Well, would you believe it!

I don’t know. You go out of the country for five bloody minutes and the next thing you know, the snow’s back and everywhere is at a total standstill and the usual bloody suspects are moaning about it. “Oh, they don’t get hold-ups and chaos at airports and on the roads like this in Russia or Scandinavia or New York.”

Small problem, they’re not comparing like with like. We don’t get snow like they do in Russia, Scandinavia or northern America. And if the government started spending the amount of money those places have to just to keep going, you’d soon hear howls of protest. Enough to drown out the rent-a-mobs who are pretending to be students.

And the loudest howls would be from the Labour lot, who gave us the limited effort available for this year and spent all our bloody money to make sure there’s none for improvements. So if you get stuck in the snow, blame Gordon effin Brown.

By the by, there’s a huge green patch where the helicopter landed and the staff, resourceful souls that they are, are laying bets on when it will vanish under a new layer of snow.

Redistribution? Forget it!

Hooray for a more Thatcherite Britain! Hooray for solid opposition to redistribution of wealth. And surprise that the resistance solidified under New Labour.
    “If there is to be any redistribution of wealth, it should be in my direction only.”
I’ll drink to that!

Just another thought

Last week, I spotted this item on the BlackFlag News website:

“Aren't wheely bins great! Except when the lid freezes shut and you can't put anything in the bugger.”

At the end of this week, there was an item in the paper announcing that lots of councils are asking their residents to keep their bins somewhere warm to stop the lids freezing shut. Which doesn’t do much about the problem of a bin left out on the pavement all day, waiting for attention.

Just a thought

Doesn’t the world look a bare, grey and miserable place now that the rain has washed away all the lovely white snow and left just a stark, soggy, winter landscape?

Building Britain Bigger

One unexpected consequence of Dave the Leader Cameroony’s “Big Society” is that he wants people to be free to choose to make their home bigger without having to pay cash to their local council for permission to build. So that’s conservatories, extensions, en-suite gyms and swimming pools, and turrets for all with the dosh to pay for it.

Terrific!

Until Labour gets in and triples the Council Tax for anyone who has dared to deviate from their home’s original architectural plan.

Thank you so bloody much!

Have you ever wondered what New Labour’s real legacy is? It’s a psycho criminal doing 35 years being awarded the ’uman right to be called “Mister” by the screws while he’s enjoying Her Majesty’s hospitality. And Gordon Broon pretending he’s still a full-time MP when he’s never in London expect when he’s plugging his book, Blair-style.

“To the Deserving - bugger all. To the Undeserving - as much as they’re cheeky enough to blag.”

Whitemare, Schnitemare!

Don’t you get tired of the Moaning Minnies, who sound off every year when a bit of snow brings the country to a standstill? Of course, they have serious snow-tackling gear in Austria, Switzerland and Scandinavia, and for cities like New York, where they get HUGE amounts of snow every winter. But imagine the volume of the Minnies if we spent money on the same scale for preventing a few days’ disruption. Especially while the country is broke because G. Broon spent all our money and put us in a HUGE Broon Hole of debt.

Where would the cash come from? Would we have to stop overseas aid to China and India and stop funding their space programmes? Now, there’s a thought!