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I've got this one Maggs. It's really about the comparison between The Very Naughty Boy and the Cramlington Budgie Strangler. Cramlington is in "the wider Bedlingtonshire area,"

I'm all for handbags at ten paces here and will defend the rough-and-tumble to the bitter end ... infact, I'd prefer stronger stuff like nut-kicking. Where could disconnected folks get help and info from in the absence of CABs? Traditionally, it could have been the the Library (many are now closed or understaffed), the copshop (many are now closed or open for short periods of time), the local GP (many of these have been sucked into so-called group health practices {a money making, get rich scheme for the quacks} with waiting times running into next week). So is there really an alternative to CABs?

And I think GGG (I'm sure he's the one without me having to do a search) should shimmy-up his stepladders and install a few more of his cameras along Front Street for us exiles to view the Chrissy do.

The only reason folks bought Poxy Music's stuff was for the porn on the album covers.

The bottom line is the Miliband appears to be a dick and this is something that cannot be disguised by his camouflage squad. I've always believed that the vast majority of the non-aligned public vote for the guy in charge and not the party he represents. Miliband has the same problem of that other useless sod, Kinnock; they're both dicks. It really is as simple as that!

GGG makes a valid point about the ease of access to information and guidance for a large proportion of the population. However, I understand that a sizable lump of the elderly have no online access at home and so are cut-off from this resource; maybe even the very poor are in the same boat.

There's nothing wrong with the state of being wealthy (or rich); my concern is the route taken to garner the loot (a word delibrately chosen to hint at the means of achieving wealth). Forget the so-called 'old money' class in this arguement as most of their loot was gained on the back 17 to 19 century trade (code for the slave trade) and land grabs. Concentrate on the 'new money' class; with a few notable exceptions, their route map and compass is labled GREED.

I usually try to watch the Beeb's coverage of the Remembrance Service from the Cenotaph each year and the march past by the old guys usually brings a tear to my eyes (I've posted elsewhere here about the price my family paid during the two big bunfights with Fritz). What's particularly poignant is how over the years the old guys are getting fewer and fewer, but still those who are left keep attending; some of the associations are winding-up as so few are left (D-Day Association for example). Sprightly old Phil the Greek (93) always attends but what on earth is that useless tosser Edward doing there as some sort of Honorary Colonel ... he didn't even get through his military training and was chucked out ... I find it offensive to the memory of those who served. I was outraged that Blair had the nerve to attend ... in many folks eyes, a war criminal.

No they didn't Maggs. It was mackemscum 1 Everton 1.

He's not as good as the Cramlington Budgie Strangler ... and you know what I think of him.

I'm waiting for the suggestion that if the unemployed indigenous population was forced to get out of their pits in the morning then marched to the fields to pick the cabbages and sprouts there'd be no low paid work available for the hordes of Eastern Europeans to take. Obviously, "fields to pick the cabbages and sprouts" is code for all those menial jobs taken by the visitors. Anyway, that solves the question of why do they let in all those Rumanians to nick our jobs and houses. Next, the problem of illegals, wherever they come from. A simple solution would be to have an impervious border policed by a 'fit for purpose' Border Force. Next, that old chestnut, benefits. It's not rocket science to enforce the existing recipocity rules and restrictions, thus creating the reality (not a hate myth spouted by The Daily Hate) that even those with a nasty axe to grind would have to accept was fair.

Yep, I'd need to detour over that grubby coastal village 12 miles SSE of the Toon and give them another burst of 50 caliber before heading down to Sheffield. The place I worked at in London during the Miners' Strike adopted Dinnington Pit (in Yorkshire) and we supported the striking miners families there with funding. Groups from Women against Pit Closures would come down and give us talks about what was happening. On two occasions Anne Scargill (Arthur's missus) came with them ... she was a lovely woman.

My motto: "Spend all the loot before you croak." The Wrinklies should aim for lots of holidays, nice car, Harley Davidson chopper, plenty of restaurant visits, dangerous stunts and leave nowt for the brats; perhaps, even selling the house to fund the fun.

There's a beautiful old hotel near where I live where I often go for an extended lunch, it's also a very popular venue for wedding receptions. A great liquid afternoon is always brightened-up by watching all the tubby bridesmaids arriving dressed in pink frocks that are plainly way too small for them. Buttons, hooks and zips straining under load, always ready to pop. I can just imagine the scene when they ready themeselves at home: "Darling does my bum look big in this?" Of course, the partner always replying ..... when he should really reply

Hang on a minute ... we can't have huge tracts of Northumberland desecrated just because Adam gets stuck behind a tractor towing a slurry trailer. Yep, the top Jockos might be based in the East but they let the train/plane take the strain; they're unlikely to drive-up in their chauffeur driven Bentleys in sufficient numbers to warrant destroying the landscape.

"Peanuts. Tanner a bag. Peanuts." That's what the nut gadgies would yell. The tanners chucked onto the pitch and a 'twist' bag of nuts would be accurately throw to you. We used the nuts as ammo to chuck down at blokes with bald heads. Oh what fun.

Paul Jones, on his Radio 2 Monday night Blues show, will be doing a tribute to Jack. Set your dials on Monday 1st December at 7pm.

A more important question. Why is Tracy trying to squeeze into a skirt that is plainly two sizes too small for her?

There isn't enough freight traffic currently using the road to warrant an upgrade. The industrial heart of Jockoland is in the West so most stuff goes up the M6.

Ja! Zee Tommy Kammarooon vill be duffed-upen inzee Dunkirk by Frau Gruppenführer Merkel.

Merc ... I realise that we didn't have booms back then, I was just taking a poke at the current litigatious culture and the silly need for managers/bosses to always say sorry. I think there was another sortie to intercept a Badger that Ivan had sent over midweek ... they frightened him off over the North Sea.

Let's not forget that Offical Inquiry into the Dunblane Massacre ... the report was 'sealed' for 100 years. Why was it sealed? Various leaks over the years point to very influential men linked to scout leader Thomas Hamilton and a peadophile ring. So, the lesson is ... if the ruling elite are in anyway at fault or involved then a cover up will follow.

Another attraction at the Picnic Shows was the Wall of Death ... just been reminded of it by this segment of the Beebwebsite today. Like in this film punters would be invited to ride pillion on the bikes. Happy days! http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-29861511

Never mind about that Euro debt, reports in The Guardian today say that we're still paying off the South Sea Bubble Debt from 1720, the Napoleonic and Crimean wars and the Irish potato famine debts. Also listed are the debts still owing due to the Slavery Abolition Act of 1835 and the borrowings from the big 1914 - 1918 bunfight with Fritz. http://www.theguardian.com/business/2014/oct/31/uk-first-world-war-bonds-redeemed

Another supersonic scramble to intercept flying baddies perhaps? Closely followed by a 'top brass' apology for the sonic booms. Churchill wouldn't have countenanced that sort of behaviour from Harris or Leigh-Mallory during that last bunfight with the Bosch.