Oh dear, I have been a lazy little blogger with no postings since Friday morning. Well, not really as there are lots of other things to do other than blogging, including a leafleting day in Redditch on Saturday 25th April, where I managed to slip on a grassy slope and twist my ankle, which I can assure you was painful - still is.
One thing when you do things like that is you have more time to read things a little more thoroughly than would be normal. As I could not do much after that than put my sore foot up and read the the paper I went through it from front to back and top to bottom, rather than glancing through and taking cuttings of any EU related items to keep for information.
Although I usually buy a Torygraph most days of the week, I refuse to buy one on a Saturday as I object to paying extra for all the unwanted crap that comes with it. I don't want pages on gardening, the other half looks after that, nor do I want pages on motoring as my old banger does what I need. Neither do I want pages on finance - I'm always skint and have nothing to invest. Glossy magazines and sports pages aren't required either, but I am expected to pay more just to fill the dustbin - no thanks.
So, my main reading on a Saturday is the Daily Mail that Mrs B buys on her shopping trip into Walsall, and today with a lame appendage I went through it, starting with the headline on the front page: "TREACHERY". This was the heading to an article on the appalling way this nasty, devious and shameful Government has done the dirty on the poor old Gurkhas who have come to the aid of this country and fought in our army. In one of the most underhand and devious bit of trickery that not even Sir Humphrey could have devised, this Government has said it has bowed to pressure to allow retired Gurkhas live here, but the rules are so onerous they are like the old joke: 'Free beer for pensioners over eighty, as long as they are accompanied by their parents'! This was not a good start to my reading.
On page five another frustrating article to get the blood boiling, but don't ask for an ice cream to help cool you down as this article was about councils banning ice cream vendors from their streets due to ice cream being fattening. It seems the lunies who have escaped from the asylum have taken control of Harrow council which is refusing to grant street vendors licences to those who operate ice cream vans, and our PC PC's have been told to move any vendors on the moment they stop. It seems a spokesperson for Harrow council has deemed that ice cream is "a fattening product, a luxury item." She said: "Councils need to start thinking about how they can promote healthy communities." She obviously missed the words: 'by order - or else'!
More woes on page six which reports that output in the UK has fallen, completely screwing the Chancellors figures. It seems that Alistair Darling's calculations have gone completely to cock since his budget. What can they expect though when they give £billions to the EU and screw up our business sector. Despite this page eight reported that our beloved Government Minister have spent £4billion on consultants - brace yourself for more direct and indirect taxation chaps.
Pages ten and eight have a full two page spread on a rather naughty lady who says she is about to spill the beans on four top Tories who have paid for certain services of the personal kind - if you know what I mean. That could prove interesting - especially in the run up to the European elections when the Cameron clan is desperately trying to prove it can beat clapped out Labour.
Page twelve, Harriet Harperson twittering on about firms being forced to show the pay gap between men and women - more bureaucracy. Page thirteen, tucked away at the bottom of the page was a short item which did not give credit, or space, to the seriousness of what it was covering, which is the state's intention to monitor every single persons internet activity with each and everyone of us having our own internet ID to help Big Brother to watch and monitor our every movement - this stuff is seriously scary. However, don't panic, it's all Google's fault, or so Steve Brogan says in a two page spread on pages fourteen and fifteen, in which he states: "They read your e-mails and know the secrets of your private life. They take pictures of your home and can track your every movement. Never in history has one firm known so much about us. So are we mad to allow Big Brother Google to take over the world?" Methinks Google has some serious competition from this Labour Government.
Another upsetting item on pages thirty four and thirty five was an account of the elderly lady who was put into a home due to her dementia. Her caring daughter, Betty Figgs, was not happy with the way the home treated her mother, who was unhappy, not well cared for and always hungry. So she gave up her business and had her home converted, all at great expense, so she could look after her old mom in her last days. She took her out of the home and her mother began to perk up, was much happier and began to look healthier - then the Social Services Gestapo moved in. With the help of the police they battered down the door of this kind ladies home and literally stole her old mom - the poor old soul is back in a home being looked after no where near as well as she was by her own family and Betty Figgs has been left with a demolished front door to sort out. When I read items like this I have to pinch yourself and ask: 'is this really the free and fair country I was born to?'
What about page thirty six, a pregnant woman told by her dentist to prove she was pregnant so she could claim free treatment? That's small beer. The financial pages reported the amount of jobs being lost all across the EU with Spain's unemployment figures at just over 17 per cent. Their precious euro which give countries such as Spain the wrong interest rate is not going to help them out of this one.
This unexpected spare time also gave me the chance to read about the Roman's fearsome Ninth army which destroyed most forces that had the misfortune to face it. Our Boadicea gave the Romans some stick, it sounded that she was a gruesome little madam and scared the Latin do-dah out of the Romans that faced her army, but sadly the Ninth finished her army off and she, it reported, poisoned herself. However, the end of the article told of how 6000 men of the Ninth marched into Scotland, or Caledonia as the Romans called it, and they vanished forever into the scotch mist and bogs - it looks as if the fearsome tribesmen of Scotland picked them off. Maybe we should set the Scots onto the EU.