I do not normally bother listening to breakfast tv or even much of it at any other time. But this morning, as my eggs softly boiled, my attention was drawn to the screen where the presenters went through their little newspeak routine for the brainwashed public.
And what I heard interested me and may be of some interest to you.
It was about 7:30 this morning, when Daybreak (?) interviewed a man whose job it is to "advise" ex-pats in Cyprus on the issues they face.
This article grew out of a comment I placed in Jim Dowson's piece on the continuing refusal to fly the Union Flag on Government Buildings in the capital city of one nation in the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.
I noted a comment already in place suggesting Jim had not really gone into much detail as to the matter and I went off to do some research of my own. In the course of that I came across an article apparently from The Observer which was published online on the portal that paper shares with The Guardian.
I don't normally pay much attention to the rants of the Daily Fail but on this occasion I shall make an exception. Two days ago a century of aviation history pivotal to both the defence of this country, and the spark of innovation that is everything British came to an end. Bristol (Filton) Airport closed.
I could write a book about this place and what it means to me, my family and to the country. In fact I damn well should, and if I do, then you saw and read the manuscript here first, folks.
What can I say about this place? I will start with my recollection of a wintry day as a spotty teenager. I had managed to bunk off school - officially - and stood at a fence in a dodgy part of Bristol that had seen better days, when the air was rent asunder by a noise I had only heard the equal of six years earlier, and majestically and as if by magic a great white bird rose off the tarmac and ascended into her place in history.
I freely admit that what I write here started out as a comment to a certain article on pig's heads but as I researched what I wanted to say, it became obvious something more substantial was needed.
Many years ago I discovered that the website operated by the UK National Kidney Federation had an absolutely jaw-dropping admission up there for all to see that the black and minority ethnic population of Great Britain were genetically predisposed to a number of medical conditions and illnesses, which meant that statistically, their kind were in far greater need of a transplanted organ to sustain their lives than the white population.
Are we seeing the first green shoots of the people rebelling against their political masters? Oh I do hope so.
In the wake of an absolutely disastrous scheme to "redevelop" the shopping centre of Newport, South Wales, which saw the developer run away leaving the town centre a bomb site because the damn fool council could not be bothered to slave-bond the developer to a crucifying cancellation charge in exchange for the licence to print money they thought they were getting, the outgoing council had absolutely no choice but to hand out offers of free parking for the first two hours in the main car park that was supposed to fleece the fools flocking to shop in the retail centres that never arrived.
I came across a most interesting story on the BBC News web site today.
Someone who I rather doubt to be an "indigenous white British" person has slimed their way up the particularly greasy pole to a position of authority over the policies regarding the fostering of vulnerable children in the area controlled by Rotherham Council. Hey, aren't they the same tossers who are in denial about the facts regarding the treatment of indigenous white british children by some of that sorry shitehole's foreign imports?
Anyway, it seems that a couple who have been "on the list" of approved foster parents for some seven years have now had two children removed from their care because they are members of UKIP.