I'm a fattist as well

I've just been reading an article in the Mail and cannot believe the excuses that the overweight peeps in the article used to justify their condition.

'I can't help it', 'I get it from my mother', 'I've got the fat gene', 'you're being cruel', 'what if it was your own family'.

'The Government doesn't do enough,'

'There's nothing for kids to do, that's why they eat all the time,' says Kayleigh. 'We need help. I can't afford to go to something like WeightWatchers. They charge you £1 just to get weighed. A pound is a lot of money to me.'

It's the downright denial of their condition that worries me, and the attitude that it must be someone else's fault. Someone should tell them in no certain terms that it's their life and they, and only they, are responsible for it.

Maybe they should tax meat pies in the same way as cigarettes? It certainly seems they are overstretching the NHS more than smokers do. (Pun not intended)

The full story is here Fat central

Wanker of the Week

Julia M over at Ambush Predator says it all. I would hope the regulars would support our soldiers and Boycott this place. I certainly would.

You can read the story in the Mail

Jeremy in the Poo again

Jeremy Clarkson has been admonished by the BBC again. Apparently scores of viewers complained about the recently aired programme.

Scores of angry viewers complained to the BBC, media regulator Ofcom and on online message boards after it was shown on Sunday night's Top Gear show, watched by 6.7million.

The spoof advert, for the Volkswagen Scirocco TDI, contained a clip of people in Warsaw panicking and rushing to board trains and buses to escape the city.




http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-1204253/Jeremy-Clarkson-upsets-Germans-sparks-complaints-Polish-World-War-II-joke.html


Well to me "SCORES" of viewers complaining out of 6.7 million who watched it, is a minute number of complainants. Say it was four score that complained, then the percentage would be so miniscule as to be irrelevent. Who are these people that have absolutely no sense of humour and do not see that it was supposed to be a lighthearted piece of tomfoolery?

The Stazi would be proud

Another jumped up little Hitler trying to show who's the boss.



Will they start arresting commuters, running for their trains next?
Completely over the top.

Back to the Fray

I'm now back to the Uk for the forseeable future and intend to do as much damage to the labour party as I possibly can in my limited capacity. Please bear with me while I re-adjust to the political system prevailing at the moment.

Retirement. The options

Give me a hand here folks, should I choose option 1 or option 2? I'm still fit, a qualified Marine Engineer, computer literate, and a really nice person to know. (I might be stretching the last bit a little.)

(1) Retirement is the point where a person stops employment completely.

(2) A person may also semi-retire and keep some sort of retirement job, out of choice rather than necessity. This usually happens upon reaching a determined age, when physical conditions don't allow the person to work any more (by illness or accident), or even for personal choice (usually in the presence of an adequate pension or personal savings). The retirement with a pension is considered a right of the worker in many societies, and hard ideological, social, cultural and political battles have been fought over whether this is a right. In many western countries this right is mentioned in national constitutions.

To be honest, I haven't a clue what to do with the rest of my life. I was brought up with the work ethic and have followed it for 44 years, so to stop now will be like losing a loved one.
On the other hand should I make use of the time to spend my life getting pissed every day in the pub, and run the risk of the pub closing down as I drive the other customers away with my boring sea stories.

The decision is yours!

Security check!

I've just arrived back home from my 4 months at sea and shortly will reach my retirement date.

Naturally there was a great stack of unopened mail waiting for me, one of which was a large imposing brown envelope. Some twat considers me due to be re-vetted for security purposes. The form is 21 pages long and has such wonderful questions such as Q15 which asks the following:

Q. Have you ever been involved in?:

a. Espionage
b. terrorism
c. sabotage
d. Actions intended to overthrow or undermine parliamentary democracy by political, industrial or violent means.

They must be stupid to think that anyone is going to say yes to any of those.

Further more there is a section on where my mother has lived all her life. I'll need a Ouija board for that one, she died three years ago.

This comes from the "Developed Vetting Agency". What were they before, "The undeveloped Vetting Agency"?

Bloody Tossers. Into the shredder it goes.

Homeward Bound

The time has come to set off for the shores of the UK. Since I last posted we have sailed over the Indian Ocean, through the Bay of bengal, transitted the Straits of mallacca and out into the South China sea. Was it worth it you might ask?

No it was bloody hard work with endless days at sea, sometimes going around in circles as dictated by the Task group Commander, an utter waste of time. All to show the flag to our old colonies, whom I suspect, didn't give a damn whether we were there or not.

To describe how the mighty are fallen, we berthed on one of three berths in Singapore that are leased for the Brits, Yanks, Aussies, and NZ navies in Sembawang. When I first joined a ship in this, that was a premier NAVAL base, we OWNED all of it. We had at least thirty ships stationed there. At the rate our politicians are going, we will be lucky to have thirty ships in our entire navy.

Still, why should I care, I'm retiring after this trip?

But I do.

All at sea

It's been a while since I posted so I thought I'd let you know what I've been doing.

Joined my ship in Crete, by the most circuitous route known to man.

Not much time to get settled in as we sailed to join the task group at the crack of dawn the following day.

After a few days of pissing about doing pointless exercises we headed for the Suez canal, and warmer climes.

After the Suez canal transit, we pissed about again, this time in the Red Sea. Why oh why can't we steam in a straight line for a change?

Of course once we eventually left the Red Sea we then had to carry out the obligatory anti piracy patrols. A waste of time. No pirate is going to sail out when there is a large grey ship, armed to the teeth, sailing in full view of the coast.

of course now we have left the coast I suppose they'll be out in force now. Oh well, cest la vie.

Going to work

Blogging will be light to non-existent for a while as I'm travelling abroad. It's a work thing.