It’s like, I use to publish quite a lot of fun but, I’m actually struggling to find some genuine fun to post other than I do not like farting on the way to answering my door, especially a food delivery.
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Just realising, the result reminds me of the general election 2017, the Conservatives won but lost, Labour lost but won. Fury won, Wilder lost but it was a draw.
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Always too much but hey, a few shorts done from this week or so…
I will add to this and aim on doing it once a week. It’s just a bit of commonsense politics from me.
It’s shit. Years ago it was MySpace that went shit so most of ‘us’ jumped to Facebook, Well, I’m trying to get fully off. More often than not if I you share a post and’or an opinion then folks have a dig at you for not being on their side, these are usually on the left. The fascist far left have sort of cracked me, anything to the right of them then you’re a twat.
These type of persons are simply the happy clapping tree hugging posh hippies that are generally out of touch with reality because they live in a protective bubble. Then the similar lot that continue to post how brilliant their life is, that, for many folk’s like me simply make us feel inferior – give it a rest.
So I’m posting more on twitter, though it seems that platform is very similar but less folks slander you – lets see.
More though, social media platforms seem to be operated by said left-wing folks. It needs something new and impartial but I fear all those far left wing tech giants will make it very difficult, as do the media giant, oh, that’s another issue altogether.
FFS.
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So much mentioned, so, here I go. Knock me up if I can’t!
Erm, tin of cherry tomatoes and the day, of the day old tub? It’s like, I thought about spewing something to each photo – that might still happen! The photos can obviously be followed like a silent movie… I will post ‘eating’ later – if I live.
No insult intent (allowed) – dammed PC lots!
Ah, more below those that are below now – stages.
Stages…
Pretty similar but the fork is going in, to eat, a little.
Thinking about bed, the food is cooling but, think I will sleep for a few days? Erm, food is served…
More later.
More than ever a trend is arising, of folks whom, if you do not agree with them then, you are erm, a far right discriminatory type. Usually these folks are those on the fascist Lib-Left as anything right of them does not fit their agenda. It’s getting so annoying.
Why are those folks getting so upset at opinions? Anyway, some of the things that do my head in, in no particular order…
I have more, it’s just so frustrating as the working classes know.
I’ve booked in at the doctors. In the mid 1970’s I had an accident at my dads mill, (young and curious) my right hand got stuck in a machine and it started pulling me in, he managed to stop it but a couple of fingers were almost flat. No ambulance, some plaster’s, throwing up, in shock, a mess and worse, told not to say anything, well I just have. I had a life flash at the age of about 10. I’ve started getting dreadful nightmares, maybe it’s also because the fingers are now getting very painful, the sarcoid will love it. Phew.
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Well, Today I have asked Home Group if they have one bedroom properties available – anywhere. I’ve started to think it is time to move, mine is two bed-roomed, not needed and the bedroom tax. The past few week, I don’t know but I do know alot is my fault, time for probably, my last move.
That’s it.
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So, after a few weeks of trying to explain my views on politics. Finally this sketch is actually the simplest way to view my political stance!
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I’ve recently been trying to remember my teachers names but, I’m not sure on a few? Here I try!
Woodend Little School.
1969 – 1970 Mrs Capstick
1970 – 1971 Mrs Graham?
Windhill Church School.
1971 – 1972 Mrs Allan
Windhill C of E First School.
1972 – 1973 Mr Riley. Extra lessons Mrs Allan.
Wycliffe Middle School.
1973 – 1974 Mrs Bennett?
1974 – 1975 Mrs Whitaker (ever so sorry I was difficult), extra lessons Mr Lindley.
1975 – 1976 Mr Froud, extra lessons Mr Lindley.
1976 – 1977 Mrs ?
Nab Wood Grammar School.
1977 – 1980 Mr Davidson.
I hardly attended the last year or so. Left aged 15. I didn’t enjoy school at all, lots went on, you can read the bullying here.
, read the Blues in Britain magazine review or listen to my BCB Radio interview.