Feminine Flatulence

I think flatulence is probably the last true area of sexism left in the UK.In that women who cant hold their wind can always hold the high ground when it comes to farting. Example:

I have arthritis in my spine and the GP said go do some Yoga. I found a local chapter (or whatever is the collective) and rocked up with my towel to find its all old ladies. Naturally being the only chap I get at the back and hide behind this Lady of some considerable girth and off we go into the lion posture etc. Suddenly she broke wind alarmingly......I mean with considerable strenght, lets say force 10 in the sea areas Dogger to Humber. This minor detonation of course halted the proceedings and we all paused and the cheeky cow looks at me! Then all the Ladies all look at me in that slow head turn of doom... I have not been since!

It seems the convention in such situations is for the male to take the hit! And yet, if honesty had been the order of the day and Moby Dick had admitted to letting one go, all would have been fine, indeed it would be dismissed with a collective chuckle by the remaining ladies. But the male of the speciese letting one go is vile and to be punished.

Why is flatulence divided along gender lines? And why is it that a woman farting is deemed a "toot" and funny and a man farting is some (I use the word advisadly) kind of rights of passage in male company and disgusting in mixed? I need answers to these questions.

My first dear wife was a diminutive in size but, made up for it in othe ways. Strong as an ox and born to the plough (Irish) she could move mountains and as a Nurse was oft called on to do so. She gave way to no man and held her own in most company. Untill, that first day when we dined out in rather select company and she let one go that would have simply stunned those of lesser erm...............stuff. Naturally those around her were shall we say surprised and I noted one or two who may have been worried about their safety! I sat opposite this rather beautiful pale looking WMD and could just about contain my mounting hysteria. She, of course nearly fainted with presumably the effort involved in pushing such a huge volume of gas through such a small aperture. Indeed, its a wonder the force didnt make her arse fray and now sat dejected and exhausted. But rallying quickly she managed a faint "sorry" and excused herself in order no doubt to re-adjust her now loose "harvest festivals" (harvest festivals = to gather safely in!!). Naturally, upon her return as a lady the whole affair was glossed over and the soup was served. 

The next example concerns a dear girl I had the very good fortune to abide with - across the brush so to speak - in the deepest heart of the lovely Cotswolds for some 11 summers. A buxom lass with a lovely voice similar to Pam Ayres. Indeed, we lived not 5 miles from her. I did love that girl, she was just about perfect in everyway..................but one... She could out perform the Scots Guards when it came to breaking wind. And nothing was sacred. She would cock a leg and let it go, no matter where or when. Splendidly funny was her abillity to cover a fart with a cough or rumble on her seat and let one slip. One of course got used to it and marvelled at the splendour that was she. Until the day of my Fathers funeral when just as the curtain parted to allow the coffin to go on it way and with perfect syncronisation with the organist she let a vile long and loud rendition of her own first movement in F sharp fly. Her seat being flat on a church pew naturally didtn help and amplified the outrageous pitch and volume.......................stunned................silence, Mother with an appalled look fixed on her distraught face, horror on the Vicar's and then bless her she burst into embarrassed giggles. Which I swear she knew would always get me giggling too. As always she said in Cotswold, "Oooher where that come from then?"

I could go on, but you no doubt get the point. There is of course only one other species on this planet who can clear a room better than a human being and that is:

So, dear reader remember the old sandscipt adage "Wherever you be let your wind blow free" and enjoy!

Parish Newsletter 24th March 2017 Homage to Beechcomber.

Welcome to the Parish of  Blatherwyck En Crout information and weekly newsletter. 

Address from the Rt Rev Alfonse Loose-Globe DMC, MFI and Clasp. Vicar of St Bernice the confused. 

May the peace of Jehova and the fellowship of the golf club be amongst you and with you within and without us all as we spring forward to pastures new. Tis with some considerable pain that I sat this morning and after a brief interjection was removed by the Deacon I moved on to safer ground and once more took on my pastural duties. Not with standing or indeed sitting in judgement, as one does. upon my ass I wondered high and low and eventually found an open A&E where I was bound in honey and vinegar due to a lack of elasterplast and thanks to cut backs. Once returned unto the fold I showered, removed the flies that stuck to me and again found the favor of the Lord in all his works by gazing upon the west vestry window, now repaired by Jack Slob of Everrest Windows Bogchester tel : 761987 after Reginald Spencer Pest had broken said pane with a cricket ball last year. 

As we approach Middlemass Springus Magna I could not but think of Frederick's Letter to the Corinthians contained in Fred 6 chp 2 to 5 inclusive in the revised book of Fred concerning his thoughts on mustard and rhubarb poltice making during lent. Little is known of the reply from the Corinthians bombarded as they were at this time by missives from many Apostles. St Berts Letter concerning colonic irrigation and fish oil as treatment for a minor squint being one such letter now lost to time. 

And having thought on these subjects at some length I passed on to this weeks forthcoming Bi monthly annual mattress platting and bulb polishing display by the Blatherwyck Women's Institute and Vehicle Recovery Group. 

Last years event was most memorable for the standard of polishing and in particular the efforts of Gladys Buttock nee Elbow. Gladys what is your secret? It must be in the wrist action. Let us hope the poor bulb crop this year and let us not forget that  the comitant and or concomitant) strabismus is a deviation that is the same magnitude regardless of gaze position. Noncomitant (or incomitant) strabismus has a magnitude that varies as the person or indeed persons shifts his or her gaze up, down, or to the sides of the bulb in question! Which doubtless may effect the outcome. I know I dose?

Be that as it was or may in the future be I leave you mediums out there with this thought.....?


Monthly Notice Board

Welk appreciation society has been sadly cancelled this months Welk Curry Night due to an outbreak of welk poisoning. Those of you who may have suffered from violent flatulence and projectile involuntary defecation are no doubt aware of it and need no reminder to seek shelter and or reconstructive surgery. 

All other events are as planned unless they have been cancelled. Please feel free to find out on the night. 

Births, Marriages and Deaths. 

Births:
Following a prolonged delivery in which time was taken to serve lunch at the Bogwort on Muse Cottage Hospital a Daughter Darf to Mr and Mrs Vader. 

Marriages:
Master Hardy Mount and Miss Shandford Hand-Shandy at the Bogchester register of deaths office tuesday next. Any rice should be donated pre-cooked and donated to the curry evening planned for last wednesday. 

Deaths. 
Soon to be arranged for Eric Spume estranged Husband of Elsie. Missing since the Hunt Ball along with Sian Humber-Staffcar now belived to be in  Cyprus. 

Note: 
All items for the bring and fling skip are to be checked into the following bins. 

Brown. Brown items but not gravy. 

Green. Green Bottles and Brown Bottles but not clear bottles if the grey bin is full. 

Purple Bin
Clothes and shoes between size small and x large shoe size 11 only. All other shoes are to be placed in size order by the raised barrier. 

Orange Bin
For really gay clothes that even you Brother Vermillion the Gay wouldnt wear. 

Black bin
The habit of placing dead bodies in this bin will stop immediatley its not funny. Even though the Coop Are now charging over £7K for a straw coffin and a box of swan vestas. Its not funny and it smells. 

Canal shaped bin. For all bicycles, prams and unwanted household pets. 

Kind of Apple with a hint of magnolia bin:
For all household appliances with an R in the month and ironing boards only please. 

Late closing sunday - free entrance. Exit £3. Refreshments will be available by the black bin. Please take your litter home with you. 

Bi Election; Bogchester and Vexed on Tynne Ward. Message from Middle Ground and Good Egg  Party Candidate Elmer Battersea-Thud. 

" Do you ever wonder... I know I do. Sometimes I wonder for miles and it was during my wonder that I recently thought (a first for me) and went home really shagged out. No I mean really!

HOWEVER.

Soon it will be time again to vote for someone to go forward and backwards daily to the London on Thames and live in the house of Commons and be paid £74000 a year and lots of lovely expenseseses to be your voice and stuff. I know I would like that and I hope you would like that two or maybe even three. So, if you like our policy on jam and spoon bending, Water cress as a way of life, Self errecting ladders and an end to carpet burns Vote Elmer Battersea-Thud. I know I will. Thanks for watching!










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Irony of Terror

I never cease to be amazed at what the human race can do in the fields of science, medicine, the arts and sadly what it can also do when it decides normal communications have broken down and starts killing each other! Often for reasons that total negate reason.......erm...............so to speak!

My first experience of humans gone mad came when I was sent - back in the very early 1970s - to a very remote country called Oman where some nasty people had decided to topple the local ruler and impose thier verson of communisim. I saw things out there that made a young boy grow up fast. One strange thing was that our toilet cleaner (named ironically Fred) was also the executioner for the local ruler.

Then off to Ireland to see how insane the Irish can be in the name of a shared God, but a divided view of the finer detail I saw young women tarred and feathered and people crippled with electric drills. The IRA could be every bit as nasty as ISIS and its Ironic that the leader of that particular band has now died to some acclaim in the press as a peace maker! I can not share this view. I will not forgive McGuinness his crimes, but I will let a sleeping dog lie. However, the thought of all the soldiers of the Crown who are now being investigated for alledged crimes in the troubles rankles when all the IRA and UVF thugs have been released in the interests of peace. 

Naturally my heart goes out to all those affected by the troubles. Two in particular may stand as an example and worth remembering. I was about 30 years of age, had done,  had seen too much and done too much war. I was burnt out emotionally, I was also tired out and told I needed a break, indeed ordered to take one. So, I took some time and had treatment in one of the Forces psychiatrict hospitals then getting cranked up to deal with PTSD. However, this is not about me it is about a young lad who was in my ward. I will cut to the chase: everynight he would wake up and scream terribly and wet the bed. I would sit with him and comfort him and eventually he told me what was haunting him. 

He had been on his first tour of duty in Northern Ireland based in London Derry. On his first Patrol his patrol was hit by an ambush and two  killed. He became seperated from his patrol and panicked. A IRA man found and took his rifle from him, the lad to his shame wet himself and the gunman to his credit stuck his pistol in the boys ear and said in the other ear "Go home to yer Mummy little boy". 

Second story is of a young lad (me) "On the pull" in an Irish Disco. I spotted a young lass of some considerable beauty sat near the dance floor. I wondered over and tried my best chat up line and was told to "feck off", I persisted and her friends told me to "feck off or else". I went and had a drink with the lads and noted she was not a happy looking chick and I dont know why but I blamed myself. I told the lads to watch my back and went over with a gin and orange (style eh!) for her and sat down to a stunned silence from her friends. Looked into her eyes and said "whats your problem then?" She looked at me and said "two fucking tin legs - whats yours". For a second I was gobbed smacked and then said. "right then you can fucking slow dance cant you". She burst into lovely giggles and I managed to save face. I often think of her when someone goes on about the troubles.  I married an Irish gal just like her, but thankfully with both her own legs. More of that another time perhaps. Ill call it living with the enemy!  By God she was a fiesty lass!


I could go on, but whats the point. Lebanon, Pakistan, Afghanistan, Somalia and Bosnia all then took up the remainder of my working life, First as a serviceman and then with the UN. I have seen my gut full of other peoples war. And what have I learnt?  

Well war should be quick very violetn and over fast. There is no room for compassion and all the media and NGOs in the world should stay away, for it is they that feed, arm, prolong and make worse most conflicts......if not all. 

Secondly, If we cannot learn that "thou shalt not kill" is real good advice then a stout pair of Corduroy trouser in a dark colour is a good fashion choice. Because adrenaline is brown!!!!

 

Blatherwyck En Crout Parish news.

Tis cold and miserable with a forecast of more to follow and so dear readers tis time once more to venture into the world of  the Blatherwyck En Crout Parish Newletter. Nestled in the valleys of Upper Denbyshire near Roose on Way just off the old Roman road the A654 near Uxtterby. 

 28th January 2016.
Message from the Rev Harvey Harvest

To those good fellows of this Parish a hearty salutation to you on this third morning after the last one which is the one before the next one in the Roman Calendius Magnus. That is not to confuse this day with the one to come which is after all after lent and before it was borrowed. Ha ha! 

As we slowly approach Candelmus eventide one can see the  good Lord in all his majesty at work within and without and yet mainly without the great countryside thats surrounds us here and there erm and over there! I was only saying to my dearest spouse of 50 happy years the other day how magnificient the rear aspect of her herbaceous border was looking so early in the season, although I thought her bush needed trimming. In short, as we approach spring we may possibly all do with a trim and our hedges the better for it. It is oft forgotten that a Horrbilis Anus follows five years of plenty and this is certainly true in my experience.

 Now, I know we are all very pleased that our dear Deacon - formerly known as Prisoner A38746 - has been released on licence from HMP Wakefield. We, I am sure, will reframe from using any electrical items near his person, as it can effect his tracking device. Any siting of his person outside the or inside the Rose and Crown should be notified to the Police at once.

In other news:
The Brownie Cubs Guides recent amalgamation has been accomplished and the new Pack Owl Mr Sudgrave is in post. The uniform requirements have been somewhat taxing but, following an interjection by Mrs Cynthia Large-Pratt of UKFeminista, the new uniform is as follows:
Rainbow cap                   £3-50                       from LGBT Foundation.com
Scarf and woggle            £4                           Scouting surplus store
T shirt- Im a budding      £8                           LSE Gift Shop. 
Snowflake

                                                           (Mr Sudgrave recent photo)
First meeting is arranged for tuesday 31st at the village hall. Mr Sudgrave has, was and still is keen to assure you that he has been CRB checked to within an inch of his life and that if you have been, or are likely to be even remotely effected by anything concerning this miisive you should hasten to contact the Brown Cubs Guides website before contacting the Police or Claims direct. 

Clay Pigeon Club
Results are in from last weeks event at the Sports Field. 
 Sid sod                  15/20            dropped 5 
Sam Sod                 3/20              drunk
Faith Fartner        1/20              disqualified for shooting at the trap. 
Gilbert Durge        0/20              later confirmed as dead on arrival. 
Mark Mark            17/20           Joint first place and winner of the egg cup for this year. 

Note: New members are always welcome to help clean up. 

Dog Club:

 Have you a K9 friend in need of stimulation, Is your best friend bored and in need of a change of scenery? Then bring Rover to the Dog Club at the village hall on wednesday evenings. Mrs Barberrra Badger - Cumviolently will be only too pleased to help you get the very best from your trusted compatriot and of course yourself. 
Anger management
Boredom
Toilet anxiety
Bone retention issues
Car safety and window dribbling etiquette are all covered. 
As are also many areas effecting your dog.  
With only two weeks instruction you will soon be able to understand your dog simply by the look on his face.

Look at these four photos of Mullberry the malmut. Is he trying to tell you:
A. I really love being here.
B. I want to go now
C. Are you just stupid or what.
D. I give up.
And of course its A.

Soon you will have a dog as happy as this:

Never be afraid to set a low standard and then fail to acheive it. If this is you  and your dogs objective then come along to the dog club on Wednesday and please dont forget a happy dog is a happy owner. To make me happy bring £10 for your first week. Poo bags are free!

See you on Wednesday.

Births Marriage and deaths:
Births:
At home to Mable and Mark Hairlip a very ugly  son or daughter possibly.
Suddenly in a Nissan Qashqai to Edna Truss a daughter.

Marriages
Marriage is announced of Mr David Wimple Bandergast to Miss Wendy Fortisque Bushbaby at St Cripes in the wolds on 24th feb. Immediate relatives only.

Deaths:
Sadly of a tuesday on the bowling green Master John-Jo Oneal 89 years husband of Elsie. Burial at the Council Landfill viewing by prior arrangement with BGM skip hire. Donations directly to Elsie please. No cheques accepted.

Sqn Ldr Mandrake Malcontent-Defibrilator DSO DFC following a shooting accident in his bathroom.

Note:

Please forward any inclusion to be included inclusively to A.Blabberwort@hogwash.com.

Late press: 
Following last night tragic gas explosion at Blathewyck Lodge in which Lady Constance and Major Boil were badly trampled by the herd of domestic Wildebeest in the lower paddock and the subsequent erruption in the sewage water treatment plant in Featherstone lane the Scouts Jamboree has been moved to football club. 

 



 

Happy Christmas Viewers.

Well, its nearly that time of the year when the idea is to extend goodwill to all people (non-gender specific salutation) and peace upon the earth. Fat chance of that eh!, become the vogue. Briefly.

 

For the rest of the years just gone we seem to have been sleep walking into oblivion from climate change, ethnic, tribal and religious wars, rampant capitalism, over population and greed of one kind or another. Further, following years of people being lied to and cheated by their politicians it looks like democracy is for the first time under real threat. 

 

The possibility of rising right wing parties across the world are indicative that common folk feel repressed and wish to kick back. Beware, patronising Neo Libs your time may be numbered and so make the most your control of the media while you can is my advice. 

Here in UK this years Brexit vote continues to simmer along with those who voted to leave keeping a very careful and jaundiced eye on the establishment who are less than happy and will reverse it given half a chance. Mrs Middle Class is not happy about having to take the EU sticker off the back of her E Class. 

Likewise, in the USA Trumps arrival on the scene will probably end in impeachment by congress before he gets to the oval office. Although, the red necks, disenfranchised and lost tribe of America may have something to say about that if he is. 

Russia and Putin putting the boot into anywhere he likes due to a weak western response and indeed a weak Western Defence, plus China on the march make America's new isolationist stance understandable. Its been a while now since the USA could take on China and Russia. Also, if Europe cannot afford its own defence why should the USA pay for it.

 

So, in this world of trouble and woe one would think the story of a Jewish boy born in a stable to a carpenter and his wife with a chance of some peace and happiness to follow would have some resonance today wouldn't you. But in the middle east where he was born nearly 2017 years ago could not be more in turmoil and no one is listening. 

 

However, its not the purpose of this narrative to list the woes of this rapidly selfish world. It is to wish and hope that those of you who want a happy Christmas and a happy new year reach that once once simple to achieve state of mind. I say that because I am sure not so long ago that simple wish was easier to achieve than it is in this age of Facebook and Social Media. Which is now more likely to bring you closer to self harm and bent credit rating than..............what was that word........................ Happiness! 

 

But it is what it is and so do what you can. I would add that for those of you lucky enough to have family to bear in mind a thought for those elderly alone this year, the homeless and those less fortunate than you. Try to extend a hand to them and remember its about the love in your heart and not the pound in you pocket. really that is the secret to it all. You can blow £500 on a new Xbox for Freddy, but that hug you give the old lady who lives alone next door is pure gold dust.

 

"Please Lord help us to live in peace and harmony with each other and the earth", is the last line of a prayer I say every night to myself before I go to sleep. Don't forget when your sprouts have gone soggy and you have burnt the turkey that peace and harmony is easy to do. You just DO IT! 

 

Happy Christmas to you all and a much more peaceful 2017.  Fred XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

 

 

 

 

Round up of the week. 11/11/16

Well, what have I learnt this week. Well maybe after 20 years or more of being told how to think by Neo Liberal  feminist PC dragons spouting multiculturalism I have become a mysoginist!

Other cracked records I am sick of hearing from the usual media Gobshites are:
End of History
Trade war
Any ism at all.
Imigration
Brexit
Re-emergent Russia
Isolationist
And those who endlessly tell me the leopard cannot change its spots and lib democracy is under threat. Actually anyone who reads the Gaurdian and who goes on about their own narrow interest in such a way that its obvious they  have made a very narrow interst career out of talking about how I should think and thereby make me narrow minded.

My streak of schadenfreude has peaked this week as delightedly and suddenly some these self same media verbose libertines have come under threat. I really am fed up with human rights meaning, I do not have any and  I cant speak my mind. For years my freedom of speech has been secondary to some prats human right to not being offended.  Is this making sense. Its been so long since I thought it may be ok to think like this. I may do it more.

Suddenly it seems I can say that I only want  UK law in UK and I want control of my borders back. I do not want to be a part of a huge Franco/German super state. I prefer NATO to the EU army and I am sick of glass ceilings that bring on positive discrimination and quotas for women. While active discrimination against any male over 50 means such jobs as school teaching assistant for a male has become a laughable idea and kids have no male role models.

I want a meritocracy for all.

I want my politicians to crack on with my wishes and that of the majority and enact article 50 and get us the hell out of the EU. I want the lords to become an elected second chamber and I want the rule of law not the law of rule to prevail. That means the result of a democatic reforandum has to be upheld and not messed about by MPs who frankly do not have the right to unpick it.

I want a fairer divison of the wealth in this country from those greedy bastards who have too much so that 2 million kids do not live in poverty in the fifth wealthiest country in the world and I want the elderly properly cared for along with the mentally ill and proper jails that are not carnage behind wire.

Lastly I want a real defence force to protect this realm and thus never have another war again. Is that too much to ask on Armistice Day? When we remember all those who died to preserve our freedom. ?

I wonder what Old Bill would have thought of your average feminist gobshite telling him in 1917 he was a misogynist? I would have loved to hear his reply.

 
Lest we forget:

The Miners Strike...

                              
                                (note: in this picture the Police have taken off their collar numbers)


Remember the miners strike? Which one? No not 1974 and Heath's downfall. 1984/85 and the end of deep mines in this country. The end of 85000 mens jobs, the division of families and probably the most dramatic shift of morality in this countries history that happened in 1984/85. It was the time of Thatchers mad experiment "no such thing as society only consumers". It was the end of a socilism in UK politics for the next 40 years and the end of a society based on average people being able to have an average job and live a life with some degree of security. For after 1984/85 it became steadily more and more difficult  for a person to get and average education, get an average job and bring up a family without want.

The background to the strike is simple. Thatcher knew she would have to break the Unions in UK to achieve her plan for total capitalism. It was always on the cards that sooner or later she would take on the Unions and so it was that she decided the militant Miners would be the ones to break. She stockpiled coal at our main power stations to avoid the problems faced by Heath in the winter of discontent and she waited .

Arthur Scargill the leader of the National Union of Miners in Yorkshire made a big mistake in not holding a vote before taking strike action and rightly the Nottinghamshire Miners Demcratic Union on Miners (DMU) refused to strike without one. Thatcher saw her chance and put in the Police to hold the line, divide and rule the two factions and that set the scene for the worst division and real suffering I can recall in this country.

Miners by the very nature of their industry are stubborn and loyal to each other. My own Grandfather Bill had been  a Nottinghamshire Miner. He was a proud lad and built like an outside privy. He loved his wife and two daughters and they loved him. He would bring home his pay and put it on the table every Friday. Grandmar Lotti would "Divi" it up, pay the bills, put some in the Coop book and pay for the kids music lessons. She would give Bill half a quid for his beer and skittles and that gave them pride enough for they asked for nothing and kept the front step spotless. It was a community tied together by hard work, great danger and coal they kept faith in each other. Miners worked together, played together, lived and often died together and it was a community Thatcher hated as much as their politics.

King Coal had powered the industrial revolution and built an Empire. It had also cost many men their lives and health. It killed my Granddad to. He died young from coal dust. Deep pit mining was hard work and it bred hard men and women. The had worked for many years in a bad industry with appalling safety and very poor pay. History time and time again showed how badly the miners had been served and this alone made them socialist in nature and the nationalisation of the pits after the war in the first pos war labour governement had been a just reward.  But by 1984 Thatchers policy of "sod you jack im alright rampant capitalism" was bound to clash sooner or later with the likes of the miners and so it happened that she decided to seize the high ground and force a fight.

And a fight is what she got. Ill not go into the detail of it here, just to say it got very bloody and very divisive with families torn apart and I well recall seeing men driven back to work in tears of frustration and through the starvation of their families being called scab by those who stayed out on strike. It took terrible scenes of real need to break the strike with Miners, who were having to eat in soup kitchens and feed their families from food banks set up in the Miners Welfare Clubs, being taunted by Londons Met Police. "Thanks for the overtime" or "Thanks for the extension to my house" the Coppers would shout to goad the Miners still on strike. If ever one wanted an illustration of the greed and division in this country brought about in the 80s by Thatcher the miners strike was the epitome of greed and power versus socilism and the rights of a man to a fair days pay for a fair days work.

I will certainly never forget the sights and sounds of that time and the gevious effects that are felt to this day. Effects brought about by the likes of Heseltine who after the strike set about the total and complete destruction of the deep mines in this country by simply switching the pumps off and flooding the mines. Even the DMU, who had stayed loyal were destroyed and now those pits are a memory and the miners villages ghost towns in many instances.

I like to think that "what goes around come around" and maybe just maybe this country will return to a less greed driven society where what you drive, the speed of you computer and the new gadget you own becoimes less imporant than caring for your neighbour. But I doubt it. Thatcherism did for society by offering greed and averice to simple people in return for votes. It was so attractive that it even forced the workers party Labour to duplicate and improve upon it. First Kinnock refused to back the strike or support the strikers and then Tony Blair completed the job of closing down the pits. Blair to my mind will always be someone who illustrates the fact that truly evil people never seem to get caught. It was also the end of trust in politicians in general to my mind.

Ill leave you with this thought. I had a friend who was a Policeman and he was from Derbyshire during the miners strike. He resigned from the Police shortly after the strike. One day he was on Picket duty when a Superintendent of the Met Police threw a stone at a line of miners and shouted "Come and get it". All hell broke loose and in the fight my friend belted the Superintendant and called him "A southern Bastard" He was pulled off by two other Policemen. Make of that what you will.

But I tell you this, it was the start of division in this country, yes it had always existed, but it grew to the point where it was filled by UKIP and brexit was more than born in the Miners strike. You can say on a global scale it was also about the same time people across the world began to become disenfranchised and not to believe in their politicians anymore. In the USA you can see the same thing with Trump and Clinton. Its what happens when 1 percent of the population own 99 percent of the wealth and the own the politicians.