Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Soldiers

What strange thoughts swim into the mind after midnight whenn the unconscience part of the brain takes charge:
We're the soldiers of the Queen my lads,
And what they ask us what we've seen, my lads,
And they ask us why we've always won,
Its because we're the soldiers of the queen...

or something like that.  This patriotic song started me thinking about the empire and how it was that we came to loose it. My own view is that we are better off without it, but how did it all go?  Clearly it was something to do with the second world war when the countries of the empire came in on our side as we stood alone against Hitler who was then at the height of his power.  (He achieved a much more successful European union than our so-called colleagues have managed to do.  "Power grows out of the barrel of a gun.") So I suppose that we must have promised them all independance as the colonists were fed up with us despising them.
In the colonies, dominions and protectorates,
It isn't true that everyone expectorates....
now that's more like it.  The problem has been solved.  No need to be worried about it any more.  Sleep beckons.









Monday, February 6, 2012

Football Fangs

What is all this fuss about one footballer insulting another footballer?
Sticks and stones can break my bones
But words will never hurt me.
 Apparently they can hurt these sensitive little flowers who are millionaires and who help to fill acres of newsprint with their doings and their boring sex lives, not to mention their secret injunctions in courts to which we have no access.
And that raises another question i.e. why are there any courts which are closed to the general public?  Everything that happens in court ought to be availsble to anyone who has an interest inm it even if it is only inquisitive curiosity.  This is especially so for courts which deal with the custody of children who are often pawns in a game played by social workers and the police.  An explanation is needed by me if not by anyone else. Open up Clarke! I want to know what is going on behind closed doors. 

That's enough thinking for one night.