Picasso sketch 1964
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention to describe just how bloody wonderful it is to be an Englishman living in these joyous times.
Firstly we celebrated 90 glorious years of divine monarchy dedicating a lifetime of hollow crown duty by waving a lot and having to endure the permanent smell of fresh paint. Then we commemorated our holy English values as epitomised by our noble patron Saint George. As with most versions of English history, George`s origins and ethnicity are a little vague. He might have been born in Cappadocia which would make him a Turk or he might have been born in the Roman province of Syria Palaestina which roughly translates as either Syria or Palestine. What is certain is that he was not born within the concrete O of the M25, he did not speak English and his dragon slaying activities took place far away from Albion in a place called Beirut. Crying God for Harry, England and Agios Georgios might make you sound… well… a bit foreign. (more…)
If we accept the old Spanish proverb that suggests a wise man is capable of changing his mind but a fool never will, I hereby tender my wisdom credentials by conceding that for a number of years I have been completely wrong about Iain Duncan Smith.
This damascene moment of realisation coincides with other glaring errors now mercifully reversed and corrected. I can only offer heartfelt apologies for years of snide invective, defamation, grubby insults and ignorant left-wing dogma based on the politics of envy. (more…)
For a man of my age and given a lifetime of rather unpleasant and somewhat destructive habits, I am unfairly blessed with remarkably good health. On Wednesday, however, I presented my sorry carcass to a local A & E department and demanded to be seen by a junior doctor and, for good measure, any passing neurosurgeon in order to give them a piece of whatever remains of my mind regarding their decision to undertake industrial action. The very idea that junior doctors should vote to strike is an indication of just how sick the patient is and with vital signs fading, it might be too late for intensive care. (more…)
In these uncertain and dangerous times, it seems churlish to point out that even before the term was coined and the condition categorised, governments have operated from a position of paranoid schizophrenia. Monsters are out to kill us, they bellow. We will be murdered unless you do exactly what we tell you to do. Vote for us and we will keep you safe in exchange for your civil liberties. You have nothing to fear if you have nothing to hide. In the aftermath of yet another dreadful atrocity, “leaders” feel it necessary, usually in the same statement, to tell us that we are in great danger and yet also quite safe. (more…)
Doctors treat Jeremy Hunt
At the end of the day, in the final analysis, when all is said and done and when the dust has settled, it all boils down to a question of trust.
For example, you would not wish a drug-crazed loon with a weakness for the unsubtle expertise of a dominatrix anywhere near your broken roof even if the sun was shining. Nor would you employ a benefit cheat to “reform” the benefits system or put known criminals in charge of banks or allow someone with a hatred of children to fail at education and then be awarded law and order. At election time, the British are clearly a very trusting nation. (more…)