Jingle Bombs

Well...there we have it...another year over...another Chrissie gone...pretty peaceful and enjoyable time too - unless you happened to be in a church in Nigeria and on the receiving end of the Islamists....

Never mind...we're safe...it could never happen over here could it?

Had a cracker myself - hope you did too.

House all decked out with a wonky tree.....either the tree was leaning or I was...probably me...

Radio and TV is full of advertisements for giving your hard earned to some kids in Africa or wherever so they don't shuffle off cause their Dictator or dodgy government won't pay up to save them....sorry kids...if your own kind won't help you're screwed...buggered if I will...Bah Humbug eh?

Only Christmas spirit worth it is vodka...;-)

Courtesy of the Senior and Junior Management my Doctor Who Box Sets is now complete with both Matt Smith's series so I feel a 'Doctor Who Day' coming on....Rise at 10...slob in the arm chair watching every episode from Christopher Ecclestone's supurb one series outing through David Tennants extraordinary time and, I've finally got Tennant out of my system and started appreciating matt Smith's efforts.

A day of Doctor Who supplemented with bacon sandwiches and vodka......can't wait!!!

Jax aka The Junior Management was home for most of Chrissie - went out with 'the girls' one night but spent the rest either here or in Essex with Max. It was soooooo good to have her home!!!

Caz aka The Senior Management continued to decline making a personal appearance on DILLIGAF II - wise lady that she is.....I did, however, manage to coax her down The 5 Bells in Harmondsworth for New Years Eve and she admitted she bloody well enjoyed herself!!!

Jax headed off in the general direction of Trafalgar Square for New Years Eve - hope she wore a coat...it wasn't THAT bloody warm!!!...;-)

New Years Resolutions?

Carry on carrying on mainly. Say what I mean and mean what I say.

I think I may have startled a few SFRadio peeps during my January 2nd 2011 Review Show when they saw my BNP link on this blog. Tried to explain I'm not actually a racist I'm just a worried Englishman.....I suspect some are too left wing liberal to comprehend the danger this country is really in. Maybe not today or tomorrow but soon enough.

Never mind. I've often found that I can accept views I disagree with far more readily than left wing liberals can.

Odd really. You'd think left wing liberals would have an open mind. It appears not. You are understandably worried about the colonisation of your country by alien cultures therefore you're clearly a fascist nazi racist colour prejudiced islamophobe...not necessarily in that order..;-)

Strikes me most of them haven't got a mind capable of considering alternative viewpoints. Left wing liberals almost invariably seem to suffer from what I call 'Ostrich Syndrome'.......

Well...Tally-Ho!!! Bring on 2012 and be careful out there won't you!!!

4D x

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Jax In Madagascar

I nearly forgot!...I said I'd post a few pics of my baby's adventure in Madagascar....so here's a few...

Taken on the plane showing their location en route.........

Transport to Base Camp 1

On The Way to Base Camp 2

Watch out for Crocs!!!

Jax specialised in the ornithological side of the operation...

But a snake or two never hurt anyone eh?

Kermit in Madagascar

Jax never did find me a singing, dancing Lemur...

Wonder what Ascot would make of this hatwear?

Felt a whole lot better that Max was there to lok after her...

Apparently, the report they have written concerning the balancing of farming against the needs of the natural enviroment is being passed to both the Madagascan Govt and The United Nations. The operation was co-ordinated by some Professor from Oxford University whose name will be on top of the report...just above Jacqui and Max......am I a proud dad?......Course not...;-)

Thanks for bringing her home safe Max.....

There's literally hundreds of incredible pics on Jax's Facebook page....but if you aren't her friend you can't see 'em...so there...;-)

I'll pinch a few more for another post....

Now That Was A Week and it's only Monday!!

Saturday...which I agree is, technically, the previous week, was a blast. Jacqui came home from 6 weeks in Madagascar. A field trip related to her Geography degree.

Several days within the 6 weeks completely cut off from civilisation studying the wlidlife - which sadly, didn't include singing dancing Lemurs despite what the movie suggested. Damn. I wanted one.

She has some incredible pics which will, no doubt, filter down to me at some point and I will proudly display.

For now....the most important pic in my eyes....Jax hugging a weeping Caz as she appeared through 'Arrivals' at Heathrow Airport...Jax expression says it all!..."Oh for Gods sake mother!!!"....;-)

I readily admit....that was the hardest 6 weeks of my life...but also the proudest in a way....Jax worked with an Oxford Professor and her work will appear before The United Nations at some point regarding the natural environment of Madagascar against the needs of farming and such like.

Apparently...her work may even be published at some point...I'll let you know if and when....

My baby's back safe and well. Nuff said.

In the meantime a bus damaged my car during a driving lesson. The bus duly carried on with the driver seemingly oblivious.

"Follow that bus" I cried to my driving student - who was still slightly alarmed at a bus 'brushing' against the car - buses being inordinantly big.

The damage is minor....a bit of paint work...but, as the car is leased I'm buggered if I'm paying for the damage.

We caught up with the bus and I 'took control'. Using my dual controls, I reversed the car in front of the bus to prevent it moving away from its next bus stop.

"You clipped my car" I said to the (clearly Asian) driver.

In fairness he was cool about it and even said later "I doubt a driving instructor would do what you did if it wasn't true"

Being in a very large vehicle he didn't feel the 'brush' and I believe him.

As we exchanged details several passengers got off the bus, clearly annoyed at their journey being interrupted.

Oddly?....All the white passengers remained on board. All those who alighted were clearly Asian/black and without a doubt, muslim.- as was, equally clearly after learning his surname, the driver.

The muslim passengers became very aggressive very quickly.

"You are holding us up!"....."Leave our dirver alone!"....."You are a thief!!"

I have no idea what the last statement meant.

The driver, to his credit, attempted to usher them back on the bus.

Dinners, as you may not be surprised to learn, said "Piss off and mind you're own business...I'm sorting it out with the driver"....ever the diplomat eh?...;-)

One muslim passenger leaned into my face. "You are lying!!!"

My head went back as the 'red mist' descended.

It was similar to a 'Pimms O'Clock moment' really - as per TV adverts in Blighty....

"Picnic blankets? Mums and dads? It's Pimms O' Clock!"

"Wedding party? Embarrassing dancing? It must be Pimms O' Clock!"

"MY FOREHEAD? YOUR NOSE?......etc etc...

The driver - very much to his credit - suddenly appeared between us with his back to me and ushered the dickhead away.

As headbutting the driver in his back would have been grossly unfair I allowed the 'red mist' to dissipate.

So.

1) My car is damaged - albeit only slightly -
2) I was prevented from nutting a mouthy muzzie - probably for the best -
3) Caz burst into tears when Jax emerged from Customs at Heathrow - no surprise there then -
4) I didn't burst into tears when Jax emergef from Customs at Heathrow - I'm a man I am (I so so nearly did)...;-)
5) I am finally drinking a bottle of voddy as tomorrow is a day off for Caz's birthday and I've got the day off.

We're all off to Winchester for the day...I have no idea why...some'at to do with seeing the Cathedral I think but I'm halfway down my litre of voddy and can't remember....

Still.

A day with Caz 'n Jax. Just us. (Max would be welcome too incidentally...the only boyfriend I've never growled at and he did take care of her in Madagascar after all).

Life is good.

Stay out of my way First Bus.....I'm looking to stitch you up....and trust me...I will.

Later's and let's all be well careful out there eh?