The temptation to call a snap election, to take effect in early April, should be irresistible to any truly resolute leader in May's dilemma. It would ensure the UK falls out of the EU by default, as Article 50 kicks in. The country would then have the chance to clear out MPs who are not fulfilling their roles on behalf of the majority of their constituencies.Simply announce it shortly in advance, to see how the EU responds. In the meantime, start wooing the young voters into understanding that a seat at the EU table is not all that it is cracked up to be.
Saturday, 19 January 2019
Thursday, 17 January 2019
It reminds me of Wind in the Willows
Can someone tell me precisely where the shortcomings are in May's draft treaty? I hear a lot of MPs saying they exist, but give no supporting evidence.
Granted, the small print was drafted by the ultimate arch Remainer, Oliver Robbins. Granted, May listens to all who she encourages to consult her, but then she seems to ignore them, anyway.
Her vacillations are public knowledge. There is no telling what concessions will be made to appease those who are hostile to Brexit and the ultimate bargaining tool of No Deal. Without this hanging over the EU's head, what chance do the dunces who oppose it think we will have, by way of leverage? If it happens, it will be because of EU intransigence, not that of the UK.
I see nowt wrong with abiding by WTO rules. The squabbling MPs who oppose it must be the worst negotiators imaginable.
I fear that our PM lacks the commitment to truly do what is best for the UK.
Come the next election, I sincerely hope the electorate will vote to clear out the weasels and stoats that represent us in both houses.
Wednesday, 2 January 2019
I have a revolutionary proposal. Implement an entirely new approach to this costly and inefficient service.
Instead of running trains on lines, start replacing them with communally-shared self-drive cars perpetually running on the same routes. The tracks and power lines would be ripped up, to provide a smooth surface for the new vehicles to drive on, electrically powered. They would be fitted with sensors in order to maintain safety and no other types of traffic would be permitted to use these routes.
Stations would exist en route, with journeys terminating in selected major towns, where they would loop back to make return journeys on parallel ‘roads’.
Done sensibly, this system would do away with timetables and smoothen the travel experience.
I call them cars, but as long as they are standardized in size and appearance, it doesn’t matter. They should also be bulk-purchased from major companies for rental to commuters and users in general.
Monday, 24 December 2018
This is based on a true event that happened a few days ago.
Our son-in-law and elder daughter came to stay with us six months ago, partially to help us care for ourselves in our dotage, but also to start a new business.
After much research, they chose empty premises close to our town’s basilica, a Roman Catholic Church of prominence. The choice of business was a retail shop, specializing in upmarket clothing and aromatic soaps. It is going great guns and the locals have taken our sociable couple to their bosoms, especially the Spanish with whom they are integrating.
One late afternoon, during the traditional two hour siesta period, my son-in-law had closed the front shutters between the shop entrance and the pavement, to enjoy a nap, hidden and undisturbed behind them. He heard young adult voices outside, possibly of two couples, speaking in Spanish and mischievously joined in the banter. After a while, one of the women asked him, “Excuse me, but do you speak English?”
“Yes, I am in fact English,” he replied.
“We are from Venezuela,” she asked. “Do you know anything about the church by you, in the plaza?”
“Yes, I am a Roman Catholic myself, and the priests there blessed our shop.”
“Well, it is a beautiful church and the minute I saw it, I chose it as the place where I want to get married.”
“To me!” one of the men laughed, joining in the conversation.
“Then speak to one of the priests there. I am sure they would be delighted to conduct the ceremony. Father Josef is the young priest and I regard him as a friend. He is learning English.”
The woman said, “Thank you for your help, we’ll go there now. Goodbye!”
They departed, never having met face to face, the young woman intending to confirm a date for her proposed wedding.
When our proud owners of their new shop first came to Spain, their knowledge of Spanish was negligible, but with the help of a female assistant who was brought up in Spain, coupled with their need and determination to succeed in Spain, they are coming along in leaps and bounds as they integrate with the locals. My hat is doffed to them in admiration.
For those of you who do not know about the current situation in Venezuela; it is an oil-rich, disastrously run, strife-ridden and economically bankrupt nation where people are starving. I have no doubt that these youngsters fled it as needy refugees but will make the transition successfully. My son-in-law may never have met them, but I have no doubt he will be monitoring their progress and we hope to see at least one couple walk down the aisle.
Wednesday, 19 December 2018
At last, another member of our family has seen a UFO! It was shooting around high in the sky over our house, zigzagging at high speed before stopping.
Yesterday morning, my son-in-law, who is in his fifties and has never seen anything unconventional in our skies, noticed a round object at great height. It didn’t leave any vapour trail as it moved around, before disappearing in plain sight.
I mentioned to him that what he described had also appeared over Los Angeles this year, He looked it up, compared it against the photos he had taken of it using his mobile phone, and confirmed that it was identical, with portholes visible above as it dipped onto its edge.
It makes me feel less vulnerable to the flat-earth brigade who mock people like me.
Wednesday, 12 December 2018
I cannot help but have a quiet chuckle at the antics of our Members of Parliament.
In taking full advantage of their powers to keep Theresa in check, do those who voted Remain realise the extent to which they are demonstrating the absolute need to keep the very controls they wish to give away to the bureaucrats in Brussels?
I would urge both sides in the great debate of Brexit to take stock before taking different paths to achieve the same aim. In reality, this is no more than using the means within their grasp, thus demonstrating how important it is to have this degree of control available to our elected MPs firsthand.Being part of a larger trading block is all well and good, but the EU is proving to be intransigent, riven with dissent and run by unelected, quarrelsome uncivil servants who treat the UK as a vassal state.
Saturday, 24 November 2018
These apparently true events may (or may not) interest you.
These children all have invisible friends who really existed - and can give details about them that they would have no way of finding out for themselves
Rosalyn, three, revealed she had 'dead' friends to her mother, Rebecca Evans.
Mrs Evans, a journalist, said she had never talked to her daughter about death.
Records show children with names of 'dead' friends lived at the house in 1800s.
My three-year-old daughter, Rosalyn, is happily chatting away as we walk through countryside near our home. She is telling me about her morning at pre-school, the games she played and how she wants pasta for dinner, flitting from one subject to another in her usual excitable babble.
‘I’ve got a new best friend,’ she announces. ‘How lovely,’ I say. ‘What’s her name?’
‘Tilly. She lives in our house,’ comes the reply. ‘She’s my friend, and she’s dead. Alex is my friend, too. He lives here. He died. His mummy and grandad died, too. We play babies together,’ she announces, before moving on to the merits of strawberry ice cream over chocolate.
I decided to do some digging, in an effort to convince myself that there is nothing to Rosalyn’s imaginings. I wish I hadn’t.
Census records for 1861 show there was a ten-year-old boy called Alexander Turner living here. And records for 30 years later, in 1891, list a Matilda Oke, aged 20. Records are patchy from this time, so it’s very likely that Matilda was living here when she was much younger.
Take the mother-of-six Katie Jones, 33, a carer from Canterbury, Kent. She has an 11-year-old daughter Alice, who, from the age of two, has spoken of seeing people who are no longer here. Katie, who is married to landlord Gareth, 47, explains: ‘When Alice was two, she started to cry a lot, saying there were two men in her room staring and shouting at her, and she didn’t like it.
‘She then started to say that a girl called Sheila sat at the bottom of her bed crying for her mummy. I looked in old newspaper cuttings and found that there was a girl of that name murdered here. It chilled me to the core.
‘Alice then told me that my grandmother, also named Alice, who died a year before my daughter was born, was coming into her bedroom. She said that Nanna had told the girl and the men to go away, and they had.’
Katie says Alice would accurately describe the clothes her grandmother wore, something she couldn’t have known.
Mother-of-two Tricia Jordan is not clairvoyant, but she is in no doubt that her son talks to the dead.
The 32-year-old medical secretary says her seven-year-old son, Luca, has been ‘seeing’ her dead grandmother since he was a baby, which used to scare her, but she now feels comforted by it.
Tricia, from Newport, Gwent, who is married to postman Stuart, 37, and also has a four-year-old son, Bobby, says: ‘My grandmother passed away when Luca was 18 months old. He had just started to speak, and the first thing he told me was how Granny would tuck him up in bed. I found it really strange. It used to scare me, and I’d change the subject.
‘One of the eeriest things was him singing The Big Ship Sails On The Ally-Ally-O, which she always sang to me. He would sing it over and over, and tell me how Granny was there. I had never sung it to him. There is no way he could have known this song.
‘As time went on, I realised he wasn’t scared so it was all right.’
Thinking about it? It makes me wonder.
Want to read more incidents that have been checked?
See the book The Children That Time Forgot, researched by Peter and Mary Harrison. It’s on Amazon.
I once had a memorable discussion with my best friend’s mother when I was about five years old, tucked up in bed when she came into my room, where my pal was having a sleepover. She’d died the night before.
Friday, 16 November 2018
To those of you who insist it is, answer with the facts supporting this premise.
I heard May defending herself yesterday in parliament and heard no inconsistencies whatsoever in her current and previous statements of intent.
What the draft agreement with the EU supposedly achieves is in line with what Brexit was voted for in the referendum.
Therefore, the devil must lie in the details, that is to say the small print in what is a lengthy document. What I see happening is nitpicking by her hostile would-be backers in the Tory party. If the intent of the wording is not clear to those who read it, it is because they don’t believe May, the daughter of a vicar, who they fear is being duplicitous and colluding with Barnier and his team.
I’m happy to dispute these exaggerated interpretations, since they do not bear close inspection. So is May, by the sound of it. She is happy with the way things are going and, to my ears, is sincere in that belief while those around her are losing their sense of proportion.
If she remains resolute and wins through, time only will tell if she is what she could really be, that is an honest broker. She has the makings of a steely leader. I say this having consistently wanted her to go.
Thursday, 18 October 2018
The EU representatives are being noticeably obdurate in their determination to create their own army. Why, you may ask yourself?
Could it be their desire to control internal dissent, especially when it arises in the minnow countries within the union? How would any leader react, given the means, if someone chooses to protect their borders by erecting razor-wire fences? “Send in the troops!” will be the rallying call, to protests that will not be heeded, in the name of unity.
It will put the already undemocratic EU in the enviable position of not only being directly unelected, it will be in charge of a legitimised weapon-toting force that is akin to an armed gang. Its legitimacy will be legalised by powerful nations like France, hoping to restore itself to its former glory.Why is it that physically small men like Napoleon, Putin and Sarkozy seek and attain power so easily? France itself was angry that Poland cancelled the Airbus helicopter deal. Now it wants a European army. Ever wondered why?
Wednesday, 17 October 2018
Science fiction fans who enjoy lively plots and bigger-than-life characters will find Tumbler’s works meet all of their expectations and more. Tumbler writes beautifully and manages to pull off humor in the most eloquent of ways possible. Some science fiction books are fraught with terminology and processes that overwhelm the reader. Tumbler combats all of that with his stunning cast of characters and an upbeat tone that is set from the first chapter.
Pages: 314 | ASIN: B07H4QQR8K
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Tuesday, 16 October 2018
In the event of no-deal, Britain will be worse off than us, say the Irish nation leaders of less than 5 million good people. I'd be bricking it if I were in their shoes, after their attempts to find other ways to channel their goods ended in failure. They would need to spend billions more if they were forced to break ties with the UK, due to intransigence. The hard border is already there, working remotely, in situ, without the EU needing to do much more that they already have installed. It is a farce, getting huffy and menacing when David Davis clearly laid bare the exaggerations being spouted.
With friends and neighbours like these, who needs enemies?
Sunday, 9 September 2018
FUTURE WORLD ROLLS! is the second book in the series, Carousels Of Life and is now being published.
It is a Space Opera set to music, much of it fresh. It is packed with zany humor and larger than life characters.
Give it a whirl, I urge you.
Details are emerging on my Bookstall.
Details are emerging on my Bookstall.
Wednesday, 18 July 2018
Surely it isn't a sin to be a Brexiteer? Is it a bad thing to want your own ELECTED MPs to run your own country? Is it a bad thing when you see the lack of quality in the present rule makers in Brussels? Should we not be given the chance to get rid asap of those who rule us, remotely? I should include those who have vested interests in Europe and are trying to make the Brexit vote invalid and thwart the decision in favour of being ruled from Brussels.
Monday, 2 April 2018
Shout it from the rooftops!
News reporting at its best!
Enough to make you sick! Health chiefs put flying lessons, go-karting, five-star hotels and even McDonald’s trips on credit cards... and YOU pay the £5.8million bill
NHS bosses are using taxpayer-funded credit cards to pay for helicopter lessons
Chiefs have racked up expenses of £5.8million in 2 years including on go-karting
The cards were introduced in the nineties, designed to easily fund travel for senior staff, but they have been used in pubs, bowling alleys and McDonald's.
Read it on the grapevine
Sunday, 18 February 2018
This book was such a fun read!! I’m still relating these interweaving stories to daytime soap operas. Drama is found on every page. I love the imagination used to create some of these alien worlds on (and within) Earth. As current residents of this planet, we’ve barely scratched the surface. There very well could be hidden pockets of civilizations. And then there’s the music. Everybody loves a good rock concert. Music does make the world go ‘round.
The author has a unique writing style. He shares his story with the reader. There are occasions when he clarifies word meanings and explains why a certain event is told after the other. I found it a bit odd at first, but now it makes me feel like he really is sharing his tale with me.
I was a bit sad, though. As a supporting character in this story, my friend Mr. Tumbler wasn’t around much. I have grown to think of him as a favorite crazy uncle who spends most of the year adventuring around the world. We don’t see him very often, but when we do, we party like it’s 1999!!
As I was reading, I was focused on the entertainment aspect of various aliens, humans, time travel, and rock ‘n roll. I also enjoyed finding lyrics mixed into conversations. I would stop, hum a bar or two, and then continue with the story.
Now that I’ve had a few days to “digest” what I’ve read, I’m wondering if there’s more to this “future world” than the “rock”?? Humans have progressed in technology creating the ability to streamline the world’s economy. Aliens have successfully integrated into society. The government has implemented an invasive “rehab” system for criminals. A “conversation” does take place via songs, but I’m wondering if there is a deeper meaning to some of the selected tunes? Is this our future? Would it be a bad thing? An interesting spin on religion is mentioned...