Apparently Google has its knickers all in a twist over those cunts in the Eu and some shite about cookies. Frankly if they are biscuits then I will eat them, if you are concerned about this then fuck off somewhere else and read something else.

Saturday, 31 December 2011

New Years Eve and

Its beaters day on our little shoot, a good first drive with some smart snap shooting taking place by the youngsters meant that by tea break the bag was starting to fill up;

Dave decides to break out the family heirlooms for it is such an auspicious occasion;
By close of play we had managed a total of 11 birds although I suspect the dogs missed the odd runner or two;

Looks like the guns have their work cut out if they want to beat this next shoot;

Happy new year to you all and I hope its as mild as it is here if not warmer!

Thursday, 29 December 2011

Shamelssly lifted from

An Englishmans Castle
The Death Of The euro
Bill Jamieson: Apocalypse could be now for euro -
The reports tell of Foreign Office preparations to evacuate thousands of British expatriates and holidaymakers from countries that may be stricken by a break-up of the eurozone. The Ministry of Defence is also said to have been consulted about evacuation plans should UK citizens find themselves trapped in countries which have closed their borders and where bank withdrawals have been suspended.
In the frontline of this preparation is the Treasury, where reports have been circulating for weeks of contingency planning in the event of a disintegration of the single currency. Key arrangements include plans for the imposition of capital controls. Immigration and border controls would also be tightened.
Cross-border emergency evacuations; curtailment of the movement of money; detailed checks on crossing borders: these are the very opposite of the free movement of capital, goods, services and labour that the European single market was supposed to enshrine. The assumption behind these plans is that there would be a panic-fuelled capital flight as a banking failure took hold. The end result could be a freeze of electronic transfers and a halt to disbursements from hole-in-the-wall machines. And if people have no access to their money, those stricken countries in the eurozone do not just have a banking problem, or a sovereign debt problem. They have a law-and-order problem.
The salvation of Europe would, on the contrary, appear to lie in the overwhelming popular preference for people to be governed locally and by their own people, rather than by supra-national constructs. This is the counter-force that the events of 2012 will unleash as the debt and deficit crisis enters a new and explosive stage. That is why next week we will be in no ordinary year, and in no ordinary new era.

Tuesday, 27 December 2011

Funny but not for the kids

Yes you may have seen it before but here it is again!

Now since the very good reception this has had I have been sent some more;

Before you ask I have no idea how, the Tea Lady wiggles her ear lobes and that freaks me out!

Whilst some of us have been enjoying ourselves

Others have been telling it as it is;
Thought: A reflection on David Cameron’s vetoSunday 18th December 2011
This open letter from Frederick Forsyth is an excellent – brilliant even in its simplicity and understanding - reflection of the Euro issue and of David Cameron’s veto of the Merkel / Sarkozy proposals.
It should receive as much publicity as possible, so please pass it around. My instinct at the time of the veto was of both concern and relief – concern of the consequences of opening an old can of worms and relief that, by finally opening it, the festering sore between Britain and France (for that is what it in reality is and what has now become all too obvious) would have to be addressed - instead of brushing it under the carpet in an attempt to be good Europeans.
Contrary to the views of some, we are not bad Europeans. I have long maintained that the UK, with its civil service policy of gold plating all European legislation sent to us from Brussels, is the most compliant of all 27 countries in its obedience of the spirit and the letter of European law. The fact that, to varying degrees, the other 26 (notably France) don’t comply properly is one of the reasons for our widespread hatred of the EU – reasonably so. The Euro crisis is a direct result of disobeying the Growth & Stability Pact.
Angela Merkel backed attack on the City
Tuesday December 13,2011
By Frederick Forsyth
Dear Madame Chancellor,
PERMIT me to begin this letter with a brief description of my knowledge of, and affection for, your country.
I first came to Germany as a boy student aged 13 in 1952, two years before you were born. After three extended vacations with German families who spoke no English, I found at the age of 16 and to my pleasure that I could pass for German among Germans. In my 20s I was posted as a foreign correspondent to EastGermany in 1963, when you would have been a schoolgirl just north of East Berlin where I lived.
I know Germany, Frau Merkel, from the alleys of Hamburg to the spires of Dresden, from the Rhine to theOder, from the bleak Baltic coast to the snows of the Bavarian Alps. I say this only to show you that I amneither ignoramus nor enemy. I also had occasion in those years to visit the many thousands of my countrymen who held the line of the Elbe against 50,000 Soviet main battle tanks and thus kept Germany free to recover, modernise and prosper at no defence cost to herself.
And from inside the Cold War I saw our decades of effort to defeat the Soviet empire and set your East Germany free.I was therefore disappointed last Friday to see you take the part of a small and vindictive Frenchman in what can only be seen as a targeted attack on the land of my fathers. We both know that every country has at least one aspect of its society or economy that is so crucial, so vital that it simply cannot be conceded.
For Germany it is surely your automotive sector, your car industry. Any foreign-sourced measure to target German cars and render them unsaleable would have to be opposed to veto-point by a German chancellor.
For France it is the agricultural sector.
For more than 50 years members of the EU have been taxed under the terms of the Common Agricultural Policy in order to subsidise France’s agriculture. Indeed, the CAP has been the cornerstone of every EU budget since the first day. Attack it and France fights back.
For us the crucial corner of our economy is the financial services industry.
Although parts of it exist all overthe country it is concentrated in that part of London known even internationally as “the City”.
It is not just afew greedy bankers; we both have those but the City is far more.
It is indeed a vast banking agglomeration ofmore banks than anywhere else in the world. But that is the tip of the iceberg.
Also in the City is the world’sgreatest concentration of insurance companies. Add to that the brokers; traders in stocks and sharesworldwide, second only, and then maybe not, to Wall Street. But it is not just stocks.
The City is also home to the “exchanges” of gold and precious metals, diamonds, base metals, commodities, futures, derivatives, coffee, cocoa... the list goes on and on. And it does not yet touch upon shipping, aviation, fuels, energy,textiles... enough.
Suffice to say the City is the biggest and busiest marketplace in the world.
It makes theParis Bourse look like a parish council set against the United Nations and even dwarfs your Frankfurt manytimes.
That, surely, is the point of what happened in Brussels. The French wish to wreck it and you seem to have agreed. Its contribution to the British economy is not simply useful nor even merely valuable. It is absolutely crucial. The financial services industry contributes 10 per cent of our Gross Domestic Product and 17.5 percent of our taxation revenue. A direct and targeted attack on the City is an attack on my country. But that,although devised in Paris, is what you have chosen to support.
You seem to have decided that Britain is once again Germany’s enemy, a situation that has not existed since 1945. I deeply regret this but the choice was yours and entirely yours. The Transaction Tax or Tobin Tax you reserve the right to impose would not even generate money for Brussels. It would simply lead to massive emigration from London to other havens. Long ago it was necessary to live in a city to trade in it.In the days when deals can flash across the world in a nanosecond all a major brokerage needs is a suite of rooms, computers, telephones and the talent of the young people barking offers and agreements down the phone. Such a suite of rooms could be in Berne, Thun, Zurich or even Singapore. Under your Tobin Tax tens of thousands would leave London.
This would not help Brussels, it would simply help destroy the British economy.
Your conference did not even save the euro. Permit me a few home truths about it.
The euro is a Franco-German construct.
It was a German chancellor (Kohl) who ordered a German banker (Karl Otto Pohl) to get together with a French civil servant (Delors) on the orders of a French president (Mitterrand) and create a common currency.
Which they did. IT was a flawed construct. Like a ship with a twisted hull it might float in calm water but if itever hit a force eight it would probably founder. Even then it might have worked for it was launched with a manual of rules, the Growth And Stability Pact. If the terms of that book of rules had been complied with theGood Ship Euro might have survived. But compliance was entrusted to the European Central Bank whichcatastrophically failed to insist on that compliance.
Rules governing the growing of cucumbers are more zealously enforced. This was a European Bank in a German city under a French president and it failed in its primary, even its sole, duty. This had everything to do with France and Germany and nothing whatever to do with Britain. Yet in Brussels last week the EU pack seemed intent only on venting its spleen on the country that wisely refused to abolish its pound. You did not even address yourselves to saving the euro but only to seeking a way to ensure it might work in some future time. But the euro will not be saved. It is crumbling now. And since you have now turned against my country, from this side of the Channel, Madame Chancellor, one can only say of the euro: YOU MADE IT,YOU MEND IT.

Pheasant Hunt

The game is damn addictive and I'm getting chilblains just watching the snow!

Happy Christmas

Paddy asks mick "what do you most like about christmas?"

"The food," says mick." I love turkey.

"I don't" says paddy.

"We never have turkey, for our dinner we always have Babybels."

Mick looks at him. "Why Babybels?"

Paddy replies: "because Christmas is all about the baby cheeses!"

So now we are sat festering in front of the television playing computor games and generally drinking ourselves silly it is I suppose a well earned break before the New years Eve shoot which for us this year will be beaters day!

I have to agree that the T Lady made an inspired purchase this year!

Saturday, 24 December 2011

Christmas eve shoot

The day dawned cold and bright, always a good indicator of plenty of birds, there were a fair few saluted too. The bonnet didnt look too full at tea break but it wasnt a bad start;

Dave and Linda laid on a great lunch of game stew, much appreciated and enjoyed by all;

Meanwhile on drive 4 Arthur found a nest over by peg 8;
The final bag wasnt our best ever but still respectable;
Still only 7 days to the new years eve shoot and beaters day!

Thursday, 22 December 2011

There you go

The final product 53 pounds of venison sausage bagged and ready for the fridge or freezer:

I have kept a couple of large packs by for the shoot breakfast, I'm looking forward to the next couple of shoots, Christmas Eve and New Years Eve!

Why women dont hunt turkeys

Ok maybe just not blondes;

Tuesday, 20 December 2011

sausage time

The Mc Shug Venison mountain; Remember this?

so something like 50 pounds of frozen venison put through the porkert hand mincer, thanks to legal richard about 20 pounds of berkshire free range belly was next on the list for mincing
The next day I headed into town for the morning only to be disturbed by this;

I wasnt too sure about Santas little helper, well she wasnt too little and what was Santa doing in the Anne Summers shop anyway?

So after the meeting with the Bank it was home and wait for Mc Shug to turn up and give a hand, I sorted out the minced and herbed venison from the fridge and set up on the dining table in the conservatory;

The sausage skins and stuffer all came from Ascott Smallholdings a great place to buy from and good after sales service. I tend not to buy seasoning mixes annd dont ever use a filler but I do mix my own spices etc. here is Chillie, chillie and chives and BBQ;

The finished article are hung overnight and this time of year the conservatory is cool enough overnight even down here. the excess blood etc drains out and they get packaged up and either frozen or chilled for this weekends shoot breakfast. There is a good few months worth of sausage here for the boys and I and I have kept to one side about 2 pounds of mince for the christmas eve sausage rolls;

A fine way for an old buck to go, the rest is jointed and we shall enjoy a little roast on Christmas day.

Sunday, 18 December 2011

A bit sodding Parky here today

Today I spent a few hours looking at some very cold places, yes I know its colder elsewhere but the Thames has its own level of cold. We were fairly close to the latest monument to mammon;
Which doesnt look half as nice as the rest of the skyline;

Or seem to affect the christmas shoppers in Channel 4 middle class catering/ideal living world aka Borough Market;

Not a view of the market often seen.
Enough for now I'm too sodding cold to type!

Saturday, 17 December 2011

Shoot day at Park Wood

Thanks to Steve for the lift and use of his truck for the bag, a much understrength shoot today with many regulars absent and a shortage of beaters too, it didnt stop the birds flying well although we are seeing less Woodcock than usual and also not hitting them;
Thanks to all who turned up, it made a great day from what could have been a lot of hard work for no return.

Friday, 16 December 2011

A couple of days in the city

So Claypig and I went to an auction viewing, Holts who descend en masse from their base in Norfolk to Hammersmith, its always a good sale with plenty of lots at various prices from seemingly reasonable to whoa would you look at that. Suburban Bush Whacker had me look at a 6.5 x 54 MS which went in the end for a reasonable 500 pounds;They always have the lots from the sealed bid sale there for viewing and we saw what was sadly a deactivated Bren gun;

A very nice Rigby (one of many) which exceeded its estimate by 100% as did all of the Rigby rifles in the sale despite them not being available to the US market;

An early pre 98 Mauser built into a Rigby;

As expected Rupert in his red trousers made aan appearance;

Not an isolated sighting either;

In fact its an urban camouflage scheme if you are seeking to hide in the auction room;

In fact the early lots of air pistols and rifles were selling so well that I passed my card to one of the collectors but sadly lost his number, if you are looking then this is the article, not mint but in VGC;

So a good sale for some especially if you are on the recieving end of the commission even more if you sold the lot that raised 231 000 pounds!

Sadly all the lots bar one were bid clean out of my clients maximum offers so we came away with a good Swarovski scope to fit to the Grendel project rifle which was collected today ready to be sent for rebarreling!

Monday, 12 December 2011

shock horror Newspapers may have lied!

Will the Guardian close or be prosecuted? Will it fuck bunch of mealy mouthed double standard wankers! That's all the press by the way!

Channel 4

Is it dedicated to middle class pointing at chavs, gyppos and pikeys?
Not sure? Well take a look at the current schedules; middle class angst on homelessness. Middle class cooking lessons on ethically sourced food, middle class ethical home grown christmas?
Middle class pointing at the chav christmas lights and Gypsy excesses!
Says it all really, Channel 4 is a middle class outlet for those unable to feed at the publicly funded teat that is the BBC or don't they fancy leaving Hampstead for Salford?

Snoring Nora

That's Sassy giving it full volume, must be her age poor thing!
She only had the normal walk in the woods and none of the work moving feed drums trying to finish before the rain came!

Friday, 9 December 2011

the 40 year experiment

in european central control, is it over?
well either way call me dave should give us the chance to put right all those imposed wrongs!

Sunday, 4 December 2011

Heads up

Mc Shug came round, we set up the burner to boil out a couple of heads and sat there plucking ducks. The burner will be on for a couple of hours yet so I'll do them tomorrow;
So what else can you do on the picnic table in winter?

Saturday, 3 December 2011


If you couldnt make today for whatever reason then you missed a great days shooting. The bag at tea break wasnt spectacular but by close of play it had all changed, definetly a game of two halves;

After we divvied up the three pigeons, two Woodcock and eleven pheasants we collected the rest of the years feed from Tim's farm and went on our way hopefully very happy with a good days work!

I've still to check the game book but its the biggest bag since November last year when we managed 11 woodcock.

Thursday, 1 December 2011

No such thing as

Bad advertising?
read on

They certainly arent daft even if they have upset a few locals its hardly going to dent profits.
I'm all for farms surviving through diversificatopn and brewing is great!
After all its not like the press to generate outrage all over nothing now is it?

Public sector unions and strikes

Was it worth it? Really now be honest unless transport stops then no one really noticed the strikes. A few people were inconvenienced but really the airports ran smoothly and the only people out of pocket were the ones taking a day off work!
Dont get me wrong the right to industrial action is enshrined in law but with rights come responsibilities so I am aking if the Unions really do believe that George Osborne is lying and their pensions are fully funded then please put the figures out in the open so the rest of the public (The ones who pay for your pensions) can see if and who is lying!
You both cant be right! Its a simple fact that that clown Brown wasted billions in foreign aid and propped up his core electorate with pfi projects that have mortgaged away our future.
Now the coalotion has too pick up the pieces and its a broken mess. Labour gave us the current recession but I have no faith that Cameron will get us out of it. In fact I cant see us being in the clear for 10 years.
Politicians just cant be trusted, in fact the sort of person who leaves school wanting to get into politics shouldnt be allowed to be one!

Monday, 28 November 2011

For those of us who share my age range

This is certainly a better ad than the waves breaking on the beach;

Ok so in Russia where this comes from you would think

That they might be used to snow by now?

Nope it seems even russia has rednecks!

Sunday, 27 November 2011

We didnt do the green thing in my day

In the line at the supermarket, the cashier told an older woman thatshe should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren't goodfor the environment.
The woman apologized to him and explained, "We didn't have the greenthing back in my day." The cashier responded, "That's our problem today. Maybe your generationdid not care enough to save our environment."
He was right -- our generation didn't have the green thing in its day. Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles tothe shop or off licence. They sent them back to the plant to be washed,sterilized and refilled and re-used. So it could use the same bottlesover and over. So they really were recycled.
But we didn't have the green thing back in our day.
We walked up stairs, because we didn't have lifts and escalators inevery shop and office building.
We walked to the local shops and didn't climb into a 300-horsepowermachine every time we had to go to a supermarket.
We bought fruit and veg loose - and washed them at home. We didn't haveto throw away bins full of plastic, foam and paper packaging that needhuge recycling plants fed by monster trucks all day, everyday.
But she was right. We didn't have the green thing in our day.
Back then, we washed the baby's nappies because we didn't have thethrow-away kind.
We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobblingmachine burning up 220 volts -- wind and solar power really did dry theclothes.
Kids got hand-me-down (mostly hand made or hand knitted) clothes fromtheir brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing shipped fromthe other side of the planet.
But that old lady is right; we didn't have the green thing back in ourday.
Back then shops repaired things with funny things called spare parts -we didn't need to throw whole items away because a small part failed.
Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house -- not a TV in everyroom. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief(remember them?), not a screen the size of Wales.
In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn't haveelectric machines to do everything for us.
When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used a waddedup old newspaper to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap.
Back then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn petrol just to cut thelawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power and hand clippersfor the hedges.
We exercised by working so we didn't need to go to a brightly lit, airconditioned health club to run on treadmills that operate onelectricity and then drink millions of bottles of that special waterfrom those plastic bottles.
But she's right; we didn't have the green thing back then.
We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a plastic cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water.
We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new plastic pen,and we replaced blades in a razor instead of throwing away the wholeplastic razor just because the blade got dull.
But we didn't have the green thing back then.
Back then, people took the bus and kids rode their bikes to school orwalked instead of turning their parents into a 24-hour taxi service.
We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of socketsto power a dozen appliances. And we didn't need a computerized gadgetto receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space inorder to find the nearest fish & chip shop.
But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we oldfolks were just because we didn't have the green thing back then?
Please forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from a young smartass.

Cheers clive

Order now for Christmas...

The new radio1 Xmas CD with the cover versions you never thought you'd hear:
Susan Boyle - Dont you wish your girlfriend was hot like me;
Stevie Wonder - i can see clearly now;
John Terry - Ebony & Ivory
Katie Price - like a virgin;...
Rihanna - hit me baby one more time;
Michael Jackson - the drugs don't work;
Joseph Fritzl - love shack;
Stephen Hawking - im still standing!

Have I left anyone out yet?

Friday, 25 November 2011

If you are going to be stupid

You'd better be tough!

Merry Christmas

A little early perhaps but lets get them in whilst we can!

Thursday, 24 November 2011

More trawling T'web for common sense

Shamelessly pinched from Shouting at Cows

The Guardian has become somewhat of a bête-noire at Shouting at Cows towers, after its flagrant hypocrisy, pointless lifestyle tit-bits and it being awash with nepotism and mate’s favours saw it become merely a horrible waste of trees. The latest Guardian article to make us crush grapes left, right and centre, was a piece entitled ‘The 8 types of student’; nothing more than a crass generalisation about how all students are, essentially, bit part characters from The Young Ones.
Now we love a baseless jab as much as the next person, but during a time of an utterly bleak outlook for students with over a million young people unemployed, 1 in 5 graduates out of work and rising tuition fees, perhaps this wasn’t the most opportune moment to release a story which basically indicated that all students are just unemployable fools who don’t want to grow up. Because that’s why they’re unemployed, after all. Because they’re fools. I’m sure they had a jolly good guffaw about it down at Guardian HQ. “These students, eh! No wonder they can’t get jobs!”
I personally would have included a 9th category, that of the earnest student who got themselves into debt in hope of having a better future for themselves but now find themselves fucked, as there are no jobs available and can’t afford to do a 3 month unpaid internship anywhere. But that would require a degree of rationality. And there’s no room for rationalism in a newspaper that printed a story from the pen of Johnny fucking Marbles, about that era defining moment when he chucked a pie at Rupert Murdoch, making the entire opposition to News International look like a bunch of vapid twits who had drunk too much fizzy pop.
Inspired by this, I scratched my head to discover 8 types of people that would actually read the dross served up by The Guardian, and manage to make it through a whole copy without going berserk and scrawling ‘Football Weekly and arbitrary reviews of coffee beans does not a good paper make’, on the walls of their home, in what would be one of the more nuanced, constructive and eloquent mental breakdowns.

1) Champagne Socialists of the Islington Sect
Arguably the core support of the Guardian, and one we have documented previously, these lot give the Guardian its ‘lifestyle bible’ tag. Normally working in such vital industries as freelance B2B consulting, for these people, the paper will tell them what to read, what to wear, what to think, what to like, what to hate and what to sympathise with in order to be a morally sound person, yet at no point will it make them feel guilty for installing a brand new, £20,000 Scandinavian kitchen. It’s the sort of social group who will read it and pontificate about its stories involving Syria and Governmental spending cuts at dinner parties, before the cheeseboard and dessert wine is served.
They like the fact that the paper will give them moral footing, yet won’t be intrusive enough to suggest that maybe, if you really do care about the people that you espouse to, sending your children to private schools and building your own million pound dream house in Putney probably isn’t the most responsible use of your endless amounts of cash.

2) The Downtrodden Partner
Possibly the most common category amongst ‘sensible’ folk, these are the ones who go back to The Guardian time and time again, simply because it’s the least offensive of all the papers. The Telegraph these days resembles nothing more than the recorded utterances from a 1920′s Billiard Room. The Independent has been a farce ever since the Joann Hari debacle. The tabloids provide nothing but tits and cheap holidays to Spain, while The Mail/Express are COMPLETELY FUCKING MENTAL.
The Guardian has been the go-to paper for those who just want to know what’s going on in the world from the least offensive outlet. The problem these people have, is that for every decent story they read, they seen some bit of rubbish about how to knit jumpers for your apples, or the latest serving of complete tripe from Laurie Penny, concerning what quirky shite she’s been up to this weekend, or some baseless rubbish from her about how THE POLICE ARE TRYING TO BLOW UP THE WORLD! Then they read a half decent scoop again, and promise themselves that this time, it’s different. But it’s never different. Ever.

3) Political Hipsters
Everything is a commodity of status these days. Fashion, housing, haircuts, who can wear the most pointless hat; everything. A knowledge of Politics is no different. These people need easily digestible tit bits from the news to wow their friends down some ejjit-ridden pub in Camden, so they can be introduced to people as, “Oh yah, this is Toby. He’s into politics. It’s kind of his thing.” Sounds often heard from these people include, “fucking Barclays, not paying tax.” When you explain to them that GMG (Guardian’s owners) have been privy to the same tax evasion as Barclays, you’ll see their brain began to fry, whilst they get distracted by a passer-by in a particularly fetching pair of spray-on jeans. At this stage, the only way you can win their attention back is to wow their artistic side by doing something zany, like pissing into a biscuit tin and entering it for the Turner Prize. But by this stage the moment is gone, and you’ll probably be barred from the public house for indecent exposure. And require a new receptacle for your custard creams.

4) Painters and Decorators
Having worked briefly as a painter and decorator in Australia, one thing I can say first hand is that it’s a messy job. You require a lot of newspaper. Thankfully, the Guardian is absolutely massive, and allows you to cover everything from your sofa to toaster, to avoid any specs of paint staining it. Proving that everything has a use!

5) ‘Soppy wet, bleeding heart’ liberals
Caricatures and stereotypes are prevalent on both sides of the political spectrum. For every right wing nutter who thinks the homosexuals will cause the apocalypse, there’s some simpering berk on the left, who thinks that we can save the world through veganism. When Bob ‘£145k’ Crow secured a £50,000 a year deal for tube drivers by essentially blackmailing London, the comments section on the Guardian’s story was awash with remarks like ‘Good on you!’, and ‘Congrats! Good to see proper people getting money, rather than the bloody bankers.’ Now, despite the fact that £50,000 is an abhorrent amount of money for a job where all you have to push a button and pull the brake every few minutes, the tactic used by the RMT to get the raises was not too dissimilar from how the bankers secured their ridiculous salaries, by essentially saying, “Fuck it, we won’t work. Probably get a job in another country, tbh tbf imo, lolz.”
The problem though, is that to comprehend this would require thinking. And some people don’t have time for thinking. If it looks left-wing, and smells left-wing, then that’ll do. The Guardian ran a story where they pissed around Crow’s office and talked about his bust of Lenin, despite the fact that Crow is on £145,000 a year, which IS AN AMOUNT OF MONEY THAT WOULD MAKE VLADIMIR LENIN PHYSICALLY SICK! I might just sit in town tomorrow in a beret and Che Guevara T-shirt, counting a gratuitous amounts of £5 notes whilst fawning groups of people come up and shake my hand, congratulating me for ‘fighting the good fight!’

6) Opposition MPs
Life in opposition is brilliant. You can promise anything and everything because you’re out of power. You can’t produce any of it until you get voted into government. It’s like saying, “If I get elected, could I create a third tap on home sinks; hot, cold and 2004 Italian Chianti? Well, there’s only one way to find out.” [Ed: Fight!] After a half decent performance during the leadership debates, The Guardian strongly backed Nick Clegg, who once in power reneged on all his promises, most notably raising tuition fees. The Guardian then got behind the simpering twat Ed Miliband, holding him up a some sort of second coming of Christ, despite the fact that, not only is he not the best MP in Parliament, he’s not even the best MP in his own family. Opposition MPs therefore see the Guardian as this fantastic resource where they can have some mawkish interview about how much they just ruddy, love the poor, before expecting front page splashes under the banner, “Can this person save the economy?” After all, The Media is always in opposition. They can say whatever they like!

7) Alan Rusbridger’s extended family
Families tend to be supportive. My mum still recounts those moments on a freezing cold Sunday morning, where she’d stand and watch me play football with an enthusiastic look on her face, despite the fact that if you asked her what the offside rule was, she’d be left struggling. What with The Guardian being Rusbridger’s little pet project, I have no doubt that he gets a call from a similarly supportive member of his family every day, talking about how much they enjoyed that pretentious review of a minimalistic French film about a dilapidated country house, where not a lot happens, but we all grow stronger for the experience.

8 ) Middle Class Marxists
Possibly my favourite of the Guardian’s fanbase, these are the over pampered, under worked sect of the readership who have read a bit of Zinn and Chomsky, and think that the US are responsible for everything that’s gone wrong ever. Wars, illness, poverty, the cancelling of Knightrider, the death of former Carry On stalwart Hattie Jacques; everything. They have a modern day interpretation of Marxism, where they don’t want to become “Part of the system, Maaan!” but still want iPads and sweet-ass cameras, which sees most of them living with their parents till they’re 30. These people will attended rallies and bemoan police brutality, after the coppers get another tin of paint or piece of fence thrown at them. Whilst they will have no problem generalising an entire police force as ‘pigs’, if anyone dares to generalise a social group that they’re sympathetic with, then they’re just the worst bastards in the Western World.
The Guardian is great for these people, as they’ll print some rabble rousing story designed to stick the fire into easily influenced bellies of the ‘youf’, before printing a sycophantic obituary to Steve Jobs, or an advert for the latest cannon camera with a ‘60s’ filter. Cause it’s vintage, innit. I love vintage. It’s all, like, old n shit.

So there you have a detailed analysis of the Guardian’s readership. And it must make you proud, that in this time of the media being dominated by sensationalist reporting and opinionated columns, it’s nice to see that one paper can appeal to such a wide array of people. God speed, Grauniad!

Thanks for this as I wouldnt use the Guardian to line my chicken coop so apart from instinctively knowing when the Vegan, lefty Gay rights types employed as Managers by certain large public bodies are Guardian readers I certainly wouldnt get the chance to share such gems.

Wednesday, 23 November 2011

Animal welfare?

Fucking complete mong I dont know if you are happy with my use of that description but as Ricky Gervais says dont confuse the person in the joke with the target.
This person obviously has no control over his dog, now labs especially untrained ones can be no end of trouble but the problems are usually tracked to the other end of the lead, got a problem dog?
Got a problem with where to exercise him?
Why not let him loose where you can cause the most damage?
What a complete and utter feckwit!
I have a springer bitch that likes deer far too much for her own good, we realised this early on and trained her to the whistle and when we see a deer we put her on the lead!

Whilst we are on this knotty subject whats good for the tree huggers seems to be ok for the Govt in Scotland
Although you can rely on auntie to sensationalise everything as per usual!

Me I'm going to be controversial here, I dont feel one way or the other for the animals as long as its done properly and with the minimum of fuss and stress, personally I prefer culled animals to enter the food chain and I do have a recipe for Badger ham, I dont hate killing, I actually quite enjoy the well executed shot, its just not the be all and end all, its the end of the stalk and the start of the food process!

Race and language?

It is a term that offers welcome relief for a very basic need, and is recognised around the world - but not, it seems, in one corner of Wales.
Although the origins of the “WC” abbreviation for “water closet” are English, it has been adopted into everyday usage in German, Italian, Dutch and Hungarian.
Even the French use it, and we all know what they're like about diluting their precious language. But now councillors in Gwynedd, North Wales, are being asked to justify the decision to include the term “WC” on road signs in the area.
The issue is due to be debated at the next meeting of the county council’s “language subcommittee” following a complaint about the use of the non-Welsh initials, which it is feared could become a rallying point for nationalist sentiment.
The dispute hinges on the use of the abbreviation on a sign on a roundabout on a new £35 million Portmadoc bypass advising motorists about a nearby public convenience. And it's a particularly annoying dispute for two reasons, both of which assume a depth of stupidity in someone or other.
The first is that the “WC” sign is an internationally used and recognised symbol, and to object to it is to suggest that Welsh people are too ignorant and insular to know what it means.
The second is that the alternative Welsh word is “toiled”, and to suggest that English tourists won't be able to guess what that means is also pretty thick.
Let's face it, English visitors soon realise that Welsh is not a real language at all, but a made-up one which borrows words from French (“eglwys” = “church”, or “ffenestr” = “window”) and English (“dim bikio” = “no cycling”, “dim dympio” = “no dumping”, “trowsus” = “trousers”) with gay abandon.
Mind you, Portmadoc is no stranger to absurd and unnecessary controversy. Recently there was a row about a £650,000 bridge (“pont” - not French at all) over that very same bypass. The bridge was built to help bats cross the road.
Clearly there are no budget cuts for wildlife in Wales. In England and other civilised places, of course, bats can fly. Welsh bats would have to be different, wouldn't they?
On the University of Wales website there's an online translator which renders “bat” as “bat”. Can't think why we bothered to look it up, really.
Meanwhile a bit further south in Aberystwyth council chiefs are planning to fly a gypsy flag on the promenade. The plan will mean either removing another national flag from the display, or splashing out on a new flagpole.
Aberystwyth prides itself on the 52 flagpoles which grace its seafront, all flying European or other national flags. But town councillors have now provoked a row by agreeing to include the Romany Gypsy flag.
Supporters of the move say they want to mark the area's 'long tradition of gypsies'. But councillor Aled Davies suggested the move was a waste of money, saying 'Those flags are supposed to be for small nations, and the gypsies don't have a nation as such.
Should we really spend money on a flag and flag pole during the current economic climate?' The flags along the promenade are all either flags of the minority nations of Europe (so not gypsies, then), or flags of other EU member countries (so not gypsies, then), or flags of countries which send significant numbers of visitors to Ceredigion (ah. Now there's a clue. But ... a country?).
The GOS says: Please would you Welsh speakers not write in and tell me I've got it all wrong about Welsh because you had all those English and French words first. You didn't. That's bollocks (“bwlllwcs” - not a Welsh word, but one belonging to an ancient indigenous language I just made up. Rather like Cornish, actually).
The Welsh language was invented for a bet in 1973 by two men from Bridgend. The Welsh for “bet” is – you've guessed it - “bet”.
Welsh national dress was invented by Augusta Hall, an Englishwoman who objected to the Welsh habit of flitting round the mountains in the nude (“noeth”). The thing about gypsies reminds me of the most annoying aspect of the Dale Farm débacle: the claims that evicting the illegal travellers is “racist”.
Travellers are not a race. Gypsies are not a race. You and I aren't a race. Travellers, gypsies, you, me, we belong to the human race, but we have no right to invent little subdivisions and call them “races”.
Our DNA is 99.9% identical, we move, breathe, walk, eat, shit and fuck identically, whether we live in a condominium or a caravan, whether our parents came from Rawalpindi or Rochdale.
If you want to make yourself feel separate and special, or if you want to invent some reason why you are being discriminated against, then you need to use an expression like “ethnic subdivision of the human race”.
Then you can claim that people are being ethnically subdivisionist towards you. Or alternatively, you can invent yourself a special language and demand that everyone recognise it. But I think we've already dealt with that.
With thanks to the Grumpy Old Sod for injecting some common sense into the debate!

Saturday, 19 November 2011

Another sunny day dawned, more guns dropped out again due to personal problems etc but the 8 that turned up certainly seemed to have had a really good day of it, breakfast provided by Mike H and despite my best attempts at cremating both sausages and bacon we set off for the first half in good spirits. The bag at tea break was reasonably impressive even if the squirrel and pigeon took a lot of shots to bag;

On drive 5 Richard as usual bagged Charlie, at least this time he had loaded his gun, perhaps the amount of birds remains we find will lower in number. Anthony retrieved the dog fox from Sassy who had decided to retrieve it herself making a half decent job, Brush is in the soak now;

The finally tally was an impressive 3 Cock Pheasants and 3 hens, 3 pigeons, 3 Squirrels, 2 woodcock and 1 fox, quite the varied bag;

We decided to not count the cartridges this time but next time we will try and do a quick pound in lotto for the shots fired total. Joe certainly will be going for a high number.

Friday, 18 November 2011

Mc Shug hits the nail on the head

a busy day at the office;or as we see here approximately 120 pounds of rutting fallow buck we recovered the bullet 150 grain soft point .308 from under the skin on the far shoulder;
a grand day out, more deer seen but not taken!

Thursday, 17 November 2011

Been a bit quiet in here,

Well thats because the phone hasnt stopped ringing, you know what its like, project teams get close to the end of the financial year and decide that they must use up the budget rather than carry it over to next year as the latest project management strictures that we have tied ourselves up in make moving money close to a capital crime!
So there I am busy looking at the various job offers when Neil pops this over to me, an old familiar friend and one I'm sure rings true;

Sunday, 13 November 2011

lest we forget

or youth today;
"absolutely pissed off! Spending the morning at a bowling tournament in Tolworth wankers couldn't even turn the fuckin rap music off for 2 minutes and when asked why spent the whole 2 minutes arguing between themselves! Youngsters wearing poppies! Fucking clueless! I won't be coming here ever again Charrington Bowl Tolworth you should be ashamed you bunch of cunts!"

Friday, 11 November 2011

Tuesday, 8 November 2011

Where's Wally?

To students of modern light rail or industrial history working where I was yesterday shouldnt be too hard even if I took the long way back;

Monday, 7 November 2011

Here Piggy piggy piggy

Thanks to the Kiwi for this;
I cant post it or embedd it so click, let it load and play!

Thanks to Phil for GOS

This is a revelation, perhaps I am not alone. Ok I know I am not but Phil sent this to me over the weekeend and whilst recovering from Beating and Sciatica I had a good read, the section on the referendum gets reproduced below completely;

"So, David Cameron. It's all fine and dandy to help the Libyans win the right to self-determination and democracy, but when we ask for the same thing at home it's a different kettle of fish.
Or should that be a different barrel of oil, perhaps?
It feels very odd to say this, given that in our opinion the Daily Mail is the worst newspaper in Britain – even worse than the Sunday Sport, which doesn't make any pretence to be a serious newspaper, but we must: the Daily Mail's strangely unattributed commentary on the recent Commons vote on an EU referendum is spot on, and accurately reflects both the facts and the mood of the majority of voters.
Basically, we've been sold down the river by successive governments. Nothing new there, then. In the Daily Mail's own words ... How's this for a starkly unequivocal promise? ‘The European Union has evolved significantly since the last public vote on membership over 30 years ago. Liberal Democrats, therefore, remain committed to an in/out referendum the next time a British Government signs up for fundamental change in the relationship between the UK and the EU.’
Such was the solemn manifesto pledge made to the British people by every Lib Dem candidate who stood for election less than 18 months ago. Yet on Monday night, guess how many of the party’s 57 MPs stood by that promise and voted for a Commons motion approving the principle of an EU referendum that would include an in/out option?
The shocking answer is just one — Adrian Sanders of Torbay — a solitary honourable man in a party of puppets. As with tuition fees, the other 56 apparently thought nothing of breaking their word to the people who voted them into power.
Or how about this for another unequivocal manifesto pledge? ‘We will be positive members of the European Union but we are clear that there should be no further extension of the EU’s power over the UK without the British people’s consent.
We will ensure that by law, no future Government can hand over areas of power to the EU or join the euro without a referendum of the British people.’ So said the Conservatives, every one of them, before that same election in May 2010 — and all praise to the 96 (out of 306) Tories who mounted the biggest rebellion in their party’s modern history on Monday night, keeping their word to their constituents and defying their leader’s orders to vote against the motion.
But given that manifesto pledge, what in the name of integrity possessed David Cameron to impose a three-line whip in the first place, instructing his MPs to breach their electors’ trust on pain of losing their government jobs or their hopes of promotion to the front bench?
And how profoundly depressing and unedifying to see those lifelong Eurosceptics William Hague and Michael Gove wriggling like maggots on a hook as they betrayed every belief about Europe they’ve espoused throughout their political careers. Cameron seems to think that running a country is like running a PR campaign.
It is not. Truly, there is something hideously wrong with the state of democracy in Britain today, when candidates say one thing to the electorate, only to be told by their party leaders to do the direct opposite when they are voted into the Commons.
Nowhere, of course, has that deficit been more glaringly apparent over the years than in the political establishment’s contempt for voters in all matters touching upon Europe. Indeed, the entire history of the relentless expansion of the EU’s powers since we joined what was then the Common Market in 1973 has been a tale of brazen deceit, broken promises and disenfranchisement of the electorate by all three major political parties.
Remember Labour’s 2005 manifesto pledge on the new European Constitution? ‘We will put it to the British people in a referendum.’ Nothing, surely, could have been more unequivocal. Yet when it came to signing the Lisbon Treaty, in which the new constitution was enshrined, Gordon Brown conveniently forgot about it. Or, rather, he fobbed off the public with the monstrous lie that Lisbon (referred to in official documents as ‘the Constitutional Treaty’) was not, in fact, a European Constitution at all.
The Tories and Lib Dems were no better. Both promised explicitly to put the Constitution to a referendum. But as soon as they were in a position to do so, they smirked and said: ‘No point now. Lisbon’s been signed.’
Wherever Europe is concerned, there’s always some snivelling shyster’s excuse, some weasel-worded legalistic technicality seized on by the politicians to wriggle out of their commitment to give the public their say.
And these days, when all else fails, there’s always that catch-all standby: ‘Sorry, old boy. The Coalition agreement won’t allow it.’
So it is that, one by one, the ancient powers of Britain’s once sovereign Parliament, paid for by the blood of our ancestors, slip away to Brussels — into the hands of unaccountable European Commission, where voters will never be able to touch them again.
And how can we boast of the West’s belief in liberal representative government while that abomination against democracy holds increasing sway over every aspect of our lives, from immigration control to working hours? Meanwhile in the Continent’s capitals, the Europhile political class pushes its ambitions ever further, enmeshing one nation after another in its anti-democratic web. Today, on the streets of Athens, Lisbon, Madrid, Rome and Dublin, we are seeing the disastrous consequences of those political ambitions.
For the slow-motion car crash of the euro — long predicted by wiser heads who understood the economic madness of a one-size-fits-all single currency for countries as diverse as Germany and Greece — is bringing misery and unemployment to countless millions.
Let the Mail lay all its cards on the table. This paper has no desire for Britain to pull out of Europe — and particularly not at a time like this, when withdrawal would add immeasurably to the uncertainties threatening our recovery and rocking the confidence of the markets.
For the same reason, we earnestly hope EU leaders will find a solution that saves the euro from disorderly collapse.
Inevitably, we believe, this will mean rewriting the EU constitution yet again, to bring the countries of the Eurozone under a single economic government, with more uniform tax and spending policies — almost certainly to be dictated by Germany.
Whether this can work in the long run is anybody’s guess. The Mail doubts it. But in the depths of this crisis, we see no other way. Herein, of course, lies great danger for Britain. For as a leopard never changes its spots, so the Euro empire-builders will surely seek to extend any new fiscal and regulatory powers beyond the Eurozone, with their eyes fixed firmly, as ever, on the wealth of the City of London.
But here, also, lies a golden opportunity, perhaps never to be repeated, to redefine our own relationship with the EU in a way that sets democracy back on its rightful throne at Westminster.
For what the Mail wants passionately — and we believe the overwhelming majority of Britons share our wish — is to reclaim powers over such matters as immigration, social policy and business regulation, which should never have been conceded to Brussels and which are daily threatening our ability to compete with developing super-giant economies such as India and China.
We have no illusions. Yet again, the Europhile élite will seek to introduce its constitutional changes in a way that leaves a loophole for the Coalition to duck out of its statutory obligation to hold a referendum on the transfer of any new powers to the EU.
So the Mail has a simple proposal: let there be a single-question referendum, asking the public if we wish to reclaim powers from Brussels, yes or no. True, it will not satisfy those who wish to withdraw altogether. But for them, better this than the nothing they will otherwise be offered.
As for the timing, let the referendum be called the moment a new treaty is drawn up. Or if it becomes clear that the new rules are to be introduced on the sly, without a treaty, then let it be held within 12 months from today.
There can be no more lies, no more deceit, no more creeping federalism without consent. This time, those unequivocal manifesto promises must be honoured. Only then will our political class redeem the disgrace of Monday night — and begin to reconnect with the people they were elected to represent.
Well said, that editor. And reporter Jason Groves went further to explain which powers we should be fighting to recover from Brussels ... Crime and Immigration Brussels was handed sweeping new powers to interfere in the British criminal justice system in the run-up to the Lisbon Treaty, which came into force in 2009 when some 90 new powers in this area were given over to the EU. They include the creation of a controversial European arrest warrant, allowing foreign countries to issue arrest warrants to Britons and try them in their absence, and the creation of a new, over-arching EU judicial body called Eurojust.
British judges and ministers are now barred from blocking the extradition of UK citizens to other EU countries — even where the charges appear to be trumped up. Eurojust already has the right to demand sensitive personal data about British citizens. It potentially has the power to investigate them directly, and even to initiate criminal investigations in this country.
The measures also allow for the UK’s DNA and fingerprint databases to be shared with other EU countries. EU rules on the free movement of labour are directly responsible for the unprecedented levels of immigration to the UK from Eastern Europe in recent years. It is questionable whether Prime Minister David Cameron can meet his pledge to cut net immigration to under 100,000 without breaching those rules.
The Lisbon Treaty will end Britain’s veto in many areas of immigration and border control, and ministers are now fighting an attempt by Brussels to repeal a law allowing Britain to deport asylum seekers to the country where they entered the EU. There are mounting concerns, too, about EU plans for ‘burden-sharing’ on immigration, which could see Britain forced to take more African immigrants arriving in southern European countries like Italy and Greece. EmploymentBrussels produces an endless stream of politically-correct social and employment law, which is blamed by business for crippling Britain’s international competitiveness and driving up unemployment.
The think-tank Open Europe estimates that EU employment legislation introduced since 1998 alone has cost the UK economy £38.9?billion. The controversial Working Time Directive — which limits the working week to 48 hours and places restrictions on shift patterns — is thought to cost Britain more than £3.5bn a year. It has played havoc with working practices in public sector organisations such as the NHS, and has resulted in a massive rise in the number of employment tribunals, which themselves impose a crippling burden on business. The number of tribunal cases soared by 56 per cent to 236,000 last year alone. One quarter of them stemmed directly from the Working Time Directive. Brussels’ obsession with employment rights has resulted in a new EU Temporary And Agency Workers Directive which will give one million agency workers in the UK the same rights as permanent staff, costing almost £2bn a year.
Brussels has already granted full employment rights to part-time workers and those on fixed-term contracts. Small firms cannot afford to give part-time workers these rights and are put off taking on new staff and growing their businesses for fear of being sued. Other legislation in the pipeline includes proposals to increase fully-paid maternity leave from six weeks to 20.
Economy Brussels is assuming ever-more control over the regulation of financial services, and is now pressing for a new tax on financial transactions which could cost the UK more than £15bn. The new transactions tax would deal a devastating blow to the City, which is by far the biggest financial centre in Europe. Protecting the City from the dead hand of Brussels is seen as a key Government priority. There are major fears, too, that further political integration among the countries that use the euro could allow them to force through protectionist changes to the single market that damage Britain.
Even the Lib Dems are worried that the upheaval in the Eurozone could result in new moves that would disadvantage British businesses. Britain contributes almost £4bn a year to the EU’s failed regional development programme, which recycles taxpayers’ cash into local economic development projects.
The UK gets back barely a third of what it puts in, and huge sums are lost to bureaucracy. Repatriating the cash would allow ministers to target it on British priorities. Over the seven-year cycle of the current EU budget, Britain will pay in almost £90bn but get back just £40bn — a net loss of £50bn.
Our net contribution is bigger than those of France, Denmark and Spain put together. The biggest beneficiary of the EU’s largesse is Poland, which will get £56bn over the period.
Human Rights The Charter of Fundamental Rights is having a deep impact on life in Britain. It was included in the Lisbon Treaty and has given EU citizens more than 50 new rights — including a wide-ranging right to strike.
Labour claimed it had negotiated a ‘protocol’ that meant the Charter would not apply in the UK. But recent rulings by the European Court of Justice suggest this so-called opt-out is worthless. In particular, the ruling that insurance companies can no longer offer different premiums to men and women based on gender — which will send premiums soaring for women drivers — appears to draw heavily on the Charter.
Other controversial rulings, such as the order to give prisoners the vote, stem from the separate European Convention on Human Rights (ECHR). This post-war convention, on which the Human Rights Act is based, is not strictly an EU measure, but many experts believe it would be almost impossible for Britain to quit the Convention without also leaving the EU.
Fishing The Common Fisheries Policy handed control of Britain’s once plentiful fishing grounds to Brussels. The policy is blamed for the destruction of Britain’s proud fishing industry, with the loss of thousands of jobs and billions of pounds in revenue. Britain’s annual cod catch fell from 300,000 tonnes a year when Britain joined the EU to a low of just 7,000 tonnes in 2007. Fishermen blame the dramatic decline directly on EU mismanagement.
Non-EU countries like Iceland have retained booming fishing industries and healthy fish stocks by keeping out competitors, like the Spanish, in a way that membership of the EU’s Fisheries Policy makes impossible. Withdrawing from a system that gives every EU country — including landlocked nations like Austria — a say in managing our fishing grounds is seen as essential in restoring them to health.
Farming The Common Agricultural Policy (CAP), which pays subsidies to farmers, costs £38bn a year — equal to almost one-third of the entire EU budget. The policy levies high tariffs on food imports, pushing up food prices in Britain and costing the average British family about £500 a year. The CAP’s damaging impact on exports from developing countries far exceeds any benefit from the EU’s foreign aid budget.
The scheme is also a byword for bureaucracy, with the average financial claim by an individual British farmer costing £742 to process, even for amounts as small as £5. The unfairness of the CAP was the basis for Britain’s EU rebate — but we still get back barely half of the cash we put in. Britain is already the second biggest net contributor to the EU budget after Germany. But this position is set to worsen dramatically in the coming years following a decision by Tony Blair to surrender much of the historic rebate secured in 1984 by Margaret Thatcher.
The GOS says: All jolly good, quite agree. And why won't any of this happen? Here's a clue: Mrs.Miriam Clegg, wife of Lib-Dem leader Nick Clegg, has just got a job as “independent adviser” to Acciona, the world’s largest provider of wind farms.
The company, which specialises in energy, construction and services, was recently awarded a contract to run Britain’s first desalination plant on the site of the Thames Barrier.
Acciona has also built four wind farms in this country. Mrs.Clegg's day job is as a partner at DLA Piper, a London-based law firm, where she is in charge of international trade and EU law practice.
Before that she worked for the European Commission, where she met Nick Clegg who was an aide to Leon Brittan, the then-EU trade commissioner.
You see where I'm going with this?
The EU is a colossal gravy-train. With the companies that service it, tender to it, pander to it, feed off it, the whole mess is a giant trough of lucrative swill in which all the politician piggies and lawyer piggies and bureaucrat piggies can snout and snuffle as much as they like.
That's why we can't have the referendum we were promised. Because most of the politicians who control the government have got an eye to the main chance. I mean, they've got to have something to look forward to when the shine rubs off Westminster, haven't they, and a cushy job with the EU or one of its satellites companies will fit the bill rather well.

Sunday, 6 November 2011

Deer ok but badgers Not

So in Scotland the Govt wants to allow Civil Servants even more access to private land to cull deer where it feels deer cull numbers arent being met, now this is solely to protect trees, yes trees. I have no qualms personally about killing deer provided they end up in the food chain but with the DCS using helicopters to drive deer to waiting marksmen and then not letting on if the deer made it into the food chain or not is a bit hypocritical!

Lets face it the same Scottish Govt alond with the Welsh and The Main Govt when Benn was Defra minister denied farmers in TB stricken areas the right to cull badgers to improvine Bovine and then Human health!
I dont know about you but I doubt even hugh Furry Eat them all has a recipe for Caledonian Pine!
Wheres the logic in that? Oh the logic is the deer are property of absentee landlords from England (or so they say) and Badgers (I challenge anyone to encounter a Badger and describe it as cuddly) are infecting Cattle belonging to rich land owning farmers (or so they say). Perhaps its time for a change. Yes I do have a recipe for Badger ham!

Saturday, 5 November 2011

Shoot day

Despite doom and gloom forecasts of torrential rain the hardy few amongst us decided to turn out and face the extreemly mild weather. Breakfast was superb despitte the BBQ Charcoal being damp the boys did well to keep it hot enough! The day went well with lots of birds flushed in front of the guns and for once a fair few were hit! Tea break saw the bag building up; The post tea shoot session went very well, and the final bag was;

3 Cock Pheasants, 4 Hen Pheasants and 6 woodpigeons. A good day after all!

Wednesday, 2 November 2011

for those amongst us

Not convinced about the no aetheist in the foxhole argument!

Shamelessly nicked from a mates facebook page, cheers Dippy!

Concise enough for you?

Thanks to geezer 466 from the Army Rumour Service for this one;
So basically this deal involves a voluntary haircut that nobody volunteered for, the use of some money that won't exist when it's needed to leverage up 4-5 times by borrowing off a country that isn't going to lend, and agreement to be bailed out by a country that um, doesn't agree to be bailed out unless it votes to be

You've got to hand it to Merkozy. It was a stroke of fucking genius, this one.

Need explaining?

Tuesday, 1 November 2011

come on call me dave

if the greeks can do it so can we
Is it that the birthplace of democracy is asking for a referendum on its future that's upsetting the French and Germans or the risk of it ending the huge unelected social economic experiment with our money?

Saturday, 29 October 2011

those craaashzy dutch

As seen on the A259 this morning, for once the use of the descriptive phrase "a complete shed" is not only apt but true!

Monday, 24 October 2011

My work here is done

Here being here someone suitable to hand the torch over who will unfailingly illuminate those for whom Mummy dressing them is still a regular event.
I can rust in piece knowing my work is done.

That said he seems to hunt urban versions but as I wont be at as many events as in previous years it may be a thin trophy wall for the rural set.

Sunday, 23 October 2011

cutting it fine but the frost was late

the tea lady picking sloes, now we have had a frost!

5 pounds ish of sloes picked and stalked, now we have had the frost. Its not the spirit that counts as much as how you use it! I put pound for pound sugar for sloes and pour in any clear spirit, gin, vodka or rum. Agitate daily etc then after a few months decant. Don't chuck away the fruit, pour over some cheap port and leave for a few months. Decant and seive out the stones, mix with catering chocolate into a mold leave to set (you can add nuts) and enjoy!