Hell is what you make of it.

Last night I hosted a Smokey, Drinkie, Takeawayee^TM  (I thought about this before you Leggie) and great fun was had by all. Complete relaxation was the order of the day. Everyone ordered their meal of choice (Indian was the choice of takeaway), drank their favourite tipple, and chilled out (Oxymoron alert) in front of the roaring log fire.

The reason I’m writing this post is that all present had one complete agreement which surprised me. Everyone present expressed the view that our esteemed leader, one “Call me Dave” Cameron was a complete arsehole, and hadn’t a clue about real life.

Another topic which came up was “Global warming”. When I said that the met office had stated before Christmas that Global temperatures had remained static for the last fifteen years the majority agreed with me that we are being scammed out of our money through carbon taxes.

What was most interesting was the age grouping ranged from 25 to 64, was that all the participants were  broadly in agreement.

From the conversation last night it would seem that all these traditional conservative voters have realised that “Call me Dave” has inadvertently scuttled the chance of a tory party winning the next election.

My suggestion to David Cameron is to sneak out of No.10 and find a smokey drinkey..

If not, you’re toast

Spring

I’m celebrating earth hour.

The central heating is roaring away, the open fire is lit and blazing away, pumping CO2 and heat up the chimney. All the lights are on.

Am I doing it wrong?

It’s going to be cold and expensive.

It would seem that not only are we desperately short of gas reserves, but in the medium term we are going to be screwed on our energy bills.

Britain's gas reserves could run out in 36 hours – leaving the country dependent on costly foreign imports.

The UK’s gas stores have less than two days’ supplies remaining after plunging temperatures forced millions of householders to turn up their heating.

And today there were warnings from energy giant SSE of the 'very real risk' of the lights going out in Britain.

With more snow forecast today and the unseasonable freeze to continue into next week, the UK could be left relying on expensive imports from Norway through an under-sea pipeline.

The shortfall is likely to push up the long-term price of gas and could result in household tariffs rising by up to 15 per cent before next winter, adding more than £200 on to family bills, analysts warned.

After having horrendous energy bills for the last twelve months I decided this year to change supplier and opt for a fixed tariff. I was actually quite surprised that the actual charge per kWh on this new tariff is actually less than I was paying last year. Definitely win win. (Smugly smirks).

Even if the supplies do get cut off, I’ve invested in a sizeable stockpile of coal and logs for the open fireplace in the living room. At least I’ll be able to keep the house from freezing entirely.

What bugs me is, if I can work it out, why can’t DECC with it’s huge departmental budget, not see this coming? If the power does go off  we should be calling for the Ministers’ heads on a plate and the disbandment of the entire department.

Fuck me. I’ve just seen an entire squadron of pigs do a flyby over my house.

A sober thought

Bloody Doctors.

My son’s one at least.

A couple of years ago you may recall that my son was diagnosed with Cancer of the thyroid. Over time he had an operation to remove his thyroid and a couple of courses of radiotherapy.

The only downside now is that he has a medication regime that he will have to adhere to for the rest of his life. This consists of daily doses of calcium and Thyroxin to do what his thyroid used to do.

A short while ago, his Oncologist decided that his Thyroxin dose was inadequate and need a higher daily dose. Last week my son contacted his GP to request resupply of his Thyroxin and let the GP know that the specialist had recommended the higher dose.

This bloody doctor of his insisted on confirming with the specialist before a dose change could be actioned. He wouldn’t take the word of my son. (Incidentally my son has a Masters degree in Chemistry).

Consequentially my son had no medication for a week as his doctor didn’t see the need to actually phone the Oncologist and check the dosage.

My son’s boss actually had to send my son home this afternoon as the boy looked so ill.

This is not the first time my son’s GP has been an utter prat. Last year he decided he could prescribe a generic thyroxin that was cheaper. Which didn’t work in my son’s case. His specialist was not amused then. He will probably and hopefully go ballistic at the GP.

I’m not sure why they are paid so much.

Beer and the budget

Much has made of the fact that the chancellor has cut beer duty by a penny per pint.

FFS. Around my way a pint is around £3.20. A penny means bugger all.

Why do they bother with these meaningless gestures?

Now if it had been £1, then I would celebrate. Meanwhile the pubs will have to do without my custom.

Stick em up Cyprus.

My last word on the Cyprus debacle.

Honest.

Up you Cyprus.

 

Luv

Angela Merkel

That Cyprus thing.

You’re walking along the road, minding your own business, when a man walks up to you and demands you handover your wallet.

In your wallet is 100 euros.

The man opens your wallet and takes out 7 euros, and then walks off.

What just happened? In my mind it is just straight theft. To the EU it’s just a way of balancing the Euro books.

After this little escapade I can see that anyone in the southern EU area (Spain, Portugal, Greece. etc) will now quietly begin withdrawing their savings from the banks. (Well I would).

I suspect that that little theft is going to cause more problems to EU banks that are up shit street already.

Just saying.