Television dreams of tomorrow

What a disgrace this man is. Judging the world by his own standards. Fuck you!

This, along with the McCain chips advert has me questioning humanity again.  If, in the 21st  century, you actually believe that two people of the same sex shouldn’t be allowed to love each other, then you really need to have a long hard look at yourself in mirror and re-evaluate you life.

A crowd of people stood and stared

Radio two is fifty today, and to commemorate this the BBC went out on to the streets to make some young people look stupid. They asked them to tune a radio, and all but one couldn’t do it. Not surprising really, no one uses them any more. It’s ok though, it’s not like they were asking them to go and get a long stand or a bucket of steam… that’s bullying. The real comedy value is when you think these young people will be running our country when we’re on our last legs. Yeah, not that funny is it? Anyway, all this nonsense brought back a memory of lying in bed trying to tune in radio Luxembourg for Beatles hour, then listening to it gently fade in and out whilst listening to songs I already had on vinyl. It somehow seemed illicit, and someone else’s play list is always more interesting.

Sergio Aguero had an accident in a taxi after watching a concert. He broke a rib and will be out for a few weeks. This prompted Richard Keys (hairy ex Sky presenter) to comment that if it had been Wayne Rooney the reaction would have been different. So, a man who fucked his daughter’s friend, while his wife had cancer, takes the moral high ground.

Finally, who the fuck is Henry Bolton? Do we finally have a Ukip leader who knows where he lives? Will he last long enough for us to get to know what flavour of racist he is? Is he actually Nigel Farage in disguise? All these questions and more will be answered… maybe.

Come with me, and you’ll see…

Brexit. Pissed off with it, right? Well it’s not going away, and every day we move further away from what the tories promised. I actually have no fucking sympathy for anyone who believed Johnson, Gove, the daily fail, or any of the little Englanders that lined up behind Nigel fucking Farage.

Let’s start with Daniel Hannan, MEP, who actually said, on Chanel 4 news, that curries would be better after Brexit. Oh well, fuck it then, I’ll take years of poverty and struggle if the curries are going to be better…. Oh wait, I won’t have any money to buy one…

May has said there should have been more debate during the election… maybe there would have been a bit more if she’d fucking turned up and had a go. She also said the tories weren’t ready for a snap election…. Remind me again who called it?

Two days in and I need a category called “you couldn’t make this shit up”.

I’m still checking the veracity of the Trump champions league tweet.

Everyone’s a Captain Kirk

Working from home has been a revelation, but it does take some adjustments. I still treat it like a work day, up at 7, I even have a wash before my coffee. I have to admit at this point that I don’t dress for the office. Even when I was “at work” I didn’t wear a tie, but I have taken to wearing… let’s call it executive lounge wear… any resemblance to pyjamas is strictly coincidental, I don’t like wearing anything in bed…

After 34 years of marriage there are no mysteries, I’ve seen things that would make your fucking eyes bleed. I’m sure my long suffering other half (from now on MLSOH) has similar scars.

Two of the main problems with working from home are intrinsically linked. I sit on my arse for vast amounts of the day, in a very comfy office chair that’s located about twelve feet from the kettle, biscuits, fridge, and even worse, about four feet from the drinks cabinet. Fat is not just a feminist issue, and if it wasn’t for the fact that MLSOH drags me, kicking and screaming, to the gym four days a week, I would probably be on Jeremy Kyle, fork lift truck parked outside the house, super sized ambulance on standby. Off to eat lettuce for every meal and get shouted at by a borderline psychopath in a white coat.

A slightly different issue with my home bound employment is the lack of crack. I know banter is a dirty word these days, and probably for good reason. But, a good crack at work with good mates is essential for your mental health, it keeps you sharp and prevents l’esprit d’escallier. It can change opinions, educate, and can promote creativity, which drives all kinds of improvements. I do have Huxley, my little mate, but he’s a Guinea pig and they do have limited crack. He goes fucking mental if I open the fridge, which in turn notifies MLSOH that I am eating something. Fucking grass. He is very positive though, never criticises my ideas, and never has a bad word for anyone.

On the plus side, I’m not forced to listen to Steve Wright in the fucking afternoon. I can play my music all day, without the inane ramblings of a DJ who does the same crap he did in ’84, when I first passed my driving test, and Nena sang about luftballons.

As Morrisey once wrote, “hang the dj”

Right! Back to it, I have an email to send and it’s almost lunch.

Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer..

So, Jez smashed a ninety minute speech, got a standing ovation at both ends, and managed to have a dig at the Daily Fail. Job done? Well, there was something that didn’t ring quite true, as much as I love the guy, I did detect a hint of spin when he said the centre had moved left, like some political version of the pole moving… it sounded like uncharacteristic hubris. Politics has definitely shifted, but as a result of another shift to the right. The current Tory government are about as right as you can get without wearing jack boots and constructing concentration camps. German right wingers have 98 seats in the Bundestag after this week’s election. Farage, Le Pen, and Wilders are all attempting to break up Europe and take us back to the good old days of war and famine. The centre has had to move to the left to counteract this facist swing. At the heart of this is Brexit, Tory lies and a divided, dithering Labour Party, who, along with the tories, didn’t think for one minute the good old British public would vote to leave.

Also, there was no where near enough gusto in the rendition of the red flag.

Sweet Loretta Martin…

Right, why am I back doing this after a ten year break? Social media was, and still is I suppose, great. It is, but it’s changed. I still enjoy twitter, but it’s so instant.. I could sit on it all day and still not keep up, it’s fucking tiring, and posts have to be right now, or you’ve missed the moment. Facebook has turned into an arena of veiled cyber bullying, re-hashed twitter content for those that missed their moment, or just plain old vacuous shite… oh, and then there’s the needy “I’ve had a shit day” posts that beg for ((((hugs)))). I’m sure people read my insanely long political rants with the same simmering hatred, mumbling under their breath “why don’t you just get a fucking blog?”

I have, it’s new and it’s here. Bluetealeaf is still there to be read, the comments are long gone with the demise of yaccs, but all the old bollocks is still in black and white, a simpler time, when we thought GWB was about the worst it could get… I still have things to say, ideas to evolve, lots of piss to boil, and there are plenty of people still need telling to fuck off.

I’m sticking with “lyrics as post titles” theme, it gives another angle, something to think about. No fancy shit this time, it’s about the writing and the discussion.

Anyway, Trump and Brexit alone should keep this going ‘till 2020.

The most inept that ever slept

I’m not sure why just yet, but the comment box isn’t showing. However, you can comment by tapping the post title, that opens another version with a comment box at the bottom. You may need to log in the first time you write something, it’ll be worth it though. So much of our lives are centred around instant gratification, but some things are worth a little effort.

As you were.

Fishing for a good time…

Starts with throwing in your line.

I’m not sure why but I’ve got really fed up with facebook, we all use it for different reasons, and mine doesn’t fit with the way the app is evolving.

I used to blog years ago, they’re all still on the web if you know what to search for.

So, let’s see where this goes, at least only those who want to read will come here.

Here’s to a new coat of paint