Fairport revisited

If I replay the same old songs, it’s because they can’t be surpassed IMHO. This first song is English, not British, not UK, it’s English … at least the olde England I once knew.

Was there ever a winter so cold and so sad
The river too weary to flood
The storming wind cut through to my skin
But she cut through to my blood

The acceleration of uni-think, low-taste brutalism

Antony Gormless produced this monstrosity in the 90s:

It sits atop a hill near Gateshead in the north-east, not unlike the heinous wind turbines blotting the horizon up and down the land and cannot be unseen.

Much favoured by the left in Labour or LibDem form, the new style is held to be just the last word in chic, super-expensive for tax or rates payers, naturally.


7.  Bit unfair, innit?

I mean – talk about prejudiced little varmint.

6.  Oh yes indeedy


Boys with toys?  You’d betta believe it!

5.  To put it ultra-mildly

Ex-Chancellor Sajid Javid blasts Dominic Cummings’ reign of terror over advisers in scathing resignation speech – condemning changes the powerful aide is making as ‘not in the national interest’

… eff off, no one is remotely interested in you or your kind.

4.  Employment

The Jewish question again

Not at all comfortable doing this post because there are too many anomalies, too many don’t-knows.

Since I started blogging, particularly on the old version of the blog, there’ve been so many anti-Islamic posts and that ties in with a generally anti-Canaan/Babylon mindset which stems from the Christian side of me, yet my own father, a Yorkshireman who had nothing pro-Jewish in him, along with my mother who was Irish, were given to saying don’t give your money to the Jews, never go on the never-never.

I always found that strange as he praised what he saw in the new Israel which, chronologically, he could not have seen as Israel, as he was there during the war. It was never anything interesting enough to discuss, I never asked him about the Stern Gang, Balfour etc.

It was only when I started doing my own research post 70s that I saw so many ‘Jewish’ names amongst the baddies – from Alinsky to Trotsky to Rothschild to all the others and thought that that didn’t sit right with my father’s observations of how the land was being developed.

The Alinskies were appalling people.

Dotcom bubbles, plural

First consider this bubble which one would have thought was a salutary lesson:


What I take away from that is that there were many impractical people who could talk the talk like a Carly Fiorina or Elizabeth Holmes and they were in vogue at that time, so people who maybe should not have invested … did.

We’ve all seen bubbles. One mini-bubble I was able to observe close up was in Western Australia in the Christmas to New Year period 1986 to 1987, in Fremantle:


The record shows the races were later than our visit, so we must have watched the challenger series. Fremantle, a very rough working class town with much violence, had been tarted up and the police presence was phenomenal, keeping the locals away from the action, especially in parks and gardens. I think this was the first time in my life I’d really seen a state-supported unreality at first hand.