WIND AND PISS
*** No Flies on That Guy *** So Where’s the Problem?
In the Bible, Job was made to suffer many trials and tribulations. But he wasn’t pooh-poohed.
No Flies on That Guy *** So Where’s the Problem?
So Where’s the Problem?
The Port of Calais is desperate to retain our business. It assures us that if we crash out of the EU there will be no more delays than there are now. Dover too, says it is ready for a no deal Brexit. All the European ports from Roscoff to Rotterdam are vying for our trade. Europe needs us and our money. That’s good. We need them for trade. But we also need to be free to negotiate deals with the worldwide family of trading nations and emerging markets. Once free we can adjust our taxes to attract investors from every quarter. Don’t listen to the doom-mongers. They tried it on before the Referendum. They failed then. They must fail now.
Cometh the hour cometh the... hello?! Hello?!
Where’s the bloody cavalry?
Nuclear Submarine Attack...
The English are dredging mud from around the nuclear power station at Hinckley Point in Somerset and dumping it in Cardiff Bay. Cardiff is the capital of Wales. The mud, to a greater or lesser degree, is nuclear reactive. There are miles of English coastline just as handy to Hinckley, why not park your toxic material there?
Old Juncker... (To the tune Widecombe Fair)
Old Juncker, Old Juncker, lend me your deaf ear,
we’re a big market with fish in our sea,
can trade with the wide world without you my dear
wi’ no Blairites or Bercows, Nicky Morgans,
Vince Cables, Heseltineys, Anna Soubrys,
disdainful Ken Clarks - sod ‘em all,
disdainful Ken Clarks - sod ‘em all.