A Travesty of Justice.

I just thought that I should also publicise this arrant stupidity.

A former soldier who handed a discarded shotgun in to police faces at least five years imprisonment for "doing his duty".

Paul Clarke, 27, was found guilty of possessing a firearm at Guildford Crown Court on Tuesday – after finding the gun and handing it personally to police officers on March 20 this year.

What was the offence?

Prosecuting, Brian Stalk, explained to the jury that possession of a firearm was a "strict liability" charge – therefore Mr Clarke's allegedly honest intent was irrelevant.

The country has gone barking mad.

H/T to Surrey Today

Humour

From a Cat's Diary

Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre
little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash
or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations
perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my
strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to
disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I
had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly
demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending
comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. *******s.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed
in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could
hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due
to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use
it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my
tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this
again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The
dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be
more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the
guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors
have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.
For now...............

If you liked this, then try here.

DNA database

Well we could all see this coming.

A high-flying city lawyer was fired from her £150,000-a-year job after a 'routine security check' revealed her DNA was held on the national database - over a 'false allegation' made against her.

Treated as a criminal, even though the Police had "insufficient evidence" that she tried to fraudulently obtain a nursery school place.

She said: 'I've gone from working five days a week and being able to spend my weekends with my children to now working seven days just to keep a roof over their heads.'

How many more injustices are we going to see before this replusive piece of legislation is repealed?

H/T to the Mail

Jobsworth alert, Ducky

It's about time this sort of thing stopped.

A mother has been fined £75 for feeding ducks in a park with her toddler son.

Vanessa Kelly had taken 17-month-old Harry on his weekly visit to the to feed ducks when she was approached by a council warden.

The reason being given that it would attract vermin. It certainly did that.

I really am losing the will to live when I read articles like this. Bloody jumped up little Hitler.

Read it for yourself if you don't mind high blood pressure.

Ministers to shelve Internet snooping plans

Ministers have shelved plans to collect details of all text, e-mail and Internet communications until after the general election.

That it was even contemplated in the first place, given labour's disastrous knack of losing data, in recent years beggared belief.

Full article in Yesterday's Times

Please make them stop

As far as I can see from reading this article it doesn't pay you to report anything to the Police anymore.

Mary Cooke, 27, was visited by police after she called 999 to report that she had nearly been run down by a speeding car.

This is what could happen if you do.

Days later, Mrs Cooke received a letter from Staffordshire County Council, warning her of a potential 'referral' for her unborn child. In addition, the council contacted her midwife.

What did she do?

She hadn't finished decorating her hall!

How on earth does it now become a crime? Are we going to have a "decorating officer squad" knocking down our doors for the crime of the wrong colour offense, or the "plumb squad" arresting us for the offence of Showering too long, liable to drain the water pipes"

I give up. What the hell has happened to this country?

Home sweet home

Mr & Mrs FE had the whole brood down last night for the local fireworks display. It was a superb night and everyone drank too much. As much as I love my kids, I'm rather pleased to reclaim my armchair. Kids are for Christmas, not for life.

PS. Drinking a medicinal single malt to recover.

Lest we forget. A pittance of time.

On November 11, 1999 Terry Kelly was in a drug store in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia. At 10:55 AM an announcement came over the store’s PA asking customers who would still be on the premises at 11:00 AM to give two minutes of silence in respect to the veterans who have sacrificed so much for us.

Terry was impressed with the store’s leadership role in adopting the Legion’s “two minutes of silence” initiative. He felt that the store’s contribution of educating the public to the importance of remembering was commendable.

When eleven o’clock arrived on that day, an announcement was again made asking for the “two minutes of silence” to commence. All customers, with the exception of a man who was accompanied by his young child, showed their respect.



H/T to Terry Kelly

And bye the way, my ship was featured in one of the scenes.

To be, or not to be, an Executor

When you get to my age, more often or not, family get togethers seem to revolve around funerals.

In the last three years I have arranged funerals for my Twin Brother and my Mother. I'm now having to organise the funeral of a favourite uncle. All these are taking their toll on this blogger. More so this one than the others. The son and the daughter in law live some distance away and have asked me to make the arrangements. However the arrangements have to be adjusted to suit both parties, who have differently polarised views as what should be carried out at the service.

One wants me to be a cheap skate and design the order of service myself, the other wants a proffesional printer to be used. The tightrope is narrow, believe me. Still, I'll get there in the end.

The main problem, as highlighted in the headline, is being the Executor of the will. If my uncle had no assets it would be easy. However he was a man of means and had substantial assets. I've just got up off the living room floor, which is the sorting office for the 1000's of documents that I've retrieved from his apartment. Trust funds, share certificates, bank accounts, you name it.

Oh well, I suppose I'll get there in the end, but I could do without this. Exscuse the profanity, but I just want to fucking enjoy retirement in peace.

Moral of this derranged missive: If someone asks you to be their executor.Tell them to fuck off.

PS Thankyou for your kind words Mummy longlegs

A short interlude

Blogging will be light for the moment. I unfortunately have a funeral to arrange.