Politics

Now I am back to my usual cheery self and the horrors of my little sojourn to France have diminished and are a distant and dull memory (I wish the aches were but I have been told to expect them to be around for a while yet) i can return to my usual tirade of berating the british public for being stupid.

Perhaps stupid is too harsh a word but I am getting fed up with everyone blaming everything on the Government and Gordon Brown. Sure they aren't doing the best job in the world, but name me one government that has?

Everything is now a "Stealth Tax" (and what actually is a 'stealth tax', is it another tabloid construct and if it was stealthy then surely we wouldn't know about it) and the problems of the individual are blamed on the facts that we don't lock up pedophiles, don't kill serial killers, pay too much TV license, a new drug craze is abound, we are taxed too much, mrs miggins pies are flatulent, cheryl celeb is unhappy as her hubby is doing the rounds with another bint, and it goes on and on and on and gives me a headache.

Lest it be known that everyone is an expert now, everyone knows everything and everyone has an opinion on everything.

And opinions are just that, opinions.

No one can think anymore beyond the knee jerk reaction-ism caused by the tabloids (and now the broadsheets) Everyone is completely desensitised to the suffering of the extreme poor, the needy, those that live on a dollar a day and those that dont have access to water or those that are living in war zones.

As long as they dont have to pay another tax (and why should everything be free??)they can celebrate the cult of celebrity and the church of consumerism then everything will be alright.

Wake up and smell the concrete.
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Car crashes and all politicians are mad

Well. I have to say its been a frightfully long time since I have written. Its a long story, but the abridged version goes something like this.

Baxter and I have been in the south of France, a mixture of Golf and skiing with the usual distractions en route (mostly filleys and French wine). After one frightful day both because of the weather and a damned irritable spell brought on by the filleys and french wine we managed to snowplough our car into a tree.

Needless to say this wasn't very good for my constitution and neither was the week or so I spent in that abomination of a French hospital. Nothing serious, a mild concussion, cuts, bruising that sort of thing.

The car is a write off and Baxter and myself are now in wranglings with the car hire company as to what constitutes an Insurance Excess, 2,000 Euro's apparently, as clause 123.56.9 sub paragraph 3.

I was laid up in hospital being attended to by the most brash and it has to be said down right ugly french nurse (with bad breath to boot) i have ever had the misforune of casting my eyes upon.

Obviously I have private health care and this was the best they had to offer. I did indeed ask to be airlifted home but my requests were rebuffed.

Baxter was kept in over night. I was kept in for four. The food was abominable and the smells wretched. If Baxter hadnt arranged for a couple of fillies to visit me on my last two eves I would have escaped.

I have not felt this helpless since my foray into (and subsequent capture in) Syria many years ago, which is another (and yet unprintable due to HM's OSA) story.
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