Friday, 12 April 2013
Wednesday, 27 February 2013
Out of the mouths of...
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I was in a pet shop last week when I noticed a Muslim with the most amazingly coloured parrot perched on his shoulder… "Where did you get that from?" I asked, Christmas Island,Australia,!!! there's f’kin thousands of them!"--said the Parrot…!! |
Thursday, 21 February 2013
Horsing around
Thursday, 1 November 2007
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Bitter, disillusioned Dundonian lately rejected by longtime fiancée
seeks decent, honest, reliable woman, if such a thing still exists in
this cruel world of hatchet-faced bitches. Box 53/41
Sunday, 28 October 2007
Saturday, 24 March 2007
Sunset on Brittania
With the tragedy of oncoming events rapidly unfolding, it will be said that this is not the time to raise delicate matters. When is the right time? Later, when those wonderful defenders of democracy can ignore every sensible syllable uttered?
Admiral Sir
And where is the BBC film of the incident? Was the BBC crew on board the chopper or with the parties on the boats? It has been two days and no-one is asking these questions. It has been two days and not a single government spokesman has made a rational appearance within the media.
And what is a female doing in the party? According to one of the last party to be taken into custody in
An oppo of mine recently finished 22years in the Andrew and was muting his intention of going back in. He committed suicide instead. Another desperate soul that the politicians ignored and Navy failed to monitor.
The picture above is the Cornwall in sunset. Say No More!!!Sunday, 18 March 2007
Tragedy in the System.
IF
Written by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream — and not make dreams your master,
If you can think — and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more — you'll be a Man, my son!
BOTB says: Little wonder this is still the most read poem of our times. I placed this poem as a tribute to Sally Clark and with deepest sympathy to her husband and family. This tragic event is the result of system failure and the attitudes of those within the system not to be able to admit they are wrong. Parliament take heed! These are the words of one parent who lost a child under awful circumstances and it eventually destroyed him. What torment must Sally and her husband endure?
