Grandad June 15th, 2011
Oh dear!
We have a problem.
Apparently our climate could be heading for another mini ice-age. [Thanks Ranty]
This is very bad news for the Global Warmists as it can be verified by any amateur astronomer. Tweaking the figures isn’t going to disprove this one.
So now what? Having convinced the sheeple that everyone is murdering the planet by breathing, farting and burning incandescent lighbulbs, are they going to have to admit they got it hopelessly wrong?
What are they going to do with all those fucking useless windmills?
How are they going to justify all those carbon taxes that we are forced to pay?
How are they going to cope with all the lights going out, now that they are shutting down all those nasty CO2 producing power stations?
How are they going to admit that their Global Warming theories are not unquestionable after all?
Oh dear oh dear oh dear.
Huston, we have a problem!
This is going to be very fucking interesting………
Grandad June 14th, 2011
I see some Irish have not lost their sense of humour.
They want to build a casino in Two Mile Borris in the middle of Ireland. They have actually gotten planning permission for it.
The idea is to build a two acre casino, a racetrack and a 500 bed hotel. They reckon it is going to be a world leader in casinos. They point to Las Vagas and argue that that started with a single one armed bandit machine. They reckon that Two Mile Borris is to be the new Monte Carlo.
This little idea is going to cost in the region of half a billion.
There are a couple of things though that they seem to have overlooked.
Ireland has too many hotels. During the boom years they built hotels like they were going out of fashion. Every back road in the fucking country seems to have its own hotel, and most of them are having a mighty struggle to survive. And they want to build another?
They want to build a racetrack, when we probably have more race-tracks per head of population than any other country in the world.
You won’t believe this, but they also want to build an exact full size replica of the White House.
Two Mile Borris?
There is another small snag that they may have overlooked.
Casinos are illegal in Ireland.
Fucking idiots.
You have to laugh.
Else you’d cry.
Grandad June 13th, 2011
I’m having a wee spot of bother with the old motor.
Last winter, I occasionally had to charge the battery. There was nothing strange in that as quite often I wouldn’t drive far enough to recharge it after a cold start.
Winter passed into spring and I was still having to give it a bit if a boost with the old charger. It became a fortnightly chore. As the weeks passed fortnightly became weekly and lately became daily.
I don’t mind having to charge it, except that I occasionally forget it’s on charge and leave it out there with the engine open to the elements. After a few rainy nights, I now have a nice clean engine.
The time has come for a new battery.
One thing that struck me about all this faffing about with batteries – what the hell happened to the good old starting handle? In the Good Old Days, if the battery was dead, you simply rammed in the starting handle, gave it a couple of cranks and away you’d go. Also there used to be a wee ammeter on the dashboard that warned you if the battery was charging or discharging. And if they say that there is no need for these gizmos these days as batteries are so reliable, then I would like to point them in the direction of my car.
Of course the Brain Dead and the Alarmists are constantly shouting these days about electric cars. They are “the way of the future”.
Hah!
I’ll tell you one thing.
If the car of the future runs on batteries like mine, then we are all fucked.
Grandad June 12th, 2011
Yesterday, for some unknown reason I started thinking about the Scouts.
I used to be a member of the Scouts – The Wolfhound Patrol of the 45th.
I see they are still around but they now call it the Wolf Patrol. Lazy buggers.
What I find very very strange is that I don’t remember much about that little period of my life. In fact I can hardly remember anything. Very strange.
I remember we used to meet in an old mill, but I don’t remember what the inside of the place looked like. I know we used to go on camping trips to Larch Hill in the Dublin Mountains, but the only thing I remember about those trips is the beautiful smell of wood smoke from the camp fires.
I know we once went to the Isle of Man but I remember very little about that too. Yet strangely, I remember the exact address of the place we camped in – Barony Farm, Maughold, Isle of Man. Why I should remember that, I don’t know as I don’t think I wrote to myself when I was there.
I do remember one day we took the train into Douglas. I spent all my money on various fripperies and hadn’t enough left for the return train fare. Being a resourceful chap, I decided to walk back to the camp. It was only twenty miles and I hadn’t a clue as to directions but they were minor details. I had only been walking a short while when I was offered a lift by a family in a van full of old tyres. They brought me right to the camp which was nice. The rest of the troupe didn’t turn up for hours. Apparently they had been scouring Douglas looking for me. Heh!
I know it’s a bit of a cliché, but I do remember all the knots – the Sheepshank, Bowline, Reef and all that shit. They have come in very handy in life. I also remember learning how to build and light [with one match] a fire in the middle of a river. I haven’t had much call for that though. I’m fairly sure it was the Scouts who taught me to fillet and cook a tourist over an open fire. But that may have been a fish. I’m not sure.
So here’s to the scouts I don’t remember.
Dib dib.
Grandad June 11th, 2011
Our ex-Minister of Finance died yesterday.
He is the man responsible for the one decision that plunged this country into bankruptcy when he guaranteed the Irish banks to the tune of €400 billion in 2008.
They say you shouldn’t speak ill of the dead, so I won’t.
Brian Lenihan [1959-2011]
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