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Reader! Has it really been a year since our last love affair? I have Given Paul of Medway a new Face and colour coordinated shoes to dance; I hope the appearance is pleasant to the eye and the dialog tuneful to the mind.

I Have been a studious law student for the last 12 months, hacking away in the library and clocking in the 12 hour Night shifts at the local District General Hospital – Alas, absolutely no time for living and certainly no time for Bloging either. But as my days grow lighter and my academic study becomes shorter, I now find that I may have some extra time on my hands…

Instead of doing something really usefull and positive like reinvigortae my twice dead social life or start up a sanctuary for poorly hedgehogs with tunnel vision and vertigo – I thought I would coil up back into my warm hole of a Blog, and then vent some merry spleen onto the crule world, in which we are all born... violently, bloody and clueless.

Paul of Medway also has a new agenda, it looks like the UK might be (done in) for a real Tory Government (the last decade of Neo Labour has been a mere warm up) the gates of Mordor are finally about to open – all good creatures must take up arms against the dark towers of Notting Hill – lets Do some Class War!

A few good bargains were struck to get Neo Labour into power – one of which was the minimum wage; Arch Tories have not so easily forgotten that bitter blow! And the subsequent unfruitful lies about UK plc becoming dysfunctional have not come about since a red line was drawn under exploitation. But the chess pieces have now began to start moving on the board again…

The introduction of the Employment Opportunities Bill by Tory Christopher Chopes reveals the draconian wheels that will always turn in the Tory party mindset – this vile legislation would seek to undermine the minimum wage under the guise of some liberal pretence about offering flexibility and choice to employers during the economic down turn! The Private members bill was defeated on the second reading on the 17th of May, but it is still disheartening that the legislation even got this close to the statute book. The ball will start rolling again, this was only the first round.

I still remember the early 1990s, leaving school with worthless qualifications and entering into a melted down industrial employment market, to work for money grabbing agencies in factories and warehouses, earning below £3.00 per hour! Go on Tories, pass your crappy legislation and polarize this generation, in the next ten years when we have you on your knees again, it will be the guillotine for the old relics of the Twentieth Century.

Wage Concern

The problem with this country is....

That it is filled with people who write books about how to avoid paying property tax ...

And the people who buy these books and then write raving reviews on Amazon.co.uk about their dishonest dealings...

its about time the gutter press (Daily Mail) stopped attacking people on low incomes who get small amounts of social security. And yet we always hear from chorus of middle class Twats whaling about how it's the people in the middle who PAYE for everyone else! Best not mention the tax breaks, free education and wonderful National Health Service the (old) middle classes of England have benefited from over the last 60 years! And still they do not like paying for these state subsidised services (anyone for some cake?)

Rearrange this phrase into a logical order...

troft! your snouts Pigs get out of the

As the following reviewer likes to articulate about her purchase of... "how to avoid property tax?"

This book really has been indispensable for us over the last few months. My husband and I made the decision last year to buy several properties, with the hope that eventually these would provide a good income when we retire. After seeking some advice we went ahead but neither of us knew much about the tax side of things.
How to Avoid Property Tax has helped us out on so many different matters, and must have saved us a fortune already in consultancy fees and tax. Particularly useful, I found, was the large amount of information explaining all the expenses we can claim against our tax - the list is huge.

Thankfully we have now got all our affairs under control, and running smoothly. We are considering venturing into commercial property to a limited extent, and again this book has proven hugely helpful.

It really does come very highly recommended, due to the wide range of tax issues covered and the high level of detail the author has crammed into each chapter. It is very well written and easy to understand - which is always good for people like me who have no prior experience in these matters!

Many Thanks.

They have no honor…

politics aside and back to nature...

Thinking about the sea a lot lately, so i decided to write a poem, ahem...

The Seas-End

Ripped ruined and rexed the sea was a red eyed wreck roaring in its floundering debt it split up over the trenches knelt bent and gushed up against their dent sending crushed cement straight though the many vents leaving thunder shunts to howl in carved out giant spheres deep within the sea cavity walls. The red eyed wreak breathed in again to gather in its Kraken sized nets for another pointless upward assent. Hundred mile high long waves darker than the unborn son of Gun lashing up coiled out claws with pincers shifting on grips moving along the hundred-mile high sea wall rotating tiny white razor nips far high above and over the distant falling and finally declining line of the utterly disappearing and submerged seashore no more.

Still time to turn again ken?

After a Few hundred years of gaining the vote it would seem that we are still being ruled by the same old Etonians, they do have a remarkable ability to stay in power? I thought the well-read people of London town might be clued up enough, but no, it seems that many are suckers for a little bit of media showmanship over the most genuinely good Politico this country has ever produced, Ken Livingstone. Well, London might have a heavy toll to pay yet? I hope not.



This one goes out to Boris and the evening standard (once a Tory always a Tory)

One law for the Rich and One law for the Poor

Following on from reading an interesting article in this weeks excellent Schnews about fox hunting in the UK after the 2004 ban, I decided to do a bit of investigating into the subject matter myself; after all, could it be true that the respectable Lords and Ladies of the hunt are flouting the rule of law? I expected that I would have to delve deep into the electronic resources of the internet to uncover the incandescent truth. Imagine my surprise however when looking at the homepage of the main UK pro-hunt website and the appearance of a web-link to the following letter found in the Independent Newspaper…by Henry Master of the foxhounds, west country…

During the autumn, we pretend we're on hound exercise; now the season's begun properly, we say it's drag hunting. But that's total rubbish. It's business as usual. We are killing almost as many foxes as ever.

I would say we are now bagging 25 brace in a season, all of them illegally. Someone always carries a duster and some oil in their pocket, so we say we're drag hunting but I haven't actually laid a trail for more than a year. Before the ban came in, we'd kill 35 foxes in a season. Now it's slightly less. The reason is we are no longer digging foxes that have gone on the high moor, which is owned by the Duchy of Cornwall. We don't want to embarrass them.

Among the other hunts, a small minority are behaving themselves, particularly those who use National Trust or Forestry Commission land, and can't afford to lose their licences to go there. The other 95 per cent are breaking the law big time. In fact, everybody is getting a bit reckless, and I wouldn't be surprised if people start getting caught.

Recently, the police had a quiet word, saying basically be careful and we'll leave you alone. The only time they'll really crack down is if there's trouble with 'antis' and someone gets thumped. Public order, rather than fox welfare, is their main concern.

Business as usual? jolly good Henry! Perhaps I should start breaking a few laws? Somehow I don’t think the arresting officer would be sympathetic towards me; since they do have an invested interest in keeping the lower economic classes firmly under the rule of law.

Can you spot the terrorist?

The Thuggish Gangs of Home Counties Commuters

The middle classes have been harassing me on public transport again! Its ironic, the crack smoking kids on the Medway valley line never give me any hassle! But if I get on a train pointing towards London, Monday to Friday office hours, then I am guaranteed to get my feathers ruffled by middle class thug in a suit.

This particular “Twat” had the jimmy cheek to tell me to remove my “dirty” DM vegetarian boots off the seat! To which I replied “No” and “my boots are clean thank you very much”. Gobsmacked that someone should put him back in his cage! The delusional monkey stopped making the ape sounds and then grassed me up to the conductor (quickly retreating back behind his Times Newspaper). They have absolutely no honour.

Of course, a reasonable person might point out that someone else has to sit on the train seat; does a reasonable person also believe that the average commuter is capable of performing an unselfish act? No! What riled this particular "Freak" was an evangelical belief in his own upwardly mobile position in society, he was snob. What is it with these “professional” middle class people and their incessant need to impose themselves upon innocent members of the public? I could never imagine a working class person outwardly telling me how to behave in a public space. It would be considered extremely rude.

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