you Boo, I love your work.

Boo Ritson paints people, but not on canvas or on board – she literally coats people with paint. Presented as photographs, Ritson’s portraits are a double masquerade: her subjects coated in sticky disguise, and the documentary image a surrogate representation of the tangible painterly, sculptural, and performative qualities of work. By using photography Ritson capitalises on the associations of snapshot memory and filmic narrative, with each of her characters playing out readily recognisable stereotypes.

My Band. I'm on the keyboards, I think I do a good job.

The Muppet Show - Beaker

01:57 From: samfilms

Views: 1,298,190

Boo Ritson.

Her work "exists somewhere between painting, sculpture, photography and performance".

Gales of Laughter:"Why are you laughing?" Because, you're making us laugh, you're funny.

The one thing to do
Is to do nothing. Wait.
...
You will find that you survive humiliation.
And that’s an experience of incalculable value. - T.S. Eliot

Why are you laughing?

Crowd: Because you’re from Benidorm, that’s why.

Dickhead (me): Given the current climate with tension growing in relations with both radical Islamism ……….

I think it’s important to follow your instincts, gut feelings whatever you want to call them, like last night. I should NOT have attended the Freedom Association’s event, entitled, "The Munich Pact 1938: Was Appeasing Hitler Sensible?" My gut feeling was telling me to go home and watch my favourite soap, Coronation Street.

At the event, after Graham had finished his talk, the floor was open to questions or comments. I stood up and tried to make a comparison with what Graham was talking about and relate it to some of my experiences in Hackney, where I have witnessed first hand Islamic fundamentalism, in my own classroom in fact. Some of the kids I teach have expressed anti-Semitic, anti-American, anti-British views and I have not really known how to deal with it. They don’t give you training on this at teacher training college. Some of the kids I teach have clearly been indoctrinated by fundamentalist parents, which makes you wonder why on earth their parents have sent them to a Church of England School.

My attempts at articulating my points on this issue were greeted with gales of laughter from the majority of people present, at the event, which I did not appreciate. So I asked them, ‘Why are you all laughing, it’s not funny?’ This was met with further out pours of laughter. I felt like a total dickhead.

I won’t be going back to any further events organised at the Old Bank. I wasn’t drunk and I wasn’t even that inarticulate, I thought I made reasonable and valid points, but everyone else clearly thought that what I was saying was pants.

So, I re-read the invitation I received and this is part of what it said

Our speaker will be Graham Stewart, history columnist on The Times and author of several books regarding historical political figures. Graham's subject will be "The Munich Pact 1938: Was Appeasing Hitler Sensible?"

He will discuss both the diplomatic background and the military situation to assess whether Neville Chamberlain squandered an opportunity to defeat Germany quickly or saved Britain from a sudden but deadly knock-out blow.

Given the current climate with tension growing in relations with both radical Islamism and Russia, it will be a fascinating insight into the most controversial historical instance of appeasement.

So, I was right to talk about my experiences, they were relevant.

You know what, fuck the lot of them. I won't be going back, next time I'll stay at home and watch Coronation Street, it's safer that way.

I was just glad that the doctor turned up at the end. I was burning up inside with anger.

Message to Tom Mason.

Hi Tom,

You are missed in Tottenham. We never had a chance to say goodbye. Will you and your girlfriend be coming to the dinner on Turnpike Lane? The one that Justin has organised, the Grahame Stuart one.

Hope so.


If you can't make that, then there is always Justin's coffee morning, in a few weeks time.


See you there.

Cat

Doctor Finlay and I, just before breakfast this morning.

He tried to persuade me to take his pistol into school, this morning, because things are getting a little out of hand there. The kids are insane, verging on, well they're a bunch of feral nutters. He said, I should use it, obviously as a last resort and in self-defence. I just told him to put it away. I insisted in fact, that he put it back, into his filing cabinet.

File it away, now.

DF: What should I file it under?

I don't know. I am not a secretary.

DF: I implore you, please, take this pistol.

I don't know how to use it. Is it loaded?

DF: No, no it's not loaded.

Not sure I can do this.

DF: Look it will be an act of self-defence. You need it Janet. I implore you. Don't worry it's not loaded right now.

Okay, how do I load it up?

DF: Just go to a sink, any sink. Take the nozzle off the top, look (shows me the gun) and fill it up with cold water, and then squirt.

So, it's a water pistol?

DF: Of course it's a bloody water pistol. What do you think I am, a frigging psychopath? I am a doctor, I try to preserve life, not take it away.

But, I don't want to get wet.

DF: You don't have to. My ex-wife left a wet suit in the attic, you can wear that.

Knock at the front door.

DF: Who the hell is that? My God, it's half past five in the morning.

Shit, you don't think we've disturbed the neighbours, do you?

DF: It's possible.

DF goes to the front door and opens it, he is completely gobsmacked at what he sees.

Boo Ritson: Hi, can I come in please?

Me: Who are you?

Boo Ritson: I am the artist Boo Ritson.

DF: What do you want?

Boo Ritson: I want my painting back.

Me: What painting?

Boo Ritson: The one you're using on your blog, and pretending that it's you and doctor Finlay. I want it back now, please.

Me: Oh.

DF: I think perhaps I'll go and put some clothes on, although I am sure you've seen this sort of thing before, being an artist and all that.

Boo Ritson: So can I have my painting back now, please?

Me: Sure. I'll just get dressed first though. How would you like it?

Boo Ritson: Well, I don't want it wrapped up, I'll just take it as it is now.

Me: Okay, well if you walk down the corridor, it's in the room right at the end, on the right hand side.

Boo Ritson: Thanks.

Louise Bagshawe: 'Just another Thursday' - Read her article on Conservative Home.

It's beauty that captures your attention; personality which captures your heart.
~Anonymous ~

I won't tell you about either my Wednesday or Thursday, in Hackney - but what I will say is that I need the following:



1) Help.

Anyway, Louise is a bonnie wee lassie, as sweet as the heather on the hills.

Do You Know who These Gloves Belong to? I found them on the steps of the stage at my school.

If you do, then please call Detective Inspector John Reid Barnabas on 0111 444 222 333 666.

Thank you for your co-operation in this rather delicate matter.

The Miss Havisham Party.

The above photo is of the Lib Dems, shortly after Nick Clegg became leader. It took only a matter of months and then the whole lot of them became extinct.

How did the Lib Dems become extinct? This is a question that has stumped scientists ever since Lib Dem fossils were first discovered at Westminster, back in the year 2008. There are many theories as to how the Lib Dems became extinct. This post presents some of the most popular theories. Keep in mind that there is absolutely no proven theory. Noone knows for certain exactly why and how the Lib Dems became extinct, although most people suspect it was something to do with their rather fake, yet pompous leader Nick Clegg.

Probably the most popular theory right now is the Asteroid known as 'Nickers Clegget', Theory. According to this theory a large asteroid or comet known as 'Nickers Clegget' collided with Earth about 65 million years ago. Scientists think that such a large collision would throw so much dust into the air etc, etc, causing dramatic changes in public opinion which resulted in voters turning off due to the Lib Dems fake and pompous leader, Nickers Clegget. Some party members rallied round and tried to salvage the dying dinosaur MP's, they even got their knickers in a clegget, but Nick had totally eroded the whole thing and it was too late.

Sunday 28th October, The Politics Show, interview with Alex Salmond. Andrew Marr enquired 'is English subsidy enabling Scotland to provide free tuition fees, free care for the elderly' etc ... Alex Salmond's response was as follows:

ALEX SALMOND: ‘Well perhaps the answer is to elect a government in England of English MPs who want to implant these policies south of the border. I mean we're publishing figures today which show that with control of our own resources Scotland would become the third most prosperous country in Europe and the sixth most prosperous country in the world.

So I think the solution to that argument, which will go on forever if we don't solve it, is to allow Scotland to raise its own money, take charge of its own expenditure, and allow England to do exactly the same. So I'm putting forward a, a solution which I think is fair and equitable, has growing support from Scotland, and I think it has a lot of support in England as well’.

This is exactly what the Tory party are advocating at the moment. I know that many people feel that Alex Salmond is deliberately stirring up the divide between the North and the South, with some MP's believing that Salmond is adding greater fuel to English anger over Scottish devolution, obviously with the intention of driving Scotland closer to independence. I just think he's damned if he does and damned if he doesn't. He can't win, can he? He is giving us Tories what we want and now we’re giving him grief. Obviously I am a wee bit biased here, with my Scottish connections, I do feel a bond with my native land, although, I do have a rather thick, yet cultivated Bradford accent. And, it is for this reason that many Scots don't accept me. They have referred to me, in the past, as the 'white foreigner' which is of course total madness.

No, I do like Salmond, sorry. I admire his directness and no bullshit approach to politics, He is definitely a conviction MP, and these days they appear to be a rare species, just look at how fake Nick Clegg is. He really has got on my proverbial tits. If this is the best the Lib Dems can do, then I am afraid to say we're looking at party that are going to become extinct. I can just see it the Lib Dems will all be sat on one side of the commons like Miss Havishams, covered in cobwebs all faded and yellow, ‘withered with sunken eyes'. resembling 'ghastly wax-work' dinosaurs. Thanks to wonder boy - Nick Clegg.

Read Conservative Home's article 'BBC employees are eleven times more likely to be liberal than conservative'.

Conservative Home.

Doctor Finlay has many hundreds if not thousands of books in his surgery, sometimes it resembles a library as opposed to a medical centre. Anyway, I happened to stumble, accidentally, across a book called 'Scrap the BBC!' by Richard D. North, and this is one of the things he says in his book: -

'The BBC is populated by many people who are broadly of the centre-left, but it doesn't suffer from leftish bias: it suffers from a stodgy green, soft-left green liberalism, which isn't the same thing. Now, in any case, political paranoia about the BBC is an equal opportunity experience: the two parties which share power, share their unease about the BBC. They also understand it and are understood by it. This is perhaps the worst feature of the present state of play: the media and the parties view each other as instruments that should be played'. page 89, 'Scrap the BBC' by Richard D North.