And good morning to you all!
seems that the sunshine and temperatures above those that would kill a
semi-naked human within an hour are enough to allow one to imagine that
one’s health is improving. But it’s all an illusion.
this week, I have to mix things up and will not discuss sex at all. No
doubt you are relieved after the pornographic onslaught of last week. I
cannot avoid Brexit, or rather the quality of minister in her majesty’s
government, but will also visit Spain, Kondo-mania, happiness and other
things. So let’s get the British out of the way first, since I have not
mentioned them much in recent weeks. The point is that no matter how bad
you think things are where you live, it is often a lot worse elsewhere.
And as a bonus, I will not be mentioning the Orange Shit Gibbon either.
Concerning the British, it isn’t their failing Brexit that interests me but the utter stupidity
of the crown ministers. In the past, these guys were at the top of the
diplomatic tree and showed their worth against any international
opposition (whether they were against us or with us at any given time). I
didn’t like them but had to admit that they were formidable intellects.
Well, that’s all changed and radically so.
far we have had the female minister who complained that the Europeans
were treating the British unfairly by not allowing them seats in the
European parliament after Brexit, no representation of the various
European Union councils, no Euro-deputes, no use of European funds…
again, after Brexit. Please try and get your head around that one. I am still slightly bewildered.
This was followed by the next idiot
who claimed that he could simply go to Dublin and get an Irish passport
by asking for one, and only because he is 100% British, with no
connection at all to Ireland. He must be delirious in his personal fantasy world.
were the Brexit ministers David Davies and the even more stupid Dominic
Raab and now
there’s another one whose name I don’t know. Tusk’s and Barnier’s
comments about them were careful so as not to be seen as insulting those
intellectually deficient people who suffer from accidental or genetic
disorders. These ministers are almost a new prototype of single brain
Then we had the present misister of
transport who gave 20 million Euro to a «shipping company» who had no
ships, no staff, no experience, no contacts and no permission to use the
two harbours in question to ship goods. He is also previously
responsible as minister for prisons for stopping the inmates having
access to books. I am not making ths up.
However, in the
race to see who is the most incompetant and most useless minister… and
the most stupid, we have a new contender… «the minister for war…
sorry, the minister for defence». That verbal piece of sarcasm was
spoken yesterday by the Russian minister for defence, Lavrov.
particular minister (name : Gavin Willianson) is worth googling just to
get a look at him. He makes a complete break with the British
diplomatic past by looking like someone who graduated three years ago from a low ranked university, last in his class,
with a degree in selling insurance or second hand cars. When I looked up
his past just now (having typed that), I was actually shocked – and not shocked – to learn that
he was actually a fire-place salesman before he went into politics. Not shocked that it’s true as that’s what
he appears as and totally shocked that anyone on the planet at any time
in human history would give him a job as defence minister for the UK.
It is impossible to accord his face any credibility. You just know, that
since he was named defence minister, he has been spending as much time
as possible alone in his office making plastic model aeroplanes and
tanks and ships. He knows that they are British models because it says
so on the boxes. He would then be playing with them as if he were Lord
Commander of the air force, the fleet, the army, charging at the
Russians, the Chinese, the Americans and the Europeans and beating them all… in his
little boy’s imagination.
His real world stupidity comes
in with the award of 9 million pounds for the purchasing of «drones, to fight
against the enemy, waves and waves of drones». That’s a fucking
quote!!!!! Fortunately he didn’t go as far as to specify the enemy in
question… just imagine the consequences! Well, he wouldn’t be a
contender for the most stupid boy in the world if that were still the
He also misunderstood the types of drone needed by
the military. He was basing his «calculations» of the drones cost by what you
can buy on the internet or in a supermarket, you know, the little ones, with cameras.
The military ones cost a lot more, a lot lot more. What he also didn’t
work out was that each drone needs a human operator to control it.
Sending in a thousand drones against this imaginary enemy would require as many
operators. One army general at the official meeting was heard to mutter
the word «idiot» while rolling his eyes to the Heavens. But things never
stop with the first mistake, or the tenth, or the twentiest, in this
case. His pronouncement last week that he would send the new British
aircraft carrier (which, incredibly, has no planes yet, but are you
really surprised?) to the Pacific to keep the Chinese in check and show
them that the British mean business when others are being naughty. He
actually said «the UK [was] prepared to use lethal force to deter
countries that flout international law.You have to ask: Is he living in the year 1850? Or is he abusing the opium? Or is his IQ the same as his age?
Amidst the guffaws of some and the despair of others, the Chinese responded.
hinted at their displeasure. That is a serious rebuke by their
standards in case you don’t have experience of how the Chinese operate
diplomatically. The follow-up was announced yesterday (Saturday) when they told the
British Chancellor of the Exchequer (one of the only strong and educated
minds in the present government) that his long planned visit to China to discuss
trade agreements after Brexit was … cancelled, just two days before he was due
Meanwhile, the boy minister for defence is planning his next move against someone else, maybe the Russians.
understand, I am not making any of this up. It is all real and it all
happened. I am not even exaggerating. I wouldn’t dare as the reality is
just too awfully funny.
But Brexit is a success according to
their Trade minister (a man named Fox who has a penchant for sharing a
bed with his male business friend while on government business trips,
just to save money for the country… yeah, right!) Having announced
that there would be at least 40 countries ready and willing to sign
advantageous trade deals with the UK after Brexit, he just announced
that he had signed a follow-on deal with … the Faroe Islands. He even
urged everyone to celebrate his achievement. When it was pointed out to
him that all other countries were sticking with the European trade
agreements with the EU and didn’t really care about the post-Brexit UK,
he immediately claimed that the Japanese had be told by the European
Union to not make any deals with Britain. I would love to have seen
Barnier’s and Tusk’s faces when they heard that one. Apparently the
Japanese are none too pleased either with the British comment.
Having followed all this with morbid fascination, I’d be astonished if any of them could tie their own shoe laces.
But enough of that depressing yet fatally amusing nonsense!
fact, the best way to describe the whole thing is to consider them like
the crew of the Titanic deciding, by themselves, that the iceberg
really must get out of the way.
Good luck with that!
I see that the Catalan gang who are now on trial have been giving indirect
interviews via family and lawyers about how they have all become born
again Catholics. They all (with one exception) go to Mass regularly, one of them even got married
in prison, and they are generally now all pious.
Prison does that, you might be given to say.
me this is their play to become allies with Vox, the ultra right wing
party of zenophobes. They were obviously made for each other.
Combining both Spain and Britain next, and this is what you will not be missing when they have gone…
flight from Glasgow to Malaga had to be diverted after a fight broke
out on board. The Ryanair (who else??) plane landed in Madrid where a
disruptive passenger was met by Spanish police on Thursday evening.
The flight then continued its journey to Malaga.
The fight started when one drunk man started pestering women in a hen party. None were sober, really.
men were trading punches in a full fist fight in the aisle … in a
plane…. in mid-air!!! Even more incredibly, the cabin crew had to ask
the passengers for help. That’s when the drunken women tried to «help».
Only on Ryanair and only the British.
Complete chaos at the back of the plane. I wonder how they are now enjoying their holiday in Malaga.
about these American serial killers that they make films about. Russian
police are investigating whether an 80-year-old woman is a serial
killer after her lodger’s dismembered body parts were found in her
fridge. The retired farm worker was arrested after the 52-year-old
victim’s remains were discovered. Who discovered them? Another lodger?
(I want a cool beer… opens fridge door… grinning head looking back
out from among the beer cans.)
The investigating detectives suspect she could be linked to the disappearance of up to seven people.
What was she doing? Eating them? Serving them up to new lodgers?
arrested woman reportedly slaughtered pigs as part of her farm work and
since burning human flesh gives off a smell similar to pork… I don’t
want to think about that one any more.
No one seems quite
sure whether Raphael Samuel, the anti-natalist from India who plans to
sue his parents for having been born without his consent, is for real or
not. My natural cynicism makes me think that his logic is somewhat
fragile. Does he want his parents to kill him? Does he want the right to
officially be considered not to exist for tax purposes? Is he writing a
Personally, I hope that his parents retaliate by counter-suing
him for being an ungrateful miserable bastard and not the son for which
they had hoped.
Or maybe not…. There must have been plenty of times when my parents felt like suing me for damages.
Thinking more about this, who can I sue for the fact that one day I am going to die?
from the Resolution Foundation (that can only be American) uncovered
the curious finding that people are at their happiest at the ages of 16
and 70. Given how crap my life was when I was at 16, I will not comment
on the second date until I get to 70, if I do. I can’t imagine that I
will be taking month long cruises to fill in the time but I will ensure
that I won’t be spending time with people with much more money than me.
How depressing would that be?
I don’t know about you lot at 16 but I
spent most of my time hiding in the shadows of my own life, desperately
wishing I was someone else. I was a spy in school (I groan with
embarrassment thinking about it now still), an undiscovered footballer
who would win the world cup (yeah, with no ability, no vision, no
potential and no hope, I was going to go far.), a unique boy with X-ray
vision (you don’t really think I was normal, do you?) and a future Pope
(an actual possibility compared to the previous).
I don’t know when I grew up.
only the Eurovision, but the Grammys, the Oscars, the Baftas, the Goyas
and whatever French version they have, are all coming up soon. With no
television I can avoid all that shit. But you can’t, can you? You all
And someone in your house is going to be watching them… and you will just fall in line and watch them too.
only do these programs invariably overrun in time, all you get are
people you’ve sometimes heard of give rambling acceptance speeches,
thanking people you’ve certainly never heard of. The format is numbingly
predictable. A bad joke, someone reading out the four nominations, a
few clips of the show in question and then the winner is announced.
Repeat for four hours, ending with a lifetime achievement award for
someone the organisers think is getting old and might die soon.
Why? Why? Why, Lord, why???
speaking of losing the will to live, I get to Marie Kondo….. the
latest in a long line of people put on this earth to make others feel
bad about themselves. Do not deny that you have heard about this ordeal
of a person. I am also willing to bet that you are taking her seriously.
Step back please and try to get your head around the idea that being tidy is not the invention of Marie Kondo.
plan is to SELL you order (rather than disorder) so that your life will
take on order too, so she says. If your wardrobe is all nice and
ordered, your emotional life will benefit.
An orderly home is an orderly life.
The fuck? Such bollox!
throw out all those things you don’t use any more…. books, kitchen
impliments, tools, clothes, shoes, bags, pictures, furniture, knives,
forks, plates, cups, glasses, food, cars, beds, rooms, phone numbers,
addresses, CDs houses, jobs, husbands, wives, ungrateful children,
grandparents… aaaarrrggghhh Throw away everything!!!! Just think of
how happily ordered your life will be afterwards!
The only thing you end up throwing away is the money you spent on her books.
French have bought into this too, as well as the Spanish, the Irish,
the English, the Americans (of course), but not, apparently, the
Japanese. Or the North Koreans… though that may have to do with the
fact that they own nothing and therefore have nothing to throw away.
secretary in the department was watching a video on-line this week and I
watched for five minutes, coldly and with morbad fascination (again).
Kondo kneel on the floor, patiently teaching stressed out middle class
parents how to fold a T-shirt (for fuck sake!!!!), fills me with
something closer to eternal sadness for humankind. She just doesn’t seem
to have any problems in her life at all. What’s hidden?
of «sparking joy in the world through tidying” is such bullshit that I
get angry just thinking about it. Why is it that the neuroscientists
have been pointing out that untidy people are usually the sharpest
Well, they tidy ones are, by extension, idiots. Or Brexit ministers.
Have you picked up items in your homes recently and looked at them with the question: does this spark joy in my life?
If the answer is no, then throw it out!
the same idea to friends and family is not suggested in her drivel,
though it is the only one that would bring any happiness to anyone.
KonMari method (as it is called) also claims that couples can deepen
their ties through tidying, but, personally, I can’t be arsed with that.
Go on, start sharing the tidying with your husband, wife or special
friend. The fight starts within five minutes… don’t put that there,
you didn’t clean here, that’s not mine, I’m not cleaning up after you
and so on. Horror!
Let’s face it… this is nothing other than Obsessive Compulsive Disorder being sold as an advantage to life. It isn’t.
I like collecting things. Even clothes from 40 years ago. And toys from
50 years ago. And Christmas decorations from 100 years ago.
when I see this type of normal desire for having a clean house being
appropriated by someone in order to make money, I just want to make a
I hope you enjoyed this weeks untidy mess.
love and dirt to you all
And I’m looking forward to all those beers soon. Make a gap in your untidy calendars please!