Sacked for telling it how it should be.

I heard on Radio 2 whilst I was on the way back from getting essential supplies to repair my heating system, that Deva Kumarasiri had been forced to leave as postmaster. If you remenber, he was the one that stated that to be British you must integrate and speak the language of the country.

Read it here

I wish him well

We're all at it.

This evening a female friend of ours called in for a cuppa and a chat. A year ago the conversation would have revolved around how the kids were doing, and other mundane subjects.

Not tonight. The conversation swiftly turned to how our country had been betrayed from the top, and how long it might take our children to pay off the debt, foisted on us by these incompetent, lying bastards.

Even now, I don't believe that those fuckwits in Westminster, really realise the depth of feeling in the country at the moment. The anger is welling. They may yet need to invoke the civil contingency act.

Incidentally our friend runs a charity specialising in looking after kids whilst their parents go out to work. Apparently play schools are to be funded with up to £1200 each to buy toys for the kids. She would like to know what sort of toys they need costing that much? She spends a fraction of that.

Cut the blue wire, no, no, the red one.

We've all seen those action movies, where the hero has to decide which wire to cut in order to de-activate the thermo-nuclear weapon or other sundry device that might hurt.

Well I've been having trouble with my central heating. The room thermostat seemed to be playing up. Considering the wiring to the stat is a bit iffy,(ever since I drilled into the buried cable) I decided that I would renew it with a wireless device. Seems simple, I say, just disconnect the existing stat at the multi- terminal box and wire the receiver unit into the same terminals. The connector box has a wiring connection schedule in the cover showing that the room stat is wired into terminals 2 & 3. Excellent so far.

The game begins.

1) terminals 2 & 3 disconnected and cable withdrawn.

2) Go to garage for cable to wire in the receiver unit. No cable. Wife threw it out.

3) Ahaa, part of the redundant old thermostat cable could be used.

4) Cut the cable back to the wall, great, just what I need.

Aaargh. Central heating installer had taken no heed of the wiring schedule and had decided to be creative. I've just disabled the hot water thermostat.

5) Temporary repair carried out using cable and choc block. (Do not snitch on me to health and safety please, I have a wife with a cold, and three cats.)

6) Down to DIY store tommorrow for more cable and a junction box.


Moral of the story: Before you cut the blue or the red, make sure you know what it does. Do not believe what any other bastard would like you to think.

This is all to show to the Ranting Penguin that there is more to life than drains.

UPDATE: Heating working well.

Electric sheep. Wow!

Found this on the Englishman's blog.




Well worth a minute or two out of your busy day

Call me racist. Oh no you can't.

An asian postmaster has refused to serve customers that can't speak english. He rightly states that when he arrived in the UK, he appreciated what it was to be British. Ie, fit in with our culture.

There's a huge Union Flag flying proudly outside Deva Kumarasiri's house and it's been there so long the edges are tattered and torn.

Nearby, another one flutters from the back of his favourite Land Rover as he drives to work as the local cornershop postmaster.

Read the full article here

Not sure how the racial equality righteous are going to handle this.

H/T to the Lone Voice

UPDATE: I heard on radio two today that he's been sacked.

Save our pubs

We are losing 39 pubs per week

There is a petition here

H/T to Trixy

500 things you can't do now.

I occasionally pop over to the website of the Grumpy old Sod. There is always something over there to have a good chortle, seeth, cry at,etc.

Now he has made a list of 500 things you can't do anymore.

Have a look

It makes you despair but written in such a way as to stop you slitting your wrists

I particularly liked this one:

141. You can't refuse entry to your house to someone who wants to enforce the Ottawa Convention on Landmines.

Sanctimonious Cockwaffler

I read this comment on another Blog tonight. Obviously a Righteous clone of the first order. Even when other posters had stated that the tax at the moment, was more than enough to cover the consequences of the binge drinking, he still didn't understand.

Why can't he understand that it is the attitude to drinking that needs to change, and that price won't effect the average binge drinker? They'll just give up something else like food. I should know, because that's how my twin brother died. Read below.

I have been an advocate of a minimum price for things for a while now.

Well, not a minimum price as such, but an obscene level of tax on things like Alcohol, Cigarettes etc… to the point where a pint is £10 and a pack of fags £15 say.

The way I see it, as it stands, people will go out with £50 or often more, and with that money they can buy so much alcohol they could kill themselves if they wanted to, several times over. Education isn’t working, police presence isn’t working, so what will? Well, they are going to take out their £50 or more regardless, so limit the amount they can buy with their money. If their money only buys them a few drinks rather than a fair few pints plus a fair few shots, that can only be a good thing.

In addition, if this is coupled with tax breaks on non alcoholic beverages in clubs, and fining clubs that have blind drunk people coming out of their exists at the end of the night (easy to spot), it will be in the clubs best interests to throw out people “well on their way”.

Add it all up and it starts to become very difficult to get totally smashed on a night out, which means less NHS pressure due to dealing with drunk people, and less alcohol fuelled violence at the end of the night.

Put it this way, i’m 25, and as you can imagine, no stranger to city centre pubs and night clubs, and during my first and second year student days in particular I drunk to excess like everyone else (although I was never violent), and there were times when I was glad to have some friends around me or I would have simply passed out in the street or been arrested most likely. How pathetically stupid was I? Seriously embarrassing to remember how much I was drinking just a few years ago. Thankfully i’ve grown up since then. These days I don’t drink at all. I like to go out, but I equally like waking up early the following morning and not being hungover, and not having to worry whether i’m still over the limit to drive from the night before.

I’m not trying to be holier than thou though, and say that no-one should drink, just that drinking should be in moderation, and the best way to ensure that is to make it financially difficult, coupled with other measures, for people to get into such a state on a night out. After all, rules and regulations don’t work. Banning things doesn’t work. Hitting people in the pocket works every time.

Not holier than thou? Yes you are, you pig ignorant gobshite.

And he continues later on with this

I really don’t see a problem with this for one simple reason. Public attitudes. Just take cigs. Who would dare criticise the increase in duty on them year on year? No-one, because it’s now socially unacceptable. Alcohol is getting to be the same. Criticising any clamp down is a loser, and will only get more so as time goes on.

Oh, and his name is John, if you happen to meet him in a dark alleyway whilst trollied.

Sharon bloody Shoesmith

This evil biddy really is trying my patience. Can she not see that being sacked for being useless at her job, is what most normal people would accept?

Not content with trying to push the blame onto everyone else, she's now trying to gain compensation under the sexual discrimination act.

She will argue at an employment tribunal she was unfairly dismissed and treated 'less favourably' than a man in similar circumstances.

To back up her claim, she will point out her successor as head of children's services was a man - as was her replacement as chair of the local safeguarding board.

The fact that this Bloody Incompetent Twat is trying to screw £1M out of the taxpayer makes my blood boil.

Read and weep over the full story

You've got to be kidding