Weekly Round-up

Funny old world, watched Eurovision song contest last night, along with 200,000,000 other poor buggers. Dear oh Lord, what a racket.. nothing but Ballads sung by a collection of Balladeers dressed by TKMax and fronted by and estrogen fueled Bisexual bearded Transvestite Diva whose every utterance and movement seemed to be accomplished with such pain as to wrench the soul from the poor wretch. I suppose there must be some connection with Ireland of all places hoisting the pink flag. Never thought I would see the Micks mince.

Now dear reader dont get me wrong I am not against vertical horticulture in the privacy of your own dungeon, but I tire of the more militant gay agenda. Usually and now boringly repetitive it is verbosely and arrogantly delivered at considerable cost to the quieter majority, who have enough and probably more urgent problems than IVF for Lesbian couples and foster grants for Homies.

Similarly I tire of radical Islam on our streats calling for Sharia law in UK. No not while I breath. If you feel that radical then go and live in an Islamic state.. Do not turn my home into one.. Enough. Which is why I firmly believe we should let them go to it in Syria and the middle east. It is for them to sort. Not my kith and kin. Enough of those have fallen over the centuries for good or worse. I must have relatives who followed the drum buried all over this globe. I do not wish to see anymore. Especially on the alter of a religion I respect but would under no circumstances follow, or be bound by its laws in my own country.. Hell no! All I ask is that you respect my country and my law as I would yours in the country of your birth, "When in Rome".

In domestic issues, dear friends in Alsace discovered two tiny tot kittens who are so small it will be a struggle for them to get through the week. We are all fingers crossed for their survival. Pray for Dot and Dash. As I write Dot (the girl) is not doing so well.

Today's irritant: Double sided sticking tape that don't

This weeks major decision: To sell the MX5 or not to sell.

Well, I'm fat, 60, bald and not in my prime and I own a wee cracker of a car. Its a mark one MX5 and its just the most fun you can have with your trousers on. I do love it, but look a right pudding in it. Some say the MX5 is a hairdressers car, but speaking as one who has had a few cars in his time, I can say that it is the bet handling and most fun little car I have ever had and leaves most things for dead on a curvy road. Sticks to the road like poo to a blanket and is more than fast enough for B-Road blasting. Lovely car. Handling wise I would say its up there with the Honda CRX my ex owned and that was a proper pocket rocket.

But all things must end and I cannot afford two cars. Parting will be such sorrow and a close to a part of my life I enjoyed greatly. I am a devout petrol head and yes that idiot Clarkson deserved to be sacked. But I do miss the prat on a sunday.

Well, have a nice week chaps.