Much is being mentioned about the recent photo of ‘Farage’ in front of a poster. So, very little was mentioned about the poster from that group called ‘OBV’ who posted a poster of a skinhead abusing an old Asian lady. Now, in my simple mind, the most abusive racist poster is most certainly the see-saw one, hands down its dreadful. Why wasn’t this given the huge media shit that the leave campaign get? Oh, erm…
Your choice folks.
Regarding the EU referendum. I have wanted to leave the European Union for a very long time, certainly since I served in the Royal Air Force in the 1980’s, and definitely since 2004. What the leave and remain campaigners say means nothing to me, I was always going to vote out as soon as the opportunity arrived.
All the doom and gloom if ‘we’ remain or leave does my fucking head in. Because I want to leave does not mean I am a racist, bigot, xenophobe etc.
I want the UK to take control of itself.
Stuart Briggs from Yorkshire, England of the United Kingdom.
He found 281 hard work, all the arguing, the shouting, the grabbing pushing & shoving, the lack of respect, being controlled by fear…
43330 saved him, an adolescent second childhood maybe, he was hard work during then, he could have been better, he is very glad it happened.
He even had a third childhood, this time with his sons, most certainly not perfect, he failed, & tried, he could have done much better.
He is a nice person, human.
He loves life, but not his own, though things can change…
As he gets older, more is remembered. ‘By thas putting on timber lass’ and others in the room laughed. This was not the wedge, but a sure sign of how that family were and things to come. They drove her nuts, but he thought it was simply normal. Maybe he should have been brave and cut that family loose as she wanted to, and finally did, but you see, he thought that behavior was normal…
So, I must not harp on! Bradford City to be taken over by a couple of German guys.
Chairmen Mark and Julian have been the Bear Grylls of Bradford City Association Football Club. They kept us alive, we survived, then moved onward to upwards. Two Wembley trips and promotion, jeez! Huge thanks, but still the few doom and gloom idiots look at it as gloom and doom…
As for the new owners, please make sure you understand the passion we have for our club
In no particular order, I would like Valley Parade to be bought and owned by the club. Phil and staff have been brilliant on next to no investment, so, they need a chance if investment comes. For sure I do not want a Geoff Richmond philosophy of spend, get us to the premiership, and after two seasons at the tier top, drop, drop, drop and not forgetting the two busted times! Gibb, erm, he had making some ‘cash’ out of City on his agenda – twat.
Welcome Mr Edin Rahic and Mr Stefan Rupp to Bradford City – love us.
In erm, 1978 or 79? I remember walking home with Nigel T. We had been to the then Windhill Cricket clubs resident erm bar-staff? It was the Edmundson’s, their home which was supplied by the club. We’d had a great laugh. Long story cut to the main bit. As me and Nigel (Nigel and I in ‘proper’ terms!}. as me and Nigel got to 281, my mother was standing at the top of the steps.
OK she was probably worried as it was about 11:30pm. She almost pushed me down the steps, that I didn’t like, got to the kitchen, started taking my shoes off, then I hear this mad shouting – dad I thought, ffs. It goes somewhat blank, but I remember at the door, the wall, and seeing my sister with her then boyfriend – now husband, they had gone to the steps to see what was going on – I remember looking at them.
Sat on my bed looking into the mirror, I was trying to work out what had happened the night before. My ‘dad’ came in to try say something.
Too late fucker, you fucked with my mind and body that previous night.
‘Stop it Keith you’ll kill him’ it knocks around my head more than ever what his wife said.
So, about 20 years later, my ex wife witnessed something similar, I should have stopped it. At that point she decided that seeing my parents/family was a low priority, but I couldn’t understand why – as what she witnessed was normal, wasn’t it…
I feel quite uneasy writing this.
Few week ago I posted a quote, which was something like ‘I’m not afraid of death, but I’m scared of living’ hmmm, illness and death are not a competition. I have some ‘things’ bothering me, yes as I get older I remember more – stuff. In the mid 70’s my right hand got pulled into rollers at Dockmill Wool Scouring. Thankfully ‘dad’ was there to hit the stop button, if not, I would have gone into the machine. Why the fuck he took me there ffs.
The next one is being knocked off my bicycle in 1999 at the main Guiseley roundabout. I was on my way to work at AETC LTD in Yeadon, I had a job application in my bag, so – as a cyclist’ do. I shouted – screamed, the driver (woman from Otley) pulled over and we exchanged details. Folks at the bus stop witnessed it, but I didn’t take their details.
So, I rode on the backroads, handed in my job application, went to do my usual job and then the shock? caught up. It was a late shift 14:00 – 22:00.
I phoned my ex wife to please come and pick me up (it was a year before I passed my driving test), she couldn’t or couldn’t be arsed, but our sons were only of five and three, so that I have never held against her. Being of a cyclist’ I did ride home, battered bike, fucked body but I rode home, nice sympathy – not, anyways.
It went to court and I won – got a family holiday to Formentera. These days it would be a massive payout. Right, when knocked off my bicycle I remembered a vehicle going straight for my head, it stopped, that was harder than being knocked off.
For various reasons I know why these are bothering me, I have many other troubling events.
Illness and death is not a competition – it happens.
Oh, I got that job I applied for at AETC. Production Supervisor, but my position seemed mainly to do with improvements, which led on to a job I loved in Burnley. Then again, life fucks up.
Mind, some great folks were there.
Still is.
Hope that clears up something?
1983.
Jeez…
Now please leave me alone.
What is most important news at the moment in the UK? Everything it seems. In no particular order, but why oh why do the wealthy – very wealthy, do everything possible to avoid paying tax? They have so much wealth that paying due tax just wouldn’t cause a hole in their fortunes. Get the tax off them and bail out the steel industry, I mean, the banks got bailed out for £billions, bailing out the steel would be nowhere near as expensive as the dammed banks.
Mind you, Jeremy Corbyn has mentioned that the trident submarines can be used without the missiles, huh? Come on Jeremy, lets abandon trident altogether. build a third aircraft carrier, support ships etc. and have two permanent carrier groups, this is the way the world is going, one nuke launched could mean the end of the world. So, three carrier groups, two permanent, fully equipped with £billions to spare, to help the steel, NHS, poverty in the UK…
IDS resigning, what can be said? Good riddance, but now its waiting time with baited breath how sideways the Crabb will move.
Europe, I will vote out, always been in so time for a change.
Charity starts at home…
I’m very proud to have served in the armed forces. Too many ‘do gooders’ you know the type, we all know of the ‘posh hippies’ that state the world is a wonderful balanced environment. Lets not forget, when I got ill at 45 years of age, ultimately it was left to the forces charities of the Royal British Legion, and Ssafa that helped me resettle, as at the time the government abandoned me, mind you, sarcoidosis played a huge part, fortunately, in an unfortunate way.
Me, I’m a nice geezer…
So, after spending a couple of relaxing days I return home to be accused of various writing on notices!
‘In the beginning’ a washer broke down with a full load inside. When the new washer arrived a payment of £5 each was gifted to the two delivery men to take the washer out into the bike shed, empty it, and then the clothes could be saved. At a cost of £5 the washer had been arranged for collection by the council, but they could only collect it on the 15th March 2016, so, the washer was left in the bike shed so the regular scrap metal drivers could pick it up.
Within a couple of days someone had moved the washer inside the waste shed, this is out of view for collection, so, after that a letter was sent to all 36 ‘flats’ someone kindly put the washer outside, it was finally removed a week before the council could collect it. That should have been the last of it, hmmm… Read on.
Prison ‘officers’ eh!
, read the Blues in Britain magazine review or listen to my BCB Radio interview.