Jeremy Corbyn.. Rocks

Jezzer Corbyn has been the new leader of the Labour Party and Opposition in the Commons now for a month and I have to say the world has not imploded and the ruffled feathers on the back benches of the Labour party have now been soothed. Whether or not Jezzer will become the effective leader the Labour party sooo needs after the Millband effect has eventually worn off remains to be seen. I say give the left wing of the workers party a go for after all on the benches opposite sit the pompous capitalist blood suckers and scourge of the proletariat working class Cameron and Osbourne who only understand a steak through the heart. There recent venture into ensuring the down trodden masses stay downtrodden for once even upset the Lords. Such was the panic that the conservatives sent out all points broadcasts to bring in the party faithful to vote for the removal of tax credits from those they deemed able to afford the loss of £1800 a year from their meager wages. Obeying the call was that arch blood sucker and human oil slick Lord Andrew Lloyd Webber who left his £218 tax haven in America just to fly (probably at tax payers expense) to London in order to vote against letting those far less fortunate than himself off being able to afford meat once in a while.

In a world so totally now balanced towards the one percent who own 90 percent of the wealth I think the Corbyns of this world really do not only need to be seen, but heard and seen to have an effect and oppose at every opportunity the blue tide ruining a once happy land. I have never lived in a country so totally altered to the worse and by Thatcher and Blairite excess as is represented today in this country. I was a product of the austerity that followed world war two. That austerity was brought in by Clement Atlee and his government in order to pay for the welfare state, health and education standards that led to a meritocracy that really made a difference in the 50s and 60s by giving to all regardless of class an standard of living above poverty. It brought about a time of social mobility, much happier and fairer times. Times that are now under threat by a conservative austerity program simply brought about by the excess of the bankers who bank roll the conservatives and for whom we the people are enslaved to pay for their £1.8 trillion cock up.

No I think Jezzer is a good thing and we need more of his radical left wing gusto if we are to combat and put right so many wrongs including the bedroom tax and Ian Duncan Smiths terrible reforms at the DWP. Reforms that have seen disabled people put back to work and caused their unfortunate death, or further disablement. I have a friend thus effected who was re-assessed by the French company (paid by results) taken on by the DWP to put the disabled back through the wringer. He has one kidney and one look at him is enough to make one wonder at the level of stupidity of malice at the DWP. He was told he was fit to work and lost his Personal Independence Allowance. He cannot get work of any kind that may have even remotely suited his disablement and had to work on a building site. He passed out on the first day and spent the next two days in hospital and thats why we need Jeremy Corbyn. Because Milliband did sod all to balance or oppose these dreadful inequalities now present in UK society.

77 million in twenty five years.....Ohhhhh Dear me

For fifty years now the Western European Liberal Democracies have suffered from a belief that the "Feelings" and human rights of the greater human race is more important than the rights of its domicile resident population to a freedom of  speech and the right to a decent standard of life, for which they have worked hard and payed tax to achieve. Political correctness has been the price paid for being liberal and democratic and it has killed off any right of a resident population to tackle the few very significant problems that over population will and are causing.

For fifty years we have been gagged by political correctness and branded as racist if we talk of migration and the effect of multiculturalism, to the point where we have lost our identity, customs, traditions and are too afraid to just be different or simply say "enough".

The influx of migrants into the EU and particularly the United Kingdom has brought the welfare state and its benefit and health system to near ruin, the schools to bursting and exhausted the cheaper housing supply and if that is the case now in 2015 I dread to think when in 2050 we hit 77 million what things will be like. To give some idea of the impact of this tragedy;  the total population one hundred years ago was 33 million and 100 years before that around 11 million. So do the maths.. Simply put, unless this problem is tackled and soon we are going to be a sorrowful state indeed.

I can only hope that cometh the hour, cometh the person who will put these tough decisions center stage and grasp the nettle. But I doubt it.

Irony on Irony.

Many years ago I was on exercise with the Army on Luneburg Heath, which is a very big training area near Hamburg. We were harbored in a small wood one night and I just could not get comfortable. The wood was freezing cold, much colder than the area outside the wood and it was airless. The next day I was very happy to pack up shop and move off to pastures new.

A few years ago I was talking to a Colonel in the Royal Military Police and mentioned this. He had heard the same story before and was beginning to think there may be some merit in it, because, Himmler (head of the SS) had taken cyanide when in British custody in 1945 and had been buried on the heath in a wood just like that one. The location had been kept secret to stop nutters digging the bastard up later.

The last flying Vulcan bomber will end its flying days very soon and the other day I saw it for the last time in its natural element. A very sad day it will be for me when it is grounded as it was a part of my life for many years. My first posting in the RAF had been to RAF Bawtry in south Yorkshire and the home of No 1 Group responsible for the V bombers of the time. We had four minutes to get them airborne and on their way to Russia. When that alarm went off and the Vulcans howled like wolves and rolled it made the hairs on the back of your neck rise and for a lad of 17 I can tell you it concentrated the mind. One time I was in the village shopping and the Vulcans at a nearby airfield scrambled. A whole squadron took off and nearly broke the windows in Bawtry the noise was terrific and boy did I run back to work. I can laugh about it now, for running back to work would have been a total waste of time had it been for real.. Inbound would have been a very big Russian nuclear missile just for us. I may as just as well have stayed in the town and had a pint.

I was then stationed in the middle east and during the Yom Kipur war we had four Vulcans deployed to us and the armed guards around the aircraft, which left no one in any doubt as to what they had on board. We owe them much for they kept the peace. I just hope we never have to go back to a four minute readiness. It is a shame however that we cannot sum up the engineering and collective will to replicate the massive investment in national survival it took to build, man and run not just the Vulcan, Victor and Valiants but all those wonderful aircraft that a once vibrant aircraft industry could design and build. I will never understand how Blair thought we could replace our premier post war place in heavy and advanced engineering by concentrating on the service industry. Look where it has got us. It is a full circle for the Vulcan is being grounded because we have no engineers capable of certifying it as fit for flight. They are all now too old.

Germaine Greer - if it walks like a duck? Weekly round up.

Well I never thought I would agree with Germaine Greer until the other night on Newsnight when cornered by Kirsty concerning a University banning her talk on Feminism, because they said she was Transphobic. Now I confess I had to look that up! "Tansphobic.....erm?.....someone who doesnt like public transport?..no....erm.... Transfers...no.......Transgender Trans.....ahhh here it is Transphobic..."Someone who doesnt like Transvestites" I nearly wet myself! Now I know the lunatics are running the asylum. We really are starting to live in a world, correction in the western hemisphere, where feelings are more important that common sense.  I would love someone to go and tell any Muslim he/she is Transphobic... Try telling that to Isis just before you get chucked off a roof. Anyway its coming to something, even here in good old Liberal UK, when a Feminist Uber Dragon like Greer says that a transgender person is not a women and is told she may upset Christopher/Christine depending on whether he/she is wearing her panty hose today or his y fronts.

No, I totally agree with Germaine on this one. If your a chap your a chap even if like the option and wear a dress. Come on lets face it you will never suffer from that great TV Advert scourge known as bacterial vaginosis and so you dont count as a frau sorry . Same vice versa. No matter how flat your pit boots are if you aint got meat and two veg inside your dungarees then sorry hand back your chopper......bike!  Germaine is right, much though it pains me to say. And she did so forcefully telling Kirsty to Fuck off twice.. !

Side effects:
Ive been feeling pretty crap these last few days..with that well known monster virus Man Flu... Dont panic fans its under control and as is well known a total exclusion zone already exists around my bed...Unfortunatley and so the spread has been limited to my trusty nurse Bob the Dog!

However, I really should be over it by now...Until it was discovered that the pills I take for my back ache also have these side effects:
Cough
High temperature
Zombie tendencies.
Sore eyes head ache
etc
In other words Im taking pills that mimic man flu. Well, thats that then. back ache or man flu... I think Ill stick to the back ache.

You know when you've plumbed the depths of acceptability when you get the distinct impression that communicating on any level, but absolute necessity with your estranged spouse gets no response; other than a mild apology five or so days after you sent the email. I think I am in the final stages of constructive dismissal. And so it will be.... Sadly! I blame myself of course for informing her many years ago of the basics of Foreign Policy "Never set a president, Master the art of masterful inactivity and always put off till tomorrow that which could bit you in the arse if you answer it today". She has learnt well.  xx

Man Flu

Well what a week sports fans! Bloody back has been giving me hell, broke my glasses when I sat on them, still cant find two mobile (yes two) mobile phones I lost and now stricken with man flu. Naturally given to me by a female sneezing all over me in of all places a kitchen outfitters. As I write, downstairs Bob the kitchen fitter is fitting the new kitchen. While I survive this massive affliction with only my dear Spaniel for company. There by hangs the rub of course, for man flu without a woman to moan, groan and get maximum sympathy from is a barren field indeed. Its at times like this I miss the old gal. Gone are the days of bear porridge and honey hot drinks and sleepy bo boes for icky bears. Now I lay alone and unwanted in my little room freezing my ample arse off. Man flu is a terrible thing to suffer and behold.

 Yesterday I was driving home when a mad women of some considerable age over took me on a blind bend! She just made it as a lorry was coming the other way. However, what made me laugh was she had a dog in the back seat with his head out the back window and I swear it was screaming as it passed me. Poor hound!

I have very close friends in Germany and one of them is a Social Worker, working with refugees. She is a typical post war baby boomer and champagne socialists. Last month she was firmly on Chancellor Merkles side concerning Germany's ability to cope with the massive influx of migrants being experienced in Europe. Now, with over 500 migrants a day arriving in her area she admits they have lost control of the situation. They are running out of housing for the migrants and finding out that a lot of these so called refugees are far from refugees. A lot are from Pakistan and Africa. They are also falling out along typical tribal, religious and ethnic lines among themselves and the local population. My friend was told very firmly by one arab that her dress was inappropriate and the refugees did not like the food being given them! Further, the Albanians had organised a protection racket in one refugee center and things were set to get uglier.

I never cease to be amazed at how stupid people are. Merkle must have known that if you say "all welcome" then all will come.. Its not exactly unreasonable to assume that things will get out of hand without proper control of ones borders and a stringent application of laws to assure refugees are refugees and those "trying it on" are rejected.

Right a short weekly report this week due to man. I will now retire back to my bed with my spaniel to feel sorry for myself and be lonely.. Blah.

List of Huntingdonshire Cabmen week ending 16th October 2015

Note: Following the recent mainframe meltdown experienced at our East Bloomington on Sea office and the subsequent loss of data experienced when the hypersplat cavity neuroflop discharged into memory of the Mountfield 50cc Gigantibrain forcing temporal vibronics and damage beyond designed parameters it was decided to scrap any further intergorazontal bivehicular transplozion in order to save on standard summer time. .

Thererfore, as a temporary fix the splindshaft nipple big end seal has been by-passed and replaced with a Biblical Colonoscopic Datagrabber 2000 mega gland. Naturally, this may take sometime to reach harmonious equalisationality and until moderate flux levels are experienced normal safety margins will be assumed to have been reached before the assigned troposcatterisational transducement occures usually on the third tuesday after easter or half past two in equatorial term time. Notwithstanding equinoxal transmogrifibral plazma ingestion......of course!

Once again your temporal moderation is greatly apprehended by those less fortunate than the others that may have experienced similar if different circumstances without any loss of major matrixs control being experienced most Tuesdays and or and market days (lighting up time 19.30) as has been reported to be the case in several occassions bi-laterally and without due cause; which ever is the sooner.

Thank you
Ed

The Raven

The raven landed softly on a fence post along the side of a road and eyed the people passing this and that way in their cars and wondered at what manner of species needed to transport themselves so quickly and in such strange a conveyance. The noise and smell of these monsters never ceased to amaze the raven and he spent many hours often gazing from his fence post at the people within the monsters who never gave him so much as a wave. To them he seemed to be invisible and yet he was a raven!

Then the raven noticed some crows playing along the roads edge. Crows were natures chancers and could be relied upon for a brief moments entertainment. The raven watched as they squawked excitedly to each other and dodged expertly in and out of the monsters trying to clear the remains of a rabbit who had not been so lucky in his attempts to cross. Ravens did not conspire with mere crows in social intercourse, preferring to only acknowledge each others presence and naturally a Raven had due precedence at the site of carrion with the crows showing due homage and backing down usually with good grace. If not then a swift clout from a ravens mighty beak would teach a crow some manners. In this case the Raven was not interested in a dead rabbit and merely sat and watched the crows antics.

The raven eventually bored with the site and took off climbing high into the sky to hover just underneath the clouds. Here he glided on warm upward thermals while watching the wound in the countryside that was the carriage way  upon which the monsters usually thundered along.  However, this time the Monsters stretched for miles and were stationery bunched nose to tail. Why did the monsters have to stay to the black path? could the creatures within not venture out of the monsters the raven mused. He had seen them venture forth before on large flat square areas with many places to feed around them usually sited just off the black path the monsters followed. The Raven liked these places and would go there now for his lunch.

The raven flew over the monsters below and following the wound in the countryside upon which sat the idle monsters until he reached the flat area where the food places were placed around the square upon which the the stationary monsters seemed to rest. He landed perfectly on the grass next to one such feeding place and slowly looked around. The raven noted many creatures had left their monsters and were heading this way and that around the square. He was used now to the fact that no matter how many times he called they just ignored him. So, he wondered over to the nearest feeding place and with deft strokes of his powerful beak opened up various containers until he found the one that he seeked. He loved the dark meat and would discard the sweet mush that surrounded the tasty morsel. Once satisfied the raven jumped up upon the food collection thing and looked around. Many of the creatures were heading here and there, many with food parcels of their own. The raven could never work out why they discarded so much of it. Indeed he had once found a massive hole three times bigger than any monster square full of food that was the territory of many seagulls who had chased him off.

the raven now full tired quickly of the creatures who ignored him and decided to head back to the ground he loved and where he had grown up. Away from the wound in the ground and the monsters with their creatures within going it seemed nowhere today. Onward he flew to the copse of trees upon the escarpment where he was known and respected for what he was. "these creatures are strange ones" he mused "what manner of thing throw food away and needs monsters to move around" As he landed and smoothed his slick feathers he thought "And there is so many of them are they all blind why can they not see me, for I am a Raven".

Ann Frank and Zoe

I have a wee scruff of a girl who means much to me who I lived with and helped bring up for 18 years or more now. She was a well traveled little earwig and followed me around through life's peculiar twists and turns. She can be a "pickle" as all kids can, but she has a good heart and would do no one harm and so in many ways it wasnt too surprising that when she got to about 12/13 she would be attracted to the story of Ann Frank. As a tool for teaching the history of those dark days Anns Story fitted in well in showing just how inhuman mankind can be to a young girl of approximately the same age.

Naturally when we visited Amsterdam a  trip to the house put into sharper focus the book on Ann that Zoe had read and got Zoe madly against all National Socialists and she is now a firm Labor supporter.

However, what really nailed it was on one very cold winter day on a long journey to Hamburg with my then partner driving all the way. As we drove up the Autobahn I suddenly remembered where we were and my mind shot back 40 years to a eight year old boy sat in the back of his Dad's Mercedes Benz in exactly the same spot. My father had pulled off the Autobahn and coasted to a halt in a place called Bergen Belsen, he got out the car and motioned me to follow him. There was little to see. Just mounds of earth and a bit of a memorial.. Then he showed me the sign on one of the mounds.

It said "Here lies 5000 dead" but still the mounds made no sense to me. i did not know that my Father had been here in 1945 and of course his face brooked no comment from me. Plus, I was in a world of confusion of my own. At the time we were going to Hamburg and a family I would know for many years. My father had met them at the end of the war and helped them to marry and set up a house in the chaos and ruins of Hamburg, one of the worst bombed places on earth. The people my Father helped were Charlie and Anne-Marie who had kids of the same age as me and with whom I would grow up for the next however long it has been. That time at Belsen I could not put together the massive crime with the Germans I knew, were they all NAZI's? and what had happened to all these dead people had Germans killed them and look at all those mounds. It was too big for my mind to comprehend. It would take me many years to put it all together.

However, scan it forward to Zoe sitting in the back of our car speeding passed the silver birche and pine tree forest that surrounds that ghastly place. I noticed she was peering into the Forest and said "Watch for the next exit sign Zoz" she did and suddenly a look of horror came on her face, it said "Bergen Belsen". I said "you know where we are?" she nodded and said "OMG" I then said "Youve now been where Ann Frank's journey started and ended". We did not stop we did not have to. TV and movies had filled in the gaps for Zoe. As I said they are much more wordly wise than I was  at their age". But later she said to me "How could the Germans do that" and I replied with the same reply my father had given me"You could recruit a division of SS in Birmingham or London Zoe. Its the nature of man not the nationality". And so it goes on.... and on..! Charlie and Anne-Marie ensured Zoe got the rest of the message simply by being what they both were to me. Nice people with a lot of love.

Why do I write this? Well, it was Charlies birthday on Thursday.. Sadly he died a few years back.. I miss him very much.. He was actually my best friend over many years, taught me much of the nature of life and was a very wise man.

Zoe, to my great pride and joy is training to be a Nurse.

Ann Frank.. Well to me she stands for all the children of the world who fall foul of what evil people do. Unfortunately I have seen too much of what evil people do and the effect on children and he innocent. But thats another story. Lets leave it here; in 1945 about a mile from where Ann Frank had so recently died a couple of British Military Policemen and a British Army Major were sworn to secrecy as to the location they had just buried Heinrich Himmler head of the SS. I guess that is some kind of justice. But not much.

The List of Huntingdonshire Cabmen week ending 9th October 2015

Note: Following the major IT malfunction last week and subsequent to a full investigation, the results of which are as follows.

The Main Frame sub-isotronic discomfibulator in the box alert tag was in error and causing a malfunction of the organic/electronic interface device. The frajellationary hyperwobble disconfibulated the thrung gasket causing a flux of plus or minus 5 gagablats at the mainframe input gland. Narturally as this was outside the makers garunteedification parameters a handraulically operated knockometer was employed to jolt the flabbervale back in to oscillation with successful results.

Amendments to the list are therefore delayed a further week.

Births
Sid and Susan Sinbad a daughter at home tuesday last.. Christening at St Grots, Middleton Hernia, Herts on the 23rd.
Marriages
Matthew Hugemember and Gladys Gladly at Margate Registry Office.. Reception at the Grotty Duck, the High Street. Mungerford.
Deaths
Marsupial Mandrake Ganderblat Suddenly in the fuse box at home wednesday last. Service at St Voles in the Underground. Herts. No confetti please. Donations to Save the Ganderblat PO Box 768 London SW 1

Hadrian Humpbacked-Swanvesta in a Road Traffic Accident south bound M25 clockwise between junction 26 and 27. Service at the Little Chef Clacket Lane Services 10.30 tuesday next.

The trees are on the turn

Trees are on the turn, nights are drawing in and its time to get the thick duvet out, the chimney swept, the logs and coal in, find the slow cooker and go buy some decent veg. Mind you here where I live we have the church and folk still put the spare veg they grow inside the church for one to help yourself to.Its the time of plenty and a couple of days ago I found a massive bag of apples hanging on my door handle, who from I have no idea. Its that kind of place. Where your neighbor will get your washing in off the drying line when your out and its raining. A place to stand and stare with time to breath. There are a lot of folk around me who are without a car and if I am going anywhere I always stop at the bus stop. If there is someone going my way  I give them a lift. Its that kind of place.

Harvest festival is over and very nice it was to. I brought a bottle of half decent white wine in the auction and Babs the chief cook kept me well stocked with apple pie and custard. Now there is a lass that understand the importance of pudding. Babs was a school teacher until recently "I was told to f off by a kid and shouted no you f off and I knew it was time to go" Brilliant and honest!

At the nearby sea port the fishermen were just off out today and waiting for the tide to come in. Haddock for the trawlers and the light boats will be after crab. The fish shop was clearing out the last of the smocked haddock at rock bottom price as I left this evening in order to get the next batch on sale in the morning. I could smell the wood smoke as I drove by. It is incredible to think that only five trawlers are now based in Grimsby, where once to port was jam packed.

In our village is a lad who is going back to sea today for the first time in a year. Its hard and dangerous work on a trawler in the North Sea and God keep him safe and bring him home to his wife Amen. I nearly went to sea when I was a kid and came to Grimsby to take the Marconi entrance exam for radio operators. I passed and nearly joined up to go deep sea trawling, but joined the RAF instead. Back then the UK trawler fleet was massive and Grimsby totally taken over by the fishing industry. Now on the docks there is just one deep sea trawler tied up next to the museum and the water front will soon be expensive flats. Its sad when men cant earn a crust with the sweat of their brow and the labor of their hands. Such a waist now to see lads down at heel looking for work.

Comfort Food

Kind of depressed today, what with the state of planet earth, politics in general and being let down by a couple of friends over something important, to me!

On such days as this I find the magic cure is either bacon sandwiches with runny egg or fish finger sandwich. However, the latter is only really effective if you put cheese, mayo and tomato sauce on it. The effect is immediate and morale improves markedly. Try it you will not be disappointed. A packet of six fish fingers just about covers a slice of thick bread. Naturally a pint of "coppers" tea to swill it down and a nap to follow ensures effective treatment. If still depressed then fish and chips for supper can always help.

Politicians are such low lifes.. The Home Secretary has just decided that we are suffering and cannot absorb the 300,000 new arrivals this year into the UK. Well, considering she is the Home Secretary in charge of our borders I strongly suggest she do something about it instead of pointing out the bloody obvious  I seem to recall the Prime Minister was adamant about cutting it to the tens of thousands a year. Buggered that didnt he!

Its not the only two faced tirade this week that has hoisted a politician up by his facade. Russia being told off by everybody for bombing in Syria on the day the Americans blew a hospital to bits in Afghanistan made me pinch myself to ensure I was not dreaming. Its the magnitude of the cheek that blows my mind. How many innocents, oh sorry, collateral damage victims have been killed in UK/US drone and air attacks in the last year....? I really do think its time UK especially shut up, put up or got out. We are always hiding behind the Americans and shouting well above our weight.

Well, sports fans a short blog today. The fish finger butty has worked its miracle and tis time for my nap now. Enjoy your therapy if you like I never cease to be amazed at how folk just do not get the fact that sooner or later we got to learn to live in peace and harmony and in balance with mother nature if we are to carry on as a race.

List of Huntingdonshire Cabmen (Special Report)

Due to numerous enquiries concerning the reported discumfibulation experienced by our main frame I.T. support and in particular the disconnection of the horizontal margin episodic wave guide some further explanation may help.

As anyone with a basic gasp of megatronic technowobble knows the panjam upside valve shift during frequency hyper modulation within time frame continuational smothering becomes nuetronic. However, only  during notional flabgathering, then a divergence of plus or minus 5 Giga Watsits may induce undalations in the modulational diction and language boards concurrent with a major malfunction of the grabber flange.

Thus, was the case in our Spliced 500 series mounted module and of course the outcome was predictable! Naturally we have isolated the panvirtibral disconverter and this has now been sent off for reconfiguration and possible convergence testing - cost and time permitting.

In the meantime handraulic operations of a more manual nature have been put into effect and in accordance with national park perambulatory regulations within and outside of our policy towards the same.

We hope that clears up any of your comments and look forward to resumption of IT supported operations once this unfortunate situation is corrected.

Note: For those of you using metric posidrives then of course the flux wave guide parabolic oscillation at the amplitude modulator becomes flat at ambient temperatures. Hope that clears that one up!!!