Grandad February 4th, 2012
It really pisses me off when someone claims they have a right to something simply because of their race, colour, creed or whatever.
A school in Clonmel has a perfectly reasonable entrance qualification – they give preference to the children of past pupils. There is nothing wrong with that. Apparently they turn down around forty applications a year, which is tough on the applicants, but that’s life.
Then along come the Knackers.
They are turned down along with the other thirty nine, and immediately start hollering about discrimination.
Even worse, some fucking smart arse encourages them to bring a court case against the school, which they did, and lost. They then appeal to the High Court. And lost. Now someone has to pay for those court cases, and it’s unlikely we’ll see the Knackers volunteering, so it’s just a further waste of my taxes.
If minorities want equal treatment, then that is fine by me. I will respect any minority provided they behave like any other sector of society.
But the Knackers seem to think they are more equal than others.
They can go fuck themselves.
Grandad February 3rd, 2012
Most days I flick through the papers.
Sometimes I come across an article which, quite frankly conjures up mental images which do not sit well with a full stomach or a good night’s sleep.
Articles such as this.
Fancy a good time, Handsome?
Grandad October 22nd, 2011
I woke up this morning.
This was a big surprise as I didn’t expect to. I knew the world was going to end yesterday so I was fully resigned to the idea that today I would be in Heaven, Hell, Milton Keynes or somewhere else where the dead go.
So when Sandy woke me this morning with a particularly liquid face-wash my first thought was that I must be in Hell. But maybe that was just the aftereffects of Sandy’s breath.
There is only one conclusion I can come to – that I am dead, and the Afterlife is exactly the same as the previous one. But if this is Heaven, how come Herself hasn’t been replaced by Sharon? Or if it’s Hell then why is Herself moaning about the chill? None of it adds up. It’s certainly not Milton Keynes as the view out the window is just the same.
Is there anyone out there who can tell me where I am?
Grandad October 2nd, 2011
Is it any wonder this country pisses me off?
While we have had days of constant rain and flooding, our neighbours and the rest of Europe are basking in a heatwave and record temperatures.
Grandad September 16th, 2011
So TT wants to know where the photies is?
I will be quite honest and say that there aren’t any. Well, not that you lot would be interested in anyway.
I knew when we decided on this area that the camera wasn’t going to get that much use, as this little back-yard of France isn’t exactly noted for its scenery. The Dordogne is a different matter entirely as it is full of incredible Medieval villages and towns, river views and weird and exotic wildlife. This area isn’t really renowned for anything in particular and therefore the camera hasn’t been out quite so often.
We chose this area for two reasons. We wanted to be far enough south to get a bit of warm weather and far enough north not to have to drive too far down. On both counts, it’s a winner.
The land around here is very flat. You can drive for miles without meeting even a slight incline. The villages and towns are just typical French villages and towns. There is little remarkable about them that is worth photographing. Their value lies in the taste of the coffee and the warm [warm? Fucking HOT] sunshine.
So I could include a photie or two of our pet lizard but he is hard fo photie, being only about half an inch long and very fucking fast. But I don’t think that would impress you? Or could include a photie of the birds nest that swallows have built inside our living room? I haven’t a fucking clue how they built it, but it’s there.
Ah fuckit…..
TT. Just for you….
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