Hundreds Of Miles Away…
…as the BBC describe us, here in Weymouth, the berk flew in, hijacked Asda, the very source of my daily bread and tried to turn it into Gordon Brown land. Never! We may have an inadequate sycophant in Jim Knight as our present MP and an aristocrat, landowner and James Bond villain, Richard Drax, as our future but we are proud Dorset men, we are, so we are, arrrrghr!
The Sharon Shoosmith Affair
No one emerges with any credit from this sad tale of the way that we all failed Baby Peter.
Why can’t Ms Shoosmith accept that as Director of Childrens Services for Haringey she MUST take responsibility for her department’s appalling failure to protect the child? No one is saying that she is personally culpable for his death. Management is all about achieving results through other people and in this case she manifestly failed.
Ed Balls is one of the seedier and more slippery of Gordon’s cronies. You can see him looking sideways in everything he does, watching his back, ducking and diving to avoid any come backs, looking for any opportunity to take credit or blame someone else. Anything that he or his wife, Yvette, are involved in becomes a horrible curdled mess. It comes from mixing too much oil, slime, and vinegar . I can sympathise with Ms Shoosmith about having a boss who is so cowardly, two faced and disloyal.
It’s time to move on. Both of these individuals are history. Somehow, we must find a way to protect vulnerable children effectively.
The One Show
I have followed the One Show loyally and faithfully from the very beginning to now, I’m afraid, the end.
Christine has lost her innocence and joined the celebrity merry-go-round. Adrian has been done down in an offensive way by the BBC management and is moving on to bigger and better things.
It was great while it lasted but now it is becoming a parody of itself.
It is over.
Dermot’s X Factor Interviews
Dermot O’Leary’s interviews with David Cameron and Nick Clegg, tonight on BBC3, were incisive and inspiring in a way that none of the other debates or interviews have been.
Perhaps precisely because they were aimed at a 16-24 year old audience, these were forward looking, exciting programmes. Look to your laurels, Paxman, Dimbleby, et al.
I think Dermot will tear Gordon Brown to pieces next week.
Ryanair Plumbs New Depths
I see that the deeply unpleasant and sleazy Michael O’Leary is refusing to comply with the EU law that requires him to provide his passengers with accommodation and food when they’re delayed.
I’ve never travelled in one of his cattle trucks but based on my one and only experience of Easyjet, which is supposed to be about the same, then I’d rather walk or stay at home.
In normal circumstances I’d be supporting anyone who wanted to defy the EU but in O’Leary’s case I’ll make an exception.
Obnoxious, ignorant, self-important, oafish – no, they don’t quite sum him up. I tell you what, blatant and clear intent to defy the law that governs his business makes him unfit to hold an operator’s licence.
He should be banned from running an airline.
The Dunkirk Spirit
I can see it now. Gordon as beachmaster in his tin hat. Long lines of stranded tourists and businessmen queuing out into the surf to be rescued by our plucky boys and ferried home to Blighty. Look, there’s Alistair falling over in the waves again and I can see Peter is serving tea and bully beef sarnies to anyone who’ll listen to him for a couple of minutes.
Ed Balls is smiling broadly as he builds sandcastles with some of the kids and his missus, Yvette, is trying out her French with some of the locals. Alan Johnson is refusing to listen to any of his advisors as he loads more and more Labour voters into overcrowded rowing boats.
The two Milliband brothers are checking who can get a place and who can’t, “Labour voters this way. Women, children and Tories wait your turn!”
Another glorious defeat plucked from the jaws of victory.
“We’ll fight them on the beaches, on the landing grounds, at airports up and down the country. I knew we could rely on Iceland to come to our rescue. If the volcano won’t come to Gordon, then Gordon will go to the volcano. No more boom and bust. Vote Labour or die!
Don’t panic! Don’t panic”
What If The Volcano Doesn’t Stop?
It might start by ruining the holidays of the wealthy. Then it might be inconvenient for business if executives can’t get to their high powered meetings. The supply of out of season fruit and vegetables from Kenya would disappear.
The eruption might not stop for days, weeks, even months or years. It might get worse. See here for what happened 227 years ago when a volcano in Iceland erupted and be afraid, be very afraid!
That would shock us all out of our comfortable little lives wouldn’t it? We wouldn’t all be so concerned about the Leaders TV debate then would we?
Some might say we are overdue, maybe even deserve a catastrophe on Planet Earth.
Who knows?
This could be the start of it.
There Are Lies, Damned Lies And Then There’s Gordon Brown
How he has the bare faced cheek to claim that he’s been saying “for months” that the banks should have been more tightly regulated!! The man has been incredible for some time but even for him this latest, astonishing volte face is truly astounding.
Our Prime Minister is nothing short of a liar. When he appears tonight on the first ever great TV debate let us hope that his true colours are revealed. Messrs Cameron and Clegg have the opportunity to drive home the coffin nails into Gordon Brown’s premiership. Let them strike hard and true. The country needs relief from this shabby little man, his putrid ideas and his shameful politics.














