Tuesday, 30 November 2010

Snow reason to panic!!!!

A few flakes of crystallised precipitation and the entire country runs around screaming "Don't panic!!!" like Jonesy in Dad's Army.

Today, after several days of really cold weather resulting in a dawn chorus of cars attempting to start with cold blighted batteries and the sound of windscreens being scraped, the snow finally arrived at Casa Khan (as Mrs Khan in a fit of madness prior to embarking on a three year holiday to "find herself" has named it).

I woke up due to the persistence of the dog attempting successfully, whilst I was in the coma I lovingly call "sleep", to take over the mandatory 75% of bedspace, to declare ownership of the occupied territory. Before marshalling my remaining neurons to attempt a counter-attack I stumbled to the bathroom to relieve the pressures built up during said coma, and en passante glanced out the window and saw it was snowing.

"Excellent", I thought, "Reason for a lie in!".

My nutty neighbours clearly had different ideas.

As you would imagine, Casa Khan sits on a hill with a magnificent view of all I survey and with good sightlines for the various implements of war for smiting the ungodly peasantry en route to change rulers.  However the road outside is effectively a "T" Junction with one (Left) branch leading past six other yurts and to a wood.  The other (right) branch leads to hundreds of yurts which are all, more or less, at the same level as Casa K.
The stem of the "T" is the hill and steep enough to make it somewhat difficult for a good driver to ascend (Or in some cases descend) and for most of my neighbours (With licences clearly either drawn in crayon or founded on Driving Tests taken for them by a single educated relative) to find impossible.

Our local council in a mad fit of responsibility that I understand they called "Use it or lose it!" have actually topped up all our grit and salt bins this year so the bend should be safe and sound for even the simplest cretins in their Chelsea tractors to get round.

However, our local council clearly did not take account of my neighbours, henceforth termed "The Feckn Numpties"

The Feckn Numpties from the left branch seemed to have some form of hive mind as they all appeared around 7am this morning, with 1" of snow already lain and in the middle of a blizzard that is continual and has been for four hours plus and started clearing their branch of the road, not down to the bend, or the bend, or the crown of the hill, but just their branch.

They were determined and came equipped. Shovels, buckets, Arctic gear, ski helmets and goggles, you name it, the feckn numpties had it, and they attacked the powdered snow that had fallen in the early hours with gusto.

Within two hours the feckn numpties had emptied the grit bins for the entire estate and had cleared the whole road section in front of their six yurts plus the pavements and their drives, it was pristine and wet and you would never believe any snow hand fallen there at all.

However God had not been apprised of their agenda and so the snow continued to fall in ever larger flakes and as I write continues in similar vein.

Thus we have a relatively treacherous hill and main part of the Estate under around 3" and rising of both powdery and heavy snow, a continuous blizzard outside, all the cars snowed in no feckn Grit or Salt left in any bins within two miles and one short section of road with six houses in a cul-de-sac which was once cleared but is now under one inch of snow and rising!

Feckn Numpties!

Ghenghis 2010

Friday, 26 November 2010

Zimbabwe and why we should care

Everyone seems to have forgotten about the human disaster in Zimbabwe, maybe because they do not have any oil??

The BBC have reported the following:

Zimbabwe's Prime Minister Morgan Tsvangirai has begun legal action against President Robert Mugabe over the appointment of regional governors.
Mr Tsvangirai says he should have been consulted over the appointments under the power-sharing deal which saw him become prime minister.
Mr Mugabe's allies have dismissed the claims.
The case is the latest sign of worsening relations between the long-time rivals.
South Africa's President Jacob Zuma, the mediator of the power-sharing deal, is due in Harare later to try to iron out the pair's differences.
"In my humble view, submission and plea, all of this is plain, clear and simple. Wherever the Constitution obliges the President to act in consultation with me as Prime Minister, he must first secure my agreement," Mr Tsvangirai said in court papers, reports the AFP news agency.
The BBC's Brian Hungwe in Harare says both leaders have been increasingly critical and outspoken about the failures of the power-sharing agreement - with both calling for an early election.
Last month Mr Mugabe said that the coalition deal should not be renewed when it expires in February.
They agreed to form a unity government after the country's economy collapsed following disputed elections in 2008.
A key part of the deal was to draft a new constitution.
But the process of agreeing a new constitution has been halted following repeated reports of political violence.
On Thursday, Finance Minister Tendai Biti told journalists that Zimbabwe had the finances to cover a poll next year.
"We have put money for elections, of course and for referendums," Mr Biti told journalists after presenting his 2011 budget.
Zimbabwe, before the present Dictator took over after armed insurrection was the breadbasket of Southern Africa.  Its farms, mainly owned and run by white ex NCOs of the British Army, were extremely productive and produced great wealth for the owners and also for the country.  This was what maintained a white minority government in power in black Africa for so long.

However the winds of change were blowing and the USSR was doing what it always did best (In fact what it's current incarnation is still doing well) and that is training and equipping plus encouraging armed insurrection, terrorists and guerilla groups.

One such African group was led by Robert Mugabe who, while at Patrice Lumumba University in Russia, became firm friends with other "freedom fighters" in the ANC and forged links which have to date ensured non interference of any adequate kind from South Africa, who are the best nation to work with the people of Zimbabwe to restore democracy and freedom there.

Unfortunately the white farmers, for all their efficiencies, allowed themselves to believe for too long that they were impervious to change and were unprepared for Mugabe and his "freedom fighters" who, having won the country by force or arms then went on to completely bankrupt it by being similarly arrogant and inflexible.

The latest opposition, led by Morgan Tsvangiri is a total farce as well with no improvements to the average Zimbabwe citizen having been seen since the power sharing agreement was made.  Why anyone with half a brain would have believed it was valid is beyond me.

But, why should we give a shit?  What has it to do with us?

Well, the people of Zimbabwe are starving (Serves them right for keeping supporting Mugabe eh?) and are leaving and going to South Africa.

This is destabilising South Africa

We need a stable South Africa

We also need NOT to keep on pumping money into starving Africa.

IF Zimbabwe comes under decent sensible and prudent leadership it would not take long, 5 to 10 years, before it could once again be pumping out it's excess food into the rest of starving Africa.

Zimbabwe would not need foreign aid to sustain itself but instead would have a healthy bank balance and prosperous citizens.  It could also revive it's defunct Tourist Industry for more foreign currency.

The pressures on South Africa would be lessened and with a boost for its own people and economy.

Starvation in the rest of Southern Africa would be less of a threat.

We would have to pay out less in foreign aid to Southern Africa.

So, if you do not want to support reform in Zimbabwe (Or even UN intervention) for the most pressing humanitarian grounds, do it out of self interest and lessening your tax bill.

South Africa's President jacob Zuma needs to get off his arse and help rather than posturing from the sidelines and playing to his ANC Gallery and the rest of us need to make some noise.

Ghenghis 2010

Wednesday, 24 November 2010


The BBC is carrying the story Somali Pirates Guilty of attacking US Navy Ship which is relating how a group of Pirates attacked a US Navy Ship by mistake and found themselves on the wrong end of overwhelming force and were captured and brought to trial.
Something I do NOT understand at all and that is WHY?
Not like Johnny Depp

Pirates are not some loveable characters as currently portrayed by Johnny Depp who bumble about sounding like Keith Richard and being attracted to and attracting Kiera Knightly.
They are savage nasty evil murdering scum who go out on the ocean hundreds of miles offshore and terrorise oceans in order to steal boats and sell them having killed the owners or to steal boats and ransom them and their occupants back to those who are willing to pay on pain of killing the owners or their employees.
Therefore, and bearing in mind that this happens normally outside the territorial waters of a sovereign nation, why  has whichever Navy captures these pirates NOT dispensed summary justice as was done in the olden days?
With Abu Graib and Guantanamo Bay and a Waterboarding President in their Credits Reel, why on earth are the USA playing Mr Nice Guy with these scum?
Walking the plank or hanging people from the yard-arm is probably unacceptable however a Hellfire Missile up the exhaust pipes of their Dhow might make the point in an indelible and Darwinianly acceptable manner, that Piracy should be extinct in the 21st Century.

Ghenghis 2010

UPDATE 22nd February 2011 From the BBC

Hijacked Americans

 'killed by captors' 

off Somalia

Picture of Scott and Jean Adam from SVQuest.comScott and Jean Adam first set sail on the 58-foot craft in 2002

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Four Americans hijacked by Somali pirates off the coast of Oman have been killed by their captors, US defence officials say.
The US military said its forces trailing the vessel had responded to gunfire heard aboard but found all the captives shot when they arrived.
The yacht S/V Quest, hijacked on Friday, was owned and sailed by Scott and Jean Adam of California.
Also killed were two US passengers, Phyllis Mackay and Bob Riggle.
'Shot by captors'
In a statement, US Central Command said that negotiations were under way between the US Navy and the pirates, when the US forces heard gunfire coming from the Quest about 0600GMT.
They boarded the ship, killing two pirates in the process, and discovered the four Americans shot. The US Navy sailors attempted to provide first aid but the hostages died, the military said.
"As they responded to the gunfire, reaching and boarding the Quest, the forces discovered all four hostages had been shot by their captors," Gen James Mattis of US Central Command Commander said in a statement.
"We express our deepest condolences for the innocent lives callously lost aboard the Quest," the statement added.
The US Navy captured 13 pirates, and found the remains of two other pirates already dead about the vessel, the US military said.
The US Navy said it had been closely monitoring the vessel once it learned it had been hijacked, sending four warships to the area.

Monday, 22 November 2010

Call a Cop!

I don't know about you but one thing that really pisses me off is the sight of some cretin with an IQ lower than his shoes size driving a vehicle with a phone clasped to his ear and thus only one hand on the steering wheel, none for the gear-stick, sitting at a junction and looking from one side to the other with the whole arm, elbow bent, head and phone moving from side to side and with most if his vision obscured.

Do these fuckwits give a damn about the danger they are putting the rest of us into?

Do they care that this inattention because of "having" to talk to their mates about which pub to meet in or the 3.30 at Haydock could put the lives of children, pedestrians and other drivers, not to mention motorcyclists or cyclists at risk?

It could be argued "Why should they care?" after all, for years drivers had non-hands free cellphones and the law to be obeyed on NOT "driving without due care and attention" and the Police studiously ignored that law and could not be arsed to follow up complaints about said behaviour, let alone do it first hand and enforce the law of the land.
No, instead the Police, who seem to forget that "Policing by consent" does NOT mean that they have to agree to get off their arses and do the job they are being paid for but instead refers to us, Joe Public, consenting to be policed by a small and unarmed Police Force, lobbied the politicians who just love creating new laws into making a law specifically making the use of a mobile phone illegal whilst moving if you hold it to your ear.
Once they had that law, the second law to cover the same offence, they promptly apparently decided to ignore that law too, despite it being one of the easiest laws ever to enforce.

So, for any Old Bill out there who cannot be arsed to work for a living and who would like some easy nicks to bump up their figures, please Noto Bene:

IF you spot someone on a mobile phone whilst driving and they have it to their ear, just NOTE THE TIME. Stop them asap, arrest them under caution, take down their details including the cellphone number of the phone they were using (Make a test call to get that number yourself) and then let them go. Then obtain the records from the cellular provider which will "prove" the start duration and end times of the call they were making when you observed them.

Job Done!

OK, it isn't as sexy as racing each other across the Manor from opposite ends or playing "Snooker" with car colours but it might make a sizeable dent in the accident statistics and it will get some real numpties off the road or to mend their driving ways.  Worth a try don't you think?

OK, well have another doughnut and think about it.

Ghenghis 2010

Sunday, 21 November 2010

Taking a Dive!

Those of you who know me, and some of you know more about me than others, know that I am heavily into Patchouli as a scent/aroma.

Patchouli (Pogostemon cablin (Blanco) Benth; also patchouly or pachouli) is a species from the genus Pogostemon and a bushy herb of the mint family, with erect stems, reaching two or three feet (about 0.75 metre) in height and bearing small pale pink-white flowers. The plant is native to tropical regions of Asia and is now extensively cultivated in ChinaIndiaThailandIndonesiaMalaysiaMauritiusPhilippinesWest Africa and Vietnam.
The scent of patchouli is heavy and strong, used for centuries in perfumes. The word derives from the Tamil patchai (Tamilபச்சை) (green), ellai (Tamil:இலை) (leaf) [1]. In Assamese it is known as xukloti.
Pogostemon cablin, P. commosumP. hortensisP. heyneasus and P. plectranthoides are all cultivated for their oils and all are known as 'patchouli' oil, butP. cablin is considered superior.

Now this could be because of my ill spent youth when a certain Sgt Darnell of the local plod used to wander around  all the youth pubs in the City and try and "score".  (You never did work out that during the 60's, anyone with a short back and sides trying to score drugs in a youth Pub might just as well have had the letters F.U.Z.Z. tattooed on his forehead, did you Sgt D??) and so any of us who had been sitting too close to the local stoners when they were passing the duchies on the left hand side needed to cover up that lingering aroma.  Hence the blessings of Patchouli.

Anyhow, wandering around a craft fair I espied a glandularly endowed young blonde who was into soap in a big way. No, she wasn't an Eastenders fan, she was selling it, home-made and packed by hers truly and fortunately the table she was selling from was low and her neckline on her dress was lower.

Looking for something that was low enough to allow me to perve her I spotted some Patchouli Soap and so bought a few bars to have a nostalge but also for the view.  The view was extremely inviting and I imagined myself going flubflubdub all afternoon, but I digress.  I mentioned my liking for the smell and she agreed and then pointed out a bath-bomb infused with the same oils and, overwhelmed by yet another lengthy viewing of her wondrous orbs, I succumbed and bought that too.

This morning I ran a nice hot bath and dropped said bath-bomb in and then as it was fizzling away I got in and went to sit down!

Disaster struck and I slipped on the oily bottom of the steel bath and dived headfirst towards the taps.

Fortunately my dive was stopped by my head and cheek connecting first with the tiled wall and then with the taps and my hip, leg and bum caroomed off the side of the bath like the pinball in Tommy before the rest of the body that was untouched at that point hit the water at about Mach 2.

The resultant tidal wave meant the bathroom floor now does not need it's annual clean next week and emptying the bath got easier.

As I felt around my bicycle tyres where my lips used to be I was grateful to discover that most of my teeth were still in place and the bleeding was not making the rest of the water unacceptable to finish my ablutions within.

Post bath I discovered a black eye, left hand side of face extremely swollen and bruises in places I was amazed the bath found!  I also have a large cut above the eye.

In short, I look worse than bloody Audley Harrison after his fight with David Hayes and not only did the bath not lay a glove on me but also no-one paid me £3M for the display!

There aint no justice!

Ghenghis 2010

Friday, 19 November 2010

Madam, your goose is cooked!

Why is it that politicians as a breed do not understand irony and so often take decisions or actions that result in "gift" headlines for the media?

Apparently, a  last-ditch plot to oust Gordon Brown from Downing Street was hatched over roast goose at the country home of Harriet Harman, Labour’s deputy leader,.
The attempted January 6 coup alledgedly led by Patricia Hewitt and Geoff Hoon fizzled out quickly, but the involvement of Labour’s deputy leader shows how serious the threat was to Mr Brown five months before the general election.
Those present for the New Year’s Eve dinner at Ms Harman’s Suffolk weekend retreat, including Ms Hewitt and at least two other senior Labour MPs, are understood to have all agreed that Mr Brown had to go if Labour was to avoid defeat.
In discussions that continued over long walks and late nights, Ms Harman told her guests that — if an opportunity arose — she believed there were at least five members of the Cabinet who would be prepared to tell the Prime Minister “the game is up”.
One of those involved claimed that on their return to London, Ms Harman persuaded the conspirators to delay for 24 hours an e-mail calling for a leadership vote. This meant it was issued at a moment of maximum vulnerability for Mr Brown — when he was doing Prime Minister’s Questions and could not be contacted by aides.
Ms Harman, who has since been accused by one of the plotters of having “bottled it”, yesterday declined to comment on the details, but a spokeswoman , who said she had been a “loyal deputy to Gordon Brown”, also confirmed that Ms Hewitt had spent the new year with her in Suffolk.
“She knew that there was discontent, she had a longstanding friendship with Patricia, but to describe her as the guiding hand of the coup would be wrong.”
Later, the aide denied there was ever an agreement that Mr Brown should go.

This latest example of her perfidy can be added to a whole list of character  flaws that make her unfit for leadership of ANY political party if we want politics to be cleaned up in the UK.  These "flaws of judgement" include:

  • Being the NCCL Legal Officer and signing documents attempting to water down the child pornography laws and proposed legislation at a time when the Paedophile Information Exchange and the Paedophile Action for Liberation were invited affiliates to NCCL (Incidentally when they were invited, Patricia Hewitt was Chair and a certain Jack Dromey, Harman's husband, was a member of its Executive Council).
  • Her total arrogance and disregard of "the common people" evidenced by her refusal to stop and report a traffic accident whilst alledgedly talking on a mobile phone and having a collision with a parked car. "I am Harriet Harman, you know where to find me!" she carolled as she drove off.
  • Her ridiculously misleading usage of statistic on trafficking and support  championing of legislation that makes prostitution (A totally legal activity by the way) a far more dangerous occupation for women than it needs to be.
  • Stabbing her Leader, Gordon Brown, in the back whilst praising him to his face.

The Labour Leadership is now agonising about whether it is better to have Harriet inside the tent pissing out, or outside the tent, pissing in; On her track record the answer is NEITHER, just Piss Off!!

Madame, you are the weakest link, Goodbye!!

Ghenghis 2010

Thursday, 18 November 2010

It could be YOU!!!

Another of those : "If I was in charge of things" blog entries.

If it was up to me I would say "Thanks Camelot, you have taken what was a very high producing Cow and are now producing just a dribble of what it could do." and take it away from them.

Do you remember when the lottery started?  There were seriously life-changing amounts being won and a great many more people took part in the lottery than do now.
Why have people stopped playing the Lottery?

"You are more likely to be struck by lightning than to win the lottery!"

Now that one is clearly absolute bollocks as if every week someone in the UK or in fact several people in the UK, were struck by lightning then all our houses and buildings would have massive lightning conductors as they have in Johannesburg, and people would never go out in a storm, let alone play golf or go near trees.
Also, it would be headline news and questions would be raised in the House.

So why do people play less?

Well, in my opinion it is because Camelot got overtaken by greed and lost the plot.

Instead of ONE large lottery every week, they brought out several different games and ran them twice a week. Having a small flutter without spending out on all of them became very difficult and so some folk just decided to stop altogether.  Also, with so many games to choose from, the top prizes got far smaller and so were less attractive to someone who wanted to bet a quid in the hopes of going LARGE as a multi-millionaire.

So, if I was in charge, I would take it, scrap all other games except the UK Lottery every SATURDAY at 7pm with a rollover every time the jackpot was not won and only that one game.

I would also keep the EUROMILLIONS Lottery every Friday because that prize is seriously worth winning and it is still well supported.

The greater revenue accumulated in total would mean far more money for worthy causes and so everyone's a winner.

So Richard Branson, if you are reading this, next time around bid for it using this paradigm change and you have my vote mate!

Ghenghis 2010

Wednesday, 17 November 2010

Special Offer For the Ladies!!!

Due to the recession, everyone is finding money hard to come by and with Christmas coming up I have decided to make a GENUINE CHRISTMAS SEASON OFFER to all the lovely ladies out there no matter what creed, colour or nationality.

Ladies YES YES YES this offer is open to you 

I am offering a 4 hour dinner date with at least TWO FULL HOURS of "personal time" where I will ensure that you have at least TWO ORGASMS and if you are capable, MULTIPLE ORGASMS & SQUIRTING! All for the knock down price of £100 (Plus Dinner).

My PLEASURE is your PLEASURE and the object of the exercise is to have you left feeling satiated with no regard whatsoever for my state of arousal or otherwise at the end.


In order to ensure that I am fully capable of meeting your DEMANDS and can put in my best efforts I will only take ONE BOOKING PER DAY/NIGHT.  GUARANTEED.

Furthermore, in the unlikely event that you are not left feeling completely satiated at the end of the date, you will get a FULL REFUND, GUARANTEED and all you will have to pay for is the meal and the room.

REMEMBER - No Glove, No Love and Knickers are optional.


Offer ends January 31st 2011

Ghenghis 2010

Sunday, 14 November 2010

A bear called Muhammad and Poppies

This week another solemn event, Remembrance Day, was marred by a small group of so called "Muslims" apparently claiming to be Godly men and burning a Poppy at 11am before marching in protest in London.
They were only prevented from getting a severe beating from people who found this offensive in the extreme by our British Police who they publicly vilify.  This group claims "We do not respect the Poppy, we do not respect the British war dead and we do not respect the police" and yet they were more than happy to be protected from a counter protest from the far right.

Cast you mind back to the cynical and outrageous reactions to the cartoon in Denmark of Mohammed and the disgraceful treatment of a Primary school teacher who allowed her class to name a bear "Muhammad" after one girl's best friend.

A Mosque in Portsmouth has been attacked in apparent reprisal by some mindless English thugs who, if caught will and should be punished to the full extent allowed by law. Escalating these atrocious acts is not acceptable.

BUT it is well past time that the British Imams and Leaders of the British Muslim Community started showing some backbone and condemning those rogue elements of their community that stir up dissent, magnify differences and refuse to allow the Muslims in the UK to integrate properly into UK society.

The UK is well used to immigration and integration and over the centuries we have gained a well earned reputation for being a tolerant and welcoming country and have gained immeasurably from the immigrants that have made this their home and have been absorbed into our culture, thus changing our culture for the better; However, ghettoisation and enclaves has never worked and where that happens, problems occur.

This is being written shortly before 11am on Remembrance Sunday and I sincerely hope that no more similar protests occur and that both communities can get back to getting to know each other as part of the greater whole that is the United Kingdom.

Ghenghis 2010

Saturday, 13 November 2010

Just a quicky!

Recently a new site that "Puts the Munters First" was started with a crowd of misbegotten knuckle-draggers who  apparently had left Punternet to get away from the Mods and Admin as they could not say what they thought about us without being banned.
I joined their site so that these cretins could take their best shot at me and see what they got back in return when I was not hampered by being a Moderator and thus able to say what I really thought.
What happened?
They could not face me and so banned me!!  ROTFLMAO
The owner then posted that anyone saying anything he considered derogatory about him or his site anywhere on the web would be banned.
You could not make that sort of shit up!

However, as I know from their posts what sort of woman would suit them down to the ground, I have trawled the web and now offer them a place that will fulfil their wildest fantasies (Well, except the schoolgirl ones).

Women without an opinion


Ghenghis 2010

Friday, 12 November 2010

She can talk too??????

Time after time on Punting Boards I see the eternal battle coming up between the knuckle dragging Neanderthal misogynists and what they derisively call the "Fluffies" about having a drink or a meal or extra time with an escort without (more) shagging being involved.
"Oim a real man me!" they grunt "I pays em the minimum, fucks em the maximum, then buggers off back to tell all me mates in the pub about how I made her squeal like a pig!!" (Omitting the "Paid for it" part to their civilian mates.).  They also proudly boast that they "Were in and out in twenty minutes" !!

Whenever a seasoned punter tells them that they actually spent time with an escort (Insert your word of choice here) other than rogering her senseless and with no attempt whatsoever to make the experience mutually enjoyable, they heehaw like a beach donkey on a hot day and trot out the old tired line about "I don't pay good money to watch a whore drink tea!" or similar about watching her eat a meal.

Well, Newsflash guys; A lot of us DO have a drink with an escort or a meal and we do not pay her anything for it either.  That's because some of us have personalities and also because we have a good attitude.

We tend to treat the lady we are meeting for sex as a human being and a lady (Despite the fact that we are paying her) and we like to smile and have a laugh with her and actually talk to her. If she offers us a drink we do not see it as a ploy to cut down the "rogering her senseless" time, but as an ice-breker of a "welcome back, how are you?" gesture and respond accordingly.  We do not feel guilty about seeing her in the first place, we do not resent her for capitalising on her pussy to make money when we cannot earn via our dicks and we do not see her as a breathing version of a blow-up doll.  In short, we are adults and behave like grown ups.  We find that most escorts have plenty of interest to say and great personalities.

When I meet an escort socially I make one thing VERY clear from the start and that is that I am not going to take the piss and if we end up in bed then I will pay her her going rate for the "intimate time". I do not, and have never, paid an escort to go to lunch, dinner etc or to just talk to me although I would hire them to go to a social event if I needed a companion as some of my friends who are escorts are people that I would love to have on my arm at places like Henley or Ascot.  I find that as long as you have clearly defined boundaries then everyone can relax and enjoy themselves.

I do not go out of my way to select Escorts who will go for a drink afterwards but I often find that if you get along well and are "sympatico" then you often click enough to do that.

Just yesterday I was having a very nice (Paid) session with a lady and then in exchange for her making me lunch took some photos of her for her website and showed her how to upload them etc. After that she asked me to stick around for a couple of hours so I did a few jobs on her site for her and then she took me out for dinner and then as I was leaving gave me a big bag of fruit and some home made food she had cooked me.  Now this was a "one-off" but it is not totally atypical, however when you try and tell the knuckle draggers that they just do not understand it and so refuse to believe it.

Chatting this over with some of the ladies we came to the conclusion that there is a deeply felt aversion in some , for want of a better term, "men" for paying for sex.  They need sex but have always resented having to make any effort to get it and although paying for it is a lot easier than trying to have a relationship they feel self disgust that they cannot pull as well as almost a hatred of a prostitute for giving them what they need but charging them for it. Therefore to balance the disgust they feel for themselves they show outward contempt for "the whores" and attempt to put them down at every opportunity.

My own philosophy on working girls is that I am extremely happy to exchange wrinkled pictures of the Queen in exchange for time making smiles with attractive and sexy ladies who I would have only been able to gaze at from afar as a civilian.  To me, Punting is the best Hobby ever and I just wish I had discovered it earlier in life.

A thank you to all the ladies I have met in the past and to all those I have yet to meet.

Ghenghis 2010

Thursday, 11 November 2010

We shall remember them

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old,
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

Wednesday, 10 November 2010

You gotta fight!, for the Right!!, to Party!!!

Students rioted in London today, storming the Conservative Party HQ, threw fire-extinguishers and broke windows in a "peaceful march" against the increases in fees for University Students.
Peaceful Protest?
Allegedly the President of the National Union of Students, Aaron Porter, was "appalled" by the violence.

100s of coaches carrying students and lecturers from around the country converged on London for the march and all was going well and peacefully apparently until a group broke away from the main body and moved towards Millbank.  At this point a lot of others followed that group who then had a bonfire and let off flares and banged drums prior to an obviously pre-planned attack on the thin blue line of policemen in front of Tory party HQ. The police were easily overwhelmed and beaten by the superior numbers of masked assailants egged on by students who were capturing everything on their mobile phones, presumably so that they could record Police brutality as an unarmed copper bit a steel toecapped boot of a yob.

But what is all the fuss about?

Well, basically, some years ago when only the brightest 10% of the population went to University and others attended college or took apprenticeships, that is, in the days when we had a manufacturing industrial base to the UK, some bright spark decided that selling off our Nationalised Industries was "a good thing", they also signed up to totally "free trade" which basically ment that any Tom Dick or Abe could trade INTO the UK but kept the trade barriers and tariffs in place that prevented us trading abroad.

Then the Blessed Virgin Margaret decided we could do without a coal, steel and manufacturing base and also sold off all the public utilities to foreigners, again without the quid pro quo of getting the rights of British people and firms to own shares in foreign companies in the countries that were allowed to own ours.  Hence why most of our water, electricity and gas is owned by French and German Companies and most folks don't have a clue that EDF stands for Electricite de France!!!

With our decline in manufacturing and "rationalisation" of all the other industries and "downsizing" came the advent of mass unemployment.

"What can we do??" prayed the politicians and some bright spark said "Why don't we get all the teacher training colleges, Polytechnics, Technical Colleges etc and make them into Universities? Let's also get all Unis to lower their standards and make their courses four years long instead of three, that way we can absorb a heck of a lot of the younger generation as students and that will resolve things for 4 years and when they come out with degrees they will be able to compete in the world labour market!"

And thus it came to pass, and everyone's son and daughter, no matter how thick, knew that their "right" was 4 years dossing in a poly in drag at the very least followed by a guaranteed job because they had a degree.

So now we have young people, with bright shiny degrees who have been unemployed since they left "University" who have rejection letters in the 2-300s and who are unemployable and who have college debts that they will never have to pay off because they will never earn enough to reach the threshold for the payback to start.

Whereas the real thickos who left school at 16 with no A levels and learned a trade like plumbing, plastering, painting or building are making so much money they don't know how to spend it and are in the highest demand for decades.

Student protests are not in any way a new thing, however in the past it was for something real like Banning the Bomb or trying to stop Wars, stuff that although quixotic and daft was also typical of agonized youth.

Today's cynical riots were orchestrated by left wingers and vested interests and were designed to attempt to stop a completely sensible and sane policy of ensuring that only those people who can expect to make good use of their degrees will be tempted to apply for a University and those who just want a four year doss of cheap booze and even cheaper sex will be encouraged to think again.

No-one has a "right" to a University education, it is a privilege and should be treated as such and if earned, cherished and used to the full, not wasted by having a coach trip to London and giving the police a good kicking!

Ghenghis 2010

Google is your friend!!

Or, stop being such a lazy bar steward!
The number of people who ask dumb questions on Twitter or Bulletin Boards who seem incapapble of doing a simple Google search or whatever search engine they have amazes me.
Surely if they have access to a PC and t'Internet then they also have access to a search engine?
If so why not use it BEFORE asking the dumb questions?
In the same way that trade names, such as Aspirin and Hoover have been absorbed into the English Language as generic descriptions, so for example, a lot of people refer to "doing the hoovering" or "hoovering it up"  whilst using a Dyson or an Electrolux, searching the net and "Googling" are now synonymous terms it seems.
Also, it takes less time to type your query into Google than to post a tweet or to post something on a bulletin board so all people are doing is underlining their lack of knowledge and also their inability to use the tools.
Whist on the subject of "The English Language", can we please have more software and hardware manufacturers using the term "English" as a stand-alone and only referring to "American English" when using that particular bastardisation?  It would also be in everyone's best interests if alphabetical lists of countries when registering equipment and software did not start off
Believe it or not, the USA is NOT the centre of the universe, and it just betrays the abject ignorance of Americans to suggest different.
Anyone wanting to know where the centre of the Universe actuall is should google it.
For those too lazy, this is the result:
http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?hl=en&rlz=1T4ACAW_en___GB404&q=london&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&tab=wlGhenghis 20101

Friday, 5 November 2010

Slags with Fags

To get the most out of this rant you need to pronounce the word “slags” thus :Shlaaaags!

Fantasy or......
Now a lot of you know me and know also that I absolutely love women in every size from 6 to 22 and from 18 to 60+ and indeed have when time and the ladies have permitted. However there is one thing that turns me off big time from any lady and that is to see her out in public puffing on a fag!  

....or reality?
Yes, I am an ancient wrinkly well past my “sell-by” date, and have been brought up in a far off land where things are done differently called Thepast, but I just cannot stand it and it makes me immediately lose any anticipatory stirrings in the trouser department but also start thinking the word above, sorry ladies but it happens and it is just me. Or is it?

It is bad enough when they walk down the road smoking because at least they only are doing it to themselves but today was amazingly bad.  I had popped into Waitrose to do some provisioning (Because I am posh!!  LOL) and into the car park chugged this upscale Merc with at least 12 cylinders under the hood and a gorgeous bottle blonde with her equally shaggable  bottle blonde sister alongside riding shotgun. Each had a fag hanging from beautifully botoxed ruby red lipsticked lips and both were wearing woollen black slinky fit dresses that would have had Robert Palmer spinning in his grave with a woody!  Without the fags they would have been perfect, with them they were already on my “Not even with a 10’ barge pole list” however it got worse.
Once they had parked and got out, they went to the boot and got out two baby buggies and got two infant children out of the rear car seats and bunged them into the buggies and sashayed off.
So these otherwise totally bodaciously rumpable MILFs had subjected their infant offspring to passive smoking too!!
Not only were they Shlaaaaags with a capital S in my book, they were also callous uncaring ones too.  Call me old fashioned but how can you call yourself a good Mum and poison your own kids?

Ghenghis 2010