True Colours
Nice to see the Tories in the headlines for all the wrong reasons again. How sad for one of Michael Howard's old friends to suffer the indignity of having her assets frozen. (Oooh Errr missus !) No doubt apologists will be harping on about this being a left-wing witch hunt and attempting to point out all Shirley's achievements (such as selling three Westminster Cemetaries to her friends in property development for the princely sum of 15p. The council found itself having to buy them back three years later for the slighly more significant sum of £4.2m.)Does anybody think that the latest Government measures to restrict firework use will stop the moronic element ? Maybe. Who knows. I guess the proof will be in the pudding. Even so the legislation will only outlaw devices that are louder than a jet engine taking off ! I'd keep those ear plugs handy if I were you.
There was a discussion on 5LIve last weekend regarding the menace of modern fireworks and it was pointed out (by Charlie Whelan if my memory serves me well) that a pilot friend of his lived in fear of having to land at Liverpool's John Lennon airport at this time of year. Apparently certain estates in the flight path have become notorious for powerful rockets being fired at the descending aircraft. That, in my view, is enough to ban them for good. Apart from the obvious terrorist implications, I - and my family - were flying back from Madrid to Liverpool this time last year and if I'd have known that some shaven-headed scrote and his mates had been squandering their hard-robbed drug money on potential WMDs that were intended to bring down an airliner, "y'know, fer-a-laugh-like", then I think I would have wanted to - and should be allowed to - hunt them down and set them on fire. Or is it just that soceity has failed them ?
C'mon, hark back to your childhoods: knock-a-door-run-away and nicking apples off trees was considered the height of naughtiness when I was a lad on the council estate where I grew up. I can't conceive of anyone thinking of bringing down an airliner full of innocents. Can you ?
Speaking of aircraft, I noticed that during the recent orgy of Concord-love, you couldn't move for misty-eyed reminiscences of the plane's heyday. Its stunning, aeronautical beauty. Its ability to whisk those rich enough across the Atlantic in less time than it takes to drive from London to Manchester.Strangely nobody referred to the one abiding memory I have of a trip from Paris to......well.....Paris. Nobody mentioned the shenanigins and prevarication over what caused the tragedy and whether the aircraft were still safe.
Given the fact that they are now *retired*, I think we got our answer.
Shit day at work today. I'm getting tired of the avalanche of nonsense dropping into my inbox from the
Tomorrow they are introducing yet another system to handle fault calls and logs. This will the fifth they have introduced since they dumped the one that had worked perfectly well for ten years or more. One that had more functionality than all its successors put together. Oooops....was that me talking business-bollocks-speak just then ? "Functionality" ? Time for bed I think.
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