The delightful Augusto Pinochet is dead. In the process, avoiding punishment for his human rights abuses. Who the fuck is going to go to his funeral and still hold their heads up?
Thatcher I suppose, but she’s a bit ‘Daggers’ now.
She claims he’s ok because Chile helped us out in The Falklands. Amazingly, during the late 70’s, Chile was on the brink of war with Argentina over the ownership of some Islands off the coast of South America. Funny coincidence that.
He also got rid of the minimum wage, Trade Union rights, disappeared/murdered the people who disagreed with him and privatised fucking everything. The real cheek is that he wants to be cremated so that his grave is not desecrated by ’people who always hated him’.
Does he mean the families of those people he murdered and have no known grave?.
What a guy! Fuck him, he’s no loss to humanity.
Fidel Castro isn’t looking long for this world either.
Last night the weather was brutal. Gale force winds and driving rain. If people had bins out they are now in a collective heap at the end of the road and beyond. The lids will never be found.
I came down this morning to discover we have a serious leak in the downstairs toilet. It is something to do with the window frame, so the man from Everest will get some shit. The cats didn’t seem to mind it at all, evidenced by their wet, muddy footprints all over the kitchen. Brilliant. We can all afford that just before Christmas. The likelihood that I will find a builder before the 25th is slim in the extreme. So it appears the jug to catch the drip will be there far into the New Year.
Another thing that pisses me off about this time of year is Cliff fucking Richard. ‘Christian Crooner’ the media calls him. I think he is evil. Totally fucking evil. As they say, the Devil’s greatest triumph is that he makes us believe he doesn’t exist. He does and his name is Cliff. Do not buy this man’s music and definitely don’t listen to any of his crap. He is evil.
This evening I have had Bubble and Squeak for dinner. Yummy. Another reminder of childhood. We always had it on Mondays and Boxing Day. It is such a comfort food and a good way to use up all the leftovers from the roast dinner. I also have a chicken carcass which will be transformed into Jewish Penicillin tomorrow, in anticipation of the nasty winter bugs that are about.
3 comments:
Ah...bubble and squeak, comfort food indeed. Yummers indeed.
Sheesh, that curse on Pinochet took long enough to work. Has fair worn me out.
Cliff - yes, somewhere in an attic there is a painting of Sir Cliff that is growing old while the Young One, well stays forever young because he has sold his soul.
Hey Schnee, did Sir Cliff ever have a soul to sell??? When did emote such? Truly. I liked the thing with the Everly Brothers in the 1980s - I dimly recall getting pissed with two really sweet guys I used to work with in Southampton and getting them to sing this...Jesus, what a state.
Schnee.. The effort on Pinochet was monumental. Well Done!
I can remember watching a really old B/W of 'A Picture Of Dorian Gray' with my Nan.. The very last scene, the one with the painting was in colour. Will stay with me for ever.
A really, really young Angela Lansbury was in it to.
La Stu.. Go to your room.
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