‘Another one bites the dust’

23CE002C00000578-0-image-m-29_1417880297388British jihadist who married one of the 16-year-old Manchester ‘terror twins’ is ‘killed fighting for ISIS in Iraq’

Ali Kalantar, 19, from Coventry, known by a second nom de guerre Ali al-Farsi, is believed to have been killed two days ago while fighting in Iraq. Kalantar, from Coventry, was reportedly married to British national Zahra Halane, one of the so-called ‘terror twins’ who fled to Syria from her home in Chorlton, Manchester, in June this year alongside her 16-year-old sister. Kalantar, who was said to have been ‘brainwashed’ by a local imam in less than one month, left the UK in March while studying for his A-levels alongside two friends, including 18-year-old Mohammed Hadi, who has been dubbed Osama Bin Bieber because of his youthful looks. Kalantar previously wrote that he had no intention of returning to the UK, describing how his British passport had ‘less value then my toilet tissue paper’British jihadist is ‘killed fighting for ISIS in Iraq’

And it doesn’t stop there bonnie lad’s! A-10 Warthogs are being deployed to seek and destroy you in Iraq And Syria… And they will rock you – and the ground you stand on…

As it states in every British Passport: “Her Britannic Majesty’s Secretary of State Requests and requires in the Name of Her Majesty all those whom it may concern to allow the bearer to pass freely without let or hindrance, and to afford the bearer such assistance and protection as may be necessary.” Her Britannic Majesty being the ‘Queen.’  “Less value then my toilet tissue paper.” Indeed – how very dare you…  Yours Aye!

Benedict Cumberbatch is Curly Fu?

Benedict Cumberbatch is Curly Fu and Hadrian’s Wall is ‘Mountain Earthworm’? Chinese give Mandarin names to British tourist attractions, celebrities and food…1590632Benedict Cumberbatch is nicknamed Curly Fu – for his floppy hair and his role as Sherlock Holmes British tourist attractions, celebrities and dishes are being given bizarre or amusing names as they are translated into Mandarin in China. It’s all part of a promotional campaign launched by VisitBritain to encourage Chinese tourists to visit the UK. Their wacky suggestions for Scotland’s Highland Games include ‘Special Skirt Party’ while long Welsh village names such as Llanfairpwllgwyngyll are being called ‘Martian Village’, ‘Word Puzzle Town’ or ‘The Endless’.23C3AC9F00000578-2861098-image-a-3_1417770971034Hadrian’s Wall translates into ‘Freedom Road’, ‘Glory Road’ or ‘Mountain Earthworm.’ Chinese give Mandarin names to British tourist attractions, celebrities and foodbp2

Once whilst yomping the length of Hadrian’s wall, I was rudely awoken at 07:00hrs in my overnight woodland ‘bivvie’ area – by a group of Chinese tourists who sounded like a flock of seagulls attacking the catch nets of a Whitby trawler… My Anglo-Saxon abuse may well have sounded strange to them – but at least I got it off my chest! Very much like the phlegm such Chinese tourists tend to do when they visit… “When in Rome!”    Yours Aye.

I may be ‘droning’ on slightly; however…

23CD591A00000578-2863405-With_the_actual_machinery_of_aeroplanes_strictly_tested_the_thre-a-56_1417874541831‘Cyber terrorism may replace the hijacker and bomber and become the weapon of choice': Advances in technology pose new threats to aeroplanes.
Cyber attacks and commercial drones pose a growing risk of commercial aeroplane crashes, a major insurer has said. 

23CD557800000578-2863405-As_well_as_taking_up_airspace_information_collected_by_drones_co-a-47_1417872993448Technical advances in aircraft design and navigation systems have reduced the chance of dying in a plane crash, but the reliance on computers poses new types of risks. ‘Cyber terrorism may replace the hijacker and bomber and become the weapon of choice on attacks against the aviation community’ German insurer Allianz said in a review of aviation safety, publicly expressing concerns that others insurers have discussed in private. ‘Cyber terrorism may replace the hijacker and bomber and become the weapon of choice’

Besides drones collecting confidential information; just one of the little blighter’s carrying a small device could easily bring down a commercial aircraft. Time enough to ban them methinks…?      Yours Aye.

Law abiding bloke 1 – Police 0

UK Police FailThe long arm of the law – ‘BLOCKED & STOPPED!’ By an Englishman who knows his rights on filming within a public highway and thoroughfare. It’s a pity the ‘Woman Police Constable’ from the Staffordshire Police Force ‘forgot’ and over stepped her position as she technically assaulted a member of the public, as well as embarrassed her self and the ‘Police Community Support Officer’ accompanying her.Long arm of the law BlockedWPC Tamworth Street, LICHFIELD, Staffordshire, England – fails miserably in her attempt to block LEGAL filming 

Funnily enough it happened in Tamworth Street, LICHFIELD; directly opposite The Crown pub, which is right next door to The Acorn Inn – that is also right next door to The Pig & Truffle pub, which coincidentally is where I endured a cracking run-ashore a couple of years back.  Three ‘olde’ pubs all in a row that serve quality ale in traditional surroundings. It would also be remiss of me not to mention The Hedgehog, The Feathers Inn, The Whittington Arms, The Duke of York, The Horse & Jockey, The Scales, as well as The Bowling Green.  My apologies as I digress…

Photography, filming, and the law – in a nutshell! “Following a prolonged campaign, including a series of demonstrations by photographers dealt with by Police Officers and PCSOs, the Metropolitan Police was forced to issue updated legal advice which now confirms that ‘Members of the public and the media do not need a permit to film or photograph in public places and police have no power to stop them filming or photographing incidents or police personnel’ and that ‘The power to stop and search someone under Section 44 of the Terrorism Act 2000 no longer exist.”  In short the Police were caught abusing their powers, and had their trousers pulled down and their bottoms smacked hard in front of the general public. Know your rights… ;-)    Yours Aye.

Kalashnikov ‘weapon of peace’?

Kalashnikov relaunch… as a FASHION brand: Assault rifle company unveils plan to become as big as Apple – and rebrands its most famous asset as ‘a weapon of peace’article-2860781-23BF38A300000578-652_636x382Siberian arms maker Kalashnikov wants to expand business beyond its AK-47 rifles into a lifestyle brand as recognised and valuable as Apple computers. And even its most-famous product – arguably the world’s most widely used weapon of war – has been caught in the slick corporate makeover and re-branded a ‘weapon of peace’. Shoppers will soon be able to buy Kalashnikov-branded jumpers, trousers, jeans, and sportswear as the firm struggles with a dip in Russian military spending.  Kalashnikov rebrand’s itself 23BC69DE00000578-0-image-a-42_1417702404547In the nonsensical world of advertising, I’d say they are onto a winner…      Yours Aye.

The Commando Who Refused to Die

23BED5E100000578-0-image-m-54_141772304241923BED5ED00000578-0-image-a-55_1417723046849A Royal Marine known as ‘the commando who refused to die’ after suffering 100 injuries in an Afghanistan explosion has had a leg removed – so he can play with his children. 

Corporal Paul Vice, 31, suffered more than 100 significant wounds during an explosion and ‘died’ twice as he was airlifted back to Camp Bastion in 2011. The father-of-four, who was awarded the Military Cross for his bravery during two previous incidents, received more than 114 wounds to his torso. He is now the subject of a documentary, called ‘The Commando Who Refused to Die’ which will be broadcast on Friday, December 12, and includes footage of the amputation.‘The Commando Who Refused to Die’

B.Z. Royal… Your family as well as your Corps family are proud of you.      Yours Aye.

‘Space for Giants’

Armed to the teeth, a small group of brave wildlife rangers fighting to save elephants – from terrorists: A dramatic and very personal dispatch from the frontline of an increasingly bloody conflict against poachers funding Islamic fanatics.Evgeny Lebedev with a patrol of Northern Rangelands Trust wildlife rangers, Kenya.jpgThe author Evgeny Lebedev pictured with a group of armed wildlife rangers in Kenya

As African wildlife continues to be slaughtered, a group of conservationists are waging war on the terrorist poachers currently killing African elephants to fund their criminal activities. Rangers from protection charity Space for Giants armed with automatic rifles, night-vision goggles and closed-frequency radios, are engaged in a war with the poachers which has claimed the lives of 1,000 rangers in the past decade.238D5E7A00000578-0-image-a-2_1417647266696Dramatic personal dispatch from the frontline on the increasingly bloody conflict against poachers funding fanatics…

* This year alone 36,000 elephants will be killed across the African continent:
* Demand for ivory across Asia’s burgeoning middle classes is increasing:
* African charity Space for Giants is armed to defend animals using force:
* Militarised conservation groups are engaging in firefight’s with poachers:
* Poachers include fanatics of Al-Shabaab and the Lord’s Resistance Army:
* Some 1,000 wildlife rangers have been killed in the past decade:

My ‘penny’ jar was emptied with the contents forwarded on to ‘Space for Giants,’ and there is more to follow on…      Yours Aye.

I agree with Piers Morgan-Doh!

I do agree with Piers Morgan, though I type the words with clenched buttocks, and grinding teeth. (Once the words are out, they cannot be taken back again!)Piers Morgan My ‘clenched grinding’ agreement is due to the title & content of his piece in the Daily Mail, in which he wrote “The TV tantrum that shows why ‘revolutionary’ Russell Brand is really just a revolting hypocrite” The clip is worth watching as it proves Morgan is right. Doh!23A9218300000578-0-image-a-1_1417627701233I absolutely despise the odious champagne socialist Russell Brand, and the gobbledygook tripe that doth froth from out of his mouth. Best I ease springs, as I’m getting cramp in my buttocks, and my jaw aches – and there are only two CRAMPEX pills left in the packet. Yours Aye.

Now hang the guilty Barstewards!

Relief of Fusilier Lee Rigby’s family after Islamic fanatic killer’s ‘murder conviction appeal’ is dismissed in just 45 seconds when judges reject claims he was ‘at war with Britain.’photo.JPGLee Rigby’s fiancée Aimee West, bottom right and far right in sketch, said today she hoped ‘this is the last we will hear from them both’ as Michael Adebolajo, 29, inset, and Michael Adebowale, 23, also lost appeals against their life sentences for the ‘barbaric’ murder. Adebolajo’s legal team today claimed he should have his conviction quashed because he was ‘at war’ with Britain, before also failing to argue his whole life sentence should be reduced. Adebowale, who appeared from Broadmoor jail via video link, left, did not react while Adebolajo, who is at ‘Her Majesty’s Prison Frankland,’ had refused to appear before the hearing at all. Rebecca Rigby, top right and left in sketch, who was married to the Fusilier and had his son Jack, said afterwards the family is ‘relieved that this is over and justice has been done’Fusilier Lee Rigby’s killer’s have their murder appeal thrown out in under 45 seconds.

Very Well Done to both Law Lords; Now bring back the rope and a six-foot drop for such scum…      Yours Aye!

The Cremation of Sam McGee

The Cremation of Sam McGee
by Robert W. Service

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee,
where the cotton blooms and blows
Why he left his home in the South to roam
’round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold but the land of gold
seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he’d often say in his homely way
that he’d sooner live in Hell.

On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way
over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your cold! through the parka’s fold
it stabbed like a driven nail.
If our eyes we’d close, then the lashes froze
till sometimes we couldn’t see,
It wasn’t much fun, but the only one
to whimper was Sam McGee.

And that very night, as we lay packed tight
in our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o’erhead
were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and “Cap”, says he,
“I’ll cash in this trip, I guess;
And if I do, I’m asking that you
won’t refuse my last request”.

Well, he seemed so low that I couldn’t say no;
then he says with a sort of moan,
“It’s the cursed cold, and it’s got right hold
till I’m chilled clean through to the bone
Yet ‘taint being dead-it’s my awful dread
of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair,
you’ll cremate my last remains”.

A pal’s last need is a thing to heed,
so I swore I would not fail;
And we started on at the streak of dawn
but God! he looked ghastly pale.
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day
of his home in Tennessee;
And before nightfall a corpse was all
that was left of Sam McGee.

There wasn’t a breath in that land of death,
and I hurried, horror-driven
With a corpse half hid that I couldn’t get rid,
because of a promise given;
It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say.
“You may tax your brawn and brains,
But you promised true, and it’s up to you
to cremate these last remains”.

Now a promise made is a debt unpaid,
and the trail has its own stern code,
In the days to come, though my lips were dumb
in my heart how I cursed that load!
In the long, long night, by the lone firelight,
while the huskies, round in a ring,
Howled out their woes to the homeless snows-
Oh God, how I loathed the thing!

And every day that quiet clay
seemed to heavy and heavier grow;
And on I went, though the dogs were spent
and the grub was getting low.
The trail was bad, and I felt half mad,
but I swore I would not give in;
And I’d often sing to the hateful thing,
and it hearkened with a grin.

Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge,
and a derelict there lay;
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice
it was called the Alice May,
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit,
and I looked at my frozen chum;
Then “Here”, said I, with a sudden cry,
“is my cre-ma-tor-eum”!

Some planks I tore from the cabin floor
and I lit the boiler fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around,
and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared
such a blaze you seldom see,
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal,
and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

Then I made a hike, for I didn’t like
to hear him sizzle so;
And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled,
and the wind began to blow,
It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled
down my cheeks, and I don’t know why;
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak
went streaking down the sky.

I do not know how long in the snow
I wrestled with grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced about
ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said,
“I’ll just take a peep inside.
I guess he’s cooked, and it’s time I looked”.
Then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm,
in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile,
and he said, “Please close that door.
It’s fine in here, but I greatly fear
you’ll let in the cold and storm-
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee,
it’s the first time I’ve been warm”.

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee


America is once again ‘point man’

NATO is set to announce a new advisory mission for Afghanistan and a high-readiness reaction force for eastern Europe. BRUSSELS — NATO will formally announce on Tuesday the launch of a new advisory mission for Afghanistan and a high-readiness reaction force for eastern Europe, the alliance’s top official said. Speaking ahead of a meeting of NATO foreign ministers, Secretary-General Jens Stoltenberg said the alliance needed to be able to “deal with any challenges from the east and from the south.”nato-flags600x400

Russia’s actions in Ukraine and the need to reassure nervous allies in eastern Europe have energized the 28-member alliance, which critics said had lost its sense of purpose after the end of the Cold War. “We are developing a spearhead force able to react to any threats within days, (which) should be ready in 2016,” Stoltenberg said. “In the meantime, I expect allies to make available an interim force early next year to provide the capabilities we need.” NATO is set to announce a new advisory mission for Afghanistan and a high-readiness reaction force for eastern Europe. ‘Stars and Stripes Dec 02, 2014 by Slobodan Lekic’200px-CaptainAmerica3-TFA

“Which should be ready in 2016?” Yet another NATO ‘pre-planning prevents piss poor performance’ spectacular gone wrong – that will allow Afghanistan to collapse into a fraudulent snotty heap (which, lets face it, is inevitable anyway.) In the mean time Vlad Putin will have fulfilled his eastern European conquests, and redrawn the USSR Russian borders to his satisfaction – well before NATO runs off its first proof print of long-winded military orders.celtic-goddess-britannia-not-roman

On top of which; the bulk of European Allies based in NATO are a busted flush (socialist countries are struggling to pay their fuel and heating bills to Vlad Putin, military spending is way down their list) The UK is not that far out if front of them, due to the last moronic Labour government’s free for all spending spree.

America looks like it will ‘once again’ have to be point man, but we will be right behind you ready to step into the fray!       Yours Aye.

“Wild Colonial Boy”

One early evening when I was almost five years old, I recall Uncle Jimmy picking me up and standing me square in the middle of my Gran’s dining table. Just like his three brothers – Tommy, Mick, and John (‘Joss’ my Father) they were all ‘in drink.’ As was Granddad who was carried in and placed in his chair where he promptly fell asleep next to an open fire. “If you sing ‘Wild Colonial Boy’ we’ll each give you sixpence” said Uncle Jim… I loved this man as much as I did my own father, even more so later in life as he fought social injustice defending those whose lives were blighted by poverty and inequality. So I sung my heart out and earned myself two shillings, an absolute Kings ransom! My dear old Gran then chased her son’s to their homes, and left Granddad in his chair as we retired to bedtime stories and sleep.  

My Father was very much ‘the quiet man’ – the spitting image of John Wayne in his youth. Uncle Jimmy could easily have passed for ‘Victor Andrew de Bier Everleigh McLaglen,’ though ‘Big Jim’ had a bigger chest, with a heart the size of a large frying pan, and a hard right hand of granite that many a fool had tempted fate over. He was without any doubt, the hardest ‘barsteward’ I have ever come across in my life, and yet like my Father he was a gentle giant until pushed hard into a corner.

Sadly, Big Uncle Jim passed away on the 1st November 2014 – aged 88. I just hope St. Peter had a large barrel of good ale ready at the pearly gates. . .      Yours Aye.

‘I put a spell on you’

239E23A500000578-0-image-8_1417368574404Premier League star Emmanuel Adebayor claims his own mother is practising black magic on him.  The 30-year-old footballer, who earns £170,000-a-week, accused the family of performing ‘juju’ on him, a term given to the practice of witchcraft in West Africa. 

But his family, who are from Togo, hit back by claiming that the star had been ‘brainwashed’ by Islamic spiritual healers who told him that his poor form on the football pitch was down to black magic. While Adebayor scored 14 goals in 25 games last season for Tottenham, he has only managed two strikes in 12 matches so far this season. The star had been ‘brainwashed’ by Islamic spiritual healers who told him that his poor form on the football pitch was down to black magic.

Oh for ‘Gawds’ sake man! As if I need another reason ‘NOT’ to watch the round ball kicking game, played by big softy prima donna’s. It’s almost 2015 and we have supposedly intelligent people (or not as the case maybe) still believe in jingling witchcraft? ‘I put a spell on you’  If I wake up in the morning as a chicken, I’ll let you know by pecking a message out on the keyboard…      Yours Aye.

Speaking of ‘breaded lamb loin chops’

18810Speaking of ‘breaded lamb loin chops.’ (Or did I just imagine it?) 

I found an old recipe earlier, and created a meal fit for some one of my ilk… Though I did re-jig the recipe ever so slightly to fit my own taste buds. None the less, I will lay claim to a culinary victory that ‘Meat without Meat’ could never achieve! 

2 eggs
2 teaspoons Worcestershire sauce
2 teaspoons Soy sauce
2 large lamb loin chops
4 oz dried breadcrumbs
Small tip of the spoon garlic paste
Small amount of fresh-cut Rosemary
Light sprinkle of salt and cracked pepper

1. Using a mixing bowl, give the eggs a damn good thrashing – then introduce the Soy and Worcestershire sauce into the mix, and thrash further. Add the garlic paste, Rosemary, and a light sprinkle of salt and pepper – and thrash until well and truly blended.
2. Marinade the lamb in the bowl, and place in the fridge for 90 minutes.
3. Preheat the oven to 190 C / Gas mark 5
4. Remove the lamb from the fridge marinade, and lightly cover each lamb chop in breadcrumbs. Then arrange them on a lightly greased baking tray or dish.
5. Bake in a preheated oven for 20 minutes, then turn the chops over, and bake for a further 20 minutes. The little blighters should now be ready, and the delicate smell will turn you to drink – so have a half decent bottle of red handy!

I enjoyed the breaded loin chops alongside a mix of vegetables and new potatoes – accompanied by a large glass (I haven’t got any small glasses) of California’s ‘Gallo Family Vineyards’ Cabernet Sauvignon. I may have forgotten to cork the bottle, as it appears to have since evaporated!    Yours Aye  We must be in a heavy swell as we are rolling a bit…

Vegan ‘meat free meat’ oxymoron

A tofu turkey and six meat-less sausages please! America to welcome the world’s first VEGAN ‘butcher’ shop…  It may sound like an oxymoron (which it indeed does!) But Minnesota is soon to be the location of the world’s first vegan butcher shop.238F863C00000578-0-image-4_1417126531658

Siblings Aubry & Kale Walch, based in Minneapolis, already run the herbivorous butcher a successful farm-stand business crafting artisan meat ‘imitation’ products, but after exceeding their $50,000 goal on Kickstarter, they’re ready to open their first shop. 

Launching in April, the shop will sell their signature line of wheat gluten and tofu-based ‘meats’, which include Pepperoni, Italian Sausage, Smoky House Ribs, Pulled Pork and Maple-Glazed Bacon.  America welcomes worlds first VEGAN butcher’s shop 238F866C00000578-0-image-5_1417126542381“STOP! – STOP! – STOP!” Stop this madness NOW! Have you ever in your life heard of such nonsense before? A traditional Yorkshire butcher surrounded by real meat!Butcher_9 A butcher is a person who may slaughter animals, dress their flesh, sell their meat or do any combination of these three tasks. Butchery is an ancient trade, whose duties date back to the domestication of livestock – butchers formed guilds in England as far back as 1272. The standard meaning of “butcher,” is “one whose trade is slaughtering animals and dealing in their meat.”  Can you imagine the term “As fit as a butcher’s dog” being used and abused to the saying of “As fit as a vegans dog?” Exactly; nor can I…    Yours Aye.fitter than a butchers dog Both fitter than a butcher’s dog & it’s not through the nonsense of tofu & meat free meat!

‘Sheeple’ on Black Friday

sheeple2Apparently, today over here in the UK is (was) Black Friday? It has been reported that this is the second year that such an event has appeared on the calendar, where upon the easily led ‘sheeple’ queue in an orderly fashion for several hours in the bitter cold waiting for stores and shops to open – to bag a bargain. ‘Sheeple’ en-route to ASDA  (Walmart) —->  

Upon opening time the ‘sheeple turn into bare knuckle fighters, and power their way into the store entrance, leaving Marquess of Queensberry rules outside. Jungle rules ensue, and the melee of ‘sheeple’ use everything in their skirmish- including the kitchen sink and boxed TV sets as weapons on each other in order to grab a bargain!3116667016Now here comes the educational part for my fellow Briton’s ignorant of the facts In 2013 Asda (part of Wal-Mart Stores, Inc.) announced its “Walmart’s Black Friday by ASDA” campaign promoting the Black Friday concept in the UK. A number of other online and in store companies followed suit, and now certain chain stores celebrate the American tradition, although others appear skeptical, with one trade publication labelling it ‘simply an Americanism, which doesn’t translate very well!’ The easily led brainless ‘sheeple’ fall for it hook line and sinker; a gimmick on items that have previously been cheaper earlier in the year – that can also be purchased online and delivered for free to their own field home before Christmas?  An errant ‘sheeple’ cornered by ‘sheeple’ dogs earlier today!black_friday_take-downIt has to be said; there appears to be a certain type of person with a branded mentality that fits within the ‘sheeple’ range. The same type sits glued to their television screens, and are easily swayed by slick advertising, especially those who favour the lime green fields stores of ASDA. 1564dca116d0d21722814b5693dc14bbefd4db3e946e456ef17d46ec0d943638

Fortunately the great majority of the general public ignore such promotions, and act more dignified when shopping prior to Christmas. Though I did have to stand in a queue of three people at my local farm shop today, where I purchased half a pound of pork & apple sausage, two-pound of bacon, and a lamb chop…     ‘Yours Aye’