The delights of decorating…

…mean that I’ll be offline for a little longer but come Thursday this week – 2nd July – I should be back blogging as normal.

It’s been an interesting week and things have become clearer in many ways.

More to come…stay tuned…

They really, really don’t get it yet – part 2561

Call me Dave doesn’t, anyway.

Conservative MPs are to pay back another £125,000 in expenses as a result of the party’s scrutiny review of claims, David Cameron has said.

By repaying the money, Mr Cameron said MPs would go some way to “atone for the mistakes of the past”.

Only if you sack every troughing fucker under your leadership will you do that.

And that includes your chums Duncan and Osborne.

When are you going to grow some balls, Dave?

The Clash – sheer genius…

…and still as relevant today…

To ‘English Nationalist’

I have to admit that I’m puzzled by the latest comment from ‘English Nationalist’ which you can find here – 9th comment down.

It’s not the content of it that puzzles me – indeed, it’s refreshing to find a comment from this person that’s so civil – but its source.

Here’s the posting details as revealed in my email inbox:

New comment on your post #2371 “The English Democrats, Will Carling, Billy Bragg and Fakebook celebrity ‘endorsements'”
Author : English Nationalist (IP: ,
E-mail :
URL    :
Whois  :

And here’s a screen capture of that:


The same address as the other comments from this author and the IP checks out again.

This message like most of the others appears to have been sent from an English Democrats Party email address, which leads me to conclude that the author is an EDP member.

So, here’s what puzzles me.

Why would a member of a political party which wants to be taken seriously write offensive comments on my blog which are full of personal attacks?

If I wrote something on this blog which attacked Brown, Cameron and Clegg – even Griffin of the BNP – would someone from any of their parties leave comments using their party email accounts?

Possibly – but it’s highly unlikely.

Ian Dale’s the nearest I’ve come to a proper politician leaving a comment here.

Would they leave offensive comments which concerned my sex life?


Furthermore, would they leave comments anonymously?

‘English Nationalist’ is hardly a name which identifies an individual, is it?

In seeking to solve this puzzle, I appear to be faced with a couple of possible answers.

1) English Nationalist is a fake. He’s somehow managed to hack into an EDP member’s email account and is trying to discredit the party. It all looks pretty genuine though – not like some of the spam attempts I’ve seen where the email address can be faked but the IP address reveals the fakery. I even put the IP address through a route tracer program and it revealed no strange route from its apparent source to my inbox.

2) English Nationalist is a genuine EDP member who seems to think that the anonymous posting of insulting comments is a legitimate political tactic. Why he should be so set on making juvenile comments about me I don’t know. OK, he obviously disagrees with my point of view and doesn’t like my attitude, but the last time I checked, representatives of political parties put their views across with reasoned arguments, not abusive comments.

I’m 100% positive that I know the name of ‘English Nationalist’ and I find it hard to believe that someone who eventually wants to hold national political office actually believes that such tactics are reasonable, acceptable, moral or ethical.

Such behaviour would be grounds for immediate dismissal in any other party.

This person really doesn’t get what I’m about.

I have no political axe to grind – my beef with Peter Davies isn’t his politics but the way in which he conducted his mayoral campaign.

Similarly, if the person in question here had not decided to adopt an extremely hostile attitude and then seek to make this matter personal then I probably would still be unaware of the existence of his party – which I was until a few weeks ago when a fellow blogger uncovered some of their dubious tactics – and of Peter Davies also, since I heard of Davies after I heard of some of the questionable methods of the EDP.

In fact, I blog about the EDP and Davies because of you, English Nationalist.

If you’d been far more discrete and adopted the usual methods of aspiring politicians, I wouldn’t be writing this and you might have got more votes in the EU elections.

I’m at a loss to guess why English Nationalist thinks that he’s going to win people over to his way of thinking when he deliberately adopts methods which the vast majority of people would find undemocratic and more suited to a banana republic – which we aren’t quite, yet.

If this person is who I firmly believe it is, then they have accused me of being ‘aggressive’.

All I can say is that if the negative views of a few bloggers really worry you that much then how are you going to cope with the cut and thrust of experienced politicians if you get into the Commons, or your constituents when they come to you with problems?

Are you going to send everyone who’s aggressive towards you ‘anonymous’ emails making smutty comments about their sex lives or poking fun at their names?

And would it show how politically astute you were if you sent them using your own party’s email address?

Such methods doom you to obscurity.

If the person whom I believe English Nationalist to be is reading this and goes with my first option above – then you seriously need to pay a good IT guy to come in and find out how your party’s email accounts are being hacked.

If, as I suspect, you are the latter – an anonymous EDP poster with some rather bizarre notions of how to win support for your party – then perhaps you’d like to start commenting under your real name if you want to win any sort of political respect.

Either way, whether you realise it or not, this may be some of the most helpful advice you’ve ever received during your political career.

“It’s political correctness gone mad”

I swear that the next moronic, inbred window-licker who uses this expression in my presence will be hunted down with rabid dogs to the ends of the fucking earth and fucking killed – painfully and very slowly using some sort of blunt instrument and a bottle of bleach.

I’m sick to the fucking back teeth of cliches like this – but that one in particular – and the unimaginative cunts who use them.

I bet 99% of the arseholes who use it couldn’t even explain what they mean.

Perhaps they’d like to use the English language to explain precisely what they mean.

If they can.

Then I might start listening to what they say.

Until then…

Ignorant motherfuckers.

Alcopops? Non!

Could this be the saddest Facebook group of all time?

5 very concerned French citizens have banded together to encourage moderation when drinking alcopops.

Si une jeune fille de 14 ans qui pèse 48
kg boit deux alcopops (soit 24 grammes
d’alcool), elle aura un taux d’alcool dans
le sang d’environ 0.9 pour mille.

Basically, if a 14 year old girl of average weight drinks two bottles of alcopops she’ll end up a bit pissed.

Pas de merde, Sherlock…

Ou sont les verts de l’été?

Well, that’s the end of an era.

Kodak have just produced their last batch of Kodachrome 35mm film and it looks as if it’ll all be gone by the end of the year.

If you have some and you want it processing then the only film lab capable of doing it – in Kansas US – will be offering the service until the end of next year – 2010.

I started photography as a hobby in about 1964 and got to the stage where I was developing and enlarging my own colour shots.

Now, of course, it’s mostly digital and although it’s convenient and quick, I don’t think anything can beat the thrill of seeing an image emerge in the developing tray.

The YouTube video below was inevitable as soon as I decided to post this:

Missing – 42 MPs

I’d just like to ask again, where the FUCK were all our MPs when the elections took place for the new speaker?

Even assuming that candidates weren’t allowed to vote, but maybe could in the later stages after they’d been eliminated, that still leaves over 40 of the troughing bastards unaccounted for.

593 MPs appear to have voted in the first stage.

That makes 42 MPs who didn’t attend the new Speaker’s election, if you disregard the 10 candidates and the current Speaker – assuming he can’t vote.

Where the blistering FUCK were they?

What the FUCK was so important that they couldn’t attend?

What the FUCK are we paying them for?

They really, really don’t fucking get it yet, do they?

Bercow – he’s a right cunt

The new Speaker’s acceptance speech says it all (my emphasis):

We have faced quite the most testing times. It has been a gruelling experience. Many Members feel very sore and very vulnerable, but large sections of the public also feel angry and disappointed. We do have to reform, but I just want to say that I continue to believe that the vast majority of Members of this House are upright, decent, honourable people who have come into politics not to feather their nests, but because they have heeded the call of public service.

What fucking universe does this cunt inhabit?

Certainly not the one in which the Telegraph exposed the vast majority of MPs as troughing pigs who took the taxpayer for every fucking penny they could.

Two minutes into the job and Bercow indulges in self-pity and sympathy for those poor misunderstood MPs and then says that the troughing was of limited extent.

What a total, grade A, self-serving, cunt.

When can we kick this fucker out?

It won’t be soon enough for me.

Failing that, blazing firebrands and pitchforks will do.

Roll on August…

Holiday now booked.

We had a few days away in the Mayenne region of France a couple of months ago to suss out the area. We liked it very much so we’ve got another week down there to see if it’s where we want to buy.

I have no idea what phase of ‘the Plan’ we’re at, but the back of our house is now all spruced up with everything painted and pointed with a view to selling later this year.