Didn't she realise...

Whenever Scrobs does a little retail therapy in Waitrose, which is a rather pleasant small grocer nearby, there is an added benefit attached to the commercial exchange of money for comestibles - a free newspaper.

Now, we gave up reading the Daily Telegraph years ago, as it cost more than the output was worth, and we rather like trees to be alive and waving their branches, rather than being squashed and sent to people with some sort of writing on them as pulp, so we cancelled that and spend the money on important things like a leg of lamb, or some nice bread.

But the deal in Waitrose is that if you spend more than ten splonders, you get a free paper, and so I get one for all to see at home. I hardly ever read it, but yesterday, while the fragrant Senora O'Blene was fussing about in the kitchen, waiting for several things to place on the plates, I skimmed the pages - tincture at hand! (You are a gross sexist brute, Scrobs, and deserve to have your nuts taken off with a blunt sickle)...

After near terminal boredom at the woke tittle-tattle about two ex-royals now living in a 75million pound drum in Los Angeles, and some idiot kneeling down for some stupid reason, I came across a full spread of saddening stories about saddish people going on sad holidays in a rather sad place - Andalusia...

I've only ever been there once; on business, and found it just about OK, but - 'sad'.

So here was this large girl, shrieking about very little on 'holiday', and suddenly realising that she would have to go into quarantine for two weeks when she returned. This has been advertised millions of times, even by the awful BBC, which gets its news from the third form of a small junior school in The Appalachian Mountains, where they prepare stuff for the Democrat Party.

Now, is it beyond the mentality of the stupidest person in the universe to just maybe consider that there may be consequences to dashing off for a couple of weeks of sangria, shags and sin, in a place where she might just get an awful disease after 'dancing' the night away with some oik from a sink estate somewhere unholy?

But the headline was 'Who's going to pay my £2,000 mortgage now'!

I despair, I really do.

Penalty shoot-out...

As anyone here knows, I don't follow football, preferring rugby, but this little clip is just so good, it needs an airing here...

He's a trier, isn't he...

PLM - Pensioners Lives Matter...

In another place, not far from here, on Biased BBC, certain stalwarts of Great British standing, and supporters of standards long-forgotten by virtue of a dire, increasingly irrelevant BBC, which is undermining all the edicts and values which were fought for by our parents and grandparents (and also in my case, a Bantam Soldier in WW1 as well), have decided enough is enough!

Pensioners Lives Matter, and the proposed taxing of such people, who have paid the 'licence fee' (tax) for all these years, will put even more of a strain on budgets from pensions - again, paid for and 'costed' by various - often useless governments, and it has to stop NOW!

Over the years, (nearly seventy-three golden ones, especially nearly forty-eight of those with the fragrant Senora O'Blene in my case), there have been various Pensioners Revolts, and as MPs eventually understand the plight of the great and good like us, who have funded the profligate lifestyle in Westminster for so long, and these MPs agree that these good people really need some financial respite from propaganda from such a failing broadcasting crowd -funded on pain of jail, it is a good time to start hammering a few nails in the coffin of a once great organisation, and send it second-class post to whatever subscription bunch will want to bother to pay for it.

Every three months, Senora O'Blene and I pay the TV tax - around £40.00, at about half a minute past midnight on the first of the month. They make sure the dosh gets into their grubby hands, very quickly, even before our pensions and poll tax is paid, and then they can spend it just as they like, with toothless Ofcom servants farting around in the background, and flunkies kow-towing to every 'politician', blue or red, (or even orange, if there are any), and the result isn't good.

Lots of people are leaving the BBC in droves, we haven't watched a single thing on the box since the Covid break-out, and we wanted to know more, rather than read the dead-tree press, but all they did was edit 'Gotcha' questions, and sneer at whatever realities Boris was facing. Since then, Senora O'Blene has read more books than in The British Library, and I have watched DVDs (now on Minder - sorry BBC, but that was when it was half-decent)...

PLM!

You know it makes sense!

Ears being lowered at 12.00 noon...

Today's the day!

Seventeen and a half weeks ago was my last trip to get a haircut, so, even after a couple of self-administered trims, I'll be so glad to be able to get back to some sort of normality...

I spent a happy half-hour trimming Senora O'Blene's flowing locks a few weeks ago, and funnily enough, she was so delighted, that she has forgone her appointment at the same hairdressers for the time being!

I also learned all about her garden, her family, what she was having for supper and where she went for her holidays!

Jimmy's Old Kentucky aire...

Last year, in a warehouse on The Kentucky River, the Jim Beam distillery lost about 45,000 barrels of young whiskey in a fire!

A standard US barrel contains approximately 175 bottles, which retail at around $18 each, so a hefty total of around $145m went up in rather pleasant smoke! The decision was made to allow the fire to burn itself out naturally, and not use hoses or dampening chemicals, which would eventually cause a run-off into the nearby water courses, and damage wildlife; which was nice!

Mr Drew Chandler, a Chief Firefighter explained that it was probably a lightning strike which started the damage, but he added that 'It was the best-smelling fire he'd ever been at', which is not a bad way to take a tincture I suppose...