Dear Reader - 27 April 2006

Civil Liberties

Tony Blair is going to make us civil and give us liberty. Or so he says. We have never lived in such a free society that makes us both uncivil and yet restrained. Uncivil because you can be rude to anyone and get away with it and restrained because of political correctness and human rights. This government has gone out of its way to give minority groups all the freedom they want where the extreme among them become human bombs. And they do this in the name of some spurious religious belief. People, many aeons ago, who felt threatened by his religious beliefs, crucified JC. What do we do in our modern world about such extremists - fuck all.

Now TB is fed up with this approach. He going to incur the wrath of the human rights brigade and start to impose punitive sanctions on such extremists. If he can catch them, bloody good show. But, for those that are caught, I would proffer that at least twice as many are lurking undetected, as they don't exist.

Child Protection

At last Scotland Yard have put in place a new detection service based on modern technologies. They are going to employ policeman with a proficiency for this, to sit at computers pretending to be paedophiles. I would do this job for £50k pa at my home PC. Perhaps I will apply. Mark you, if they catch these sadistic bastards, the justice system weighs in their favour. The convicted ones are let out to re-offend as we all saw recently. This is where I would love to be a Muslim. I think they would drive a six-inch nail into the top of the skull of the cunt after his bollocks were fed to the dogs following 1000 lashes.

Did see Sharpe's Revenge on TV the other night with Sean Bean. He'’s brill and I love him to bits. The final sword fight with that fucking Indian Prince had me off my seat willing to kill the bastard. I just love the way ole Sean twisted his blade in the princes chest with that resounding bone shattering crunch. Most satisfying!!

Voluntary Work

I heard this week about an incident that has happened at a voluntary organisation that I used to work for. Recently the manager was told to clear his desk. We were not told anything and the gossip started. The official line was that Richard was no longer employed and has moved elsewhere. Why are bosses so scared of telling the truth?? Two weeks ago, this departed manger's name was in our local rag under 'Court Circular'’. He was found guilty for misappropriation of monies from a local charity (unnamed) and given 30 hours community service. His crime, I have later found out was fiddling his expenses. Well hands up those people who have never done this?

Mortgages

Did you know all you people lucky enough to have a mortgage that you are being ripped off? If you borrow £1000 at 10% interest, over ten years you will owe £2000! It is all to do with compound interest. This is interest only, BTW. Rates currently are about 5.2%. If you opt for a repayment scheme then true cost is about 20% less.

You newbies going for a first box at an average cost of £150k with a 10% deposit that you have cobbled together on credit cards and doting loved ones, will probably go for a 30 year term on a £145k mortgage including all the outrageous fees. This monthly sum is £800 pm with a true cost of about £288,000 over term at 5.25% repayment.

This all makes you want to be corrupt doesn'’t it and plan a bullion raid on a Securicor Depot!!. Avoid Kent for now.

New Man Mike

As I reported last time, I'’m getting ready to hang my walking stick. I have some way to go yet. I can'’t walk in a straight line. I tend wobble and fall over without my aid. I'’m working on the quads, adductors, abductors, hamstrings, calves and ankles. I'm stretching the gluts, back muscles, lower spine and abs. I'm doing deep breathing and attempting cross-legged poses with bent legs trying to reach tera-firma. Like a wizened old Hindu Yogin.All with much farting and grunting. Was that sweat or have I pissed my self again!! Oh yes, I have a fucking long way to go. Belly is sagging, arse is wrinkled, muscles have vanished and my press-ups are pitiful. Oh bloody hell, I need a miracle. But I will succeed as long as I don't get a hernia or cardiac arrest or both. I am determined to keep vertical for as long as I can. The wheelchair can gather dust in the garage until I'’m ready.

How do I go about ‘losing that grey’?

BFN