Did the driver of this cement truck pick the wrong time of day to deliver his load of concrete ? …

… Well perhaps he did, but he sure made my day by scaring the shit out of the ‘school run’ mothers who, every day, tear up the grass, damage the pavement (sidewalk) , block driveways and cause chaos on the narrow street where I live.

 Hehe ! …   I wonder … 

…  how many wing mirrors I’ll find in the gutter ?    👿

On Wednesday I spent the day shopping in France and came back with the usual overloaded car full of ‘goodies’.

For once there was a visible security presence this side of the Channel and my car was thoroughly searched on the way out. I’m bloody glad that they did not want to search it on the way back as I would not have been too happy unloading all that food and wine.

I’m always so ‘proud’ of being British when I come across some of my fellow countrymen and women in another part of Europe. Like the couple in the hypermarket who were annoyed that the checkout girl’s command of English was limited, but totally ignored the fact that they did not speak a word of French ! 

The bunch of drunken ‘skinhead’ yobs milling about at the French Eurotunnel terminal on their way back from the ‘riot’ the night before in Lens, really made my day. Not to mention the scruffy assortment of  ‘discerning diners’ and their noisey offspring sitting at the debris littered tables in the McDonalds, who obviously much preferred the ambience to that of the little bistro and bar which it has replaced.

For some unknown reason on the return journey, my car and a number of others were loaded onto the part of the shuttle normally reserved for high vehicles, which gave me the opportunity to observe another group of delightful young ‘Brits abroad’ as a coach (bus) disgorged it’s load of foulmouthed schoolgirl hookers, or that’s what they appeared to be, judging by the way they were dressed. If they did learn French at school the word ‘chic’ was definitely not in their vocabulary.

Everytime I return from France with it’s ‘high quality of life’, I can’t help but wonder if it would not have been far better for all us ‘rosbifs’ …

…  if Napoleon had won the Battle of Waterloo ?

Here we go again ! … It’s scare of the week time !

A report, published in the science journal ‘Biologist’ has identified 15 negative effects that television can have on children, ranging from short-sightedness and obesity to premature puberty and autism, and concludes that cutting children’s viewing time must become a health priority.

The author of the report, Dr Aric Sigman, a psychologist, proposes banning the youngest children from watching television and only introducing it “judiciously” after that.

The report also states that over half of three-year-olds in this country have a TV in their bedroom: so I have to say that I think the good doctor is kidding himself if he thinks that his report is going to change anything; for kids are addicted to television in the same way that they are addicted to junk food, and as with the ‘healthy eating’ campaigns by the likes of Jamie Oliver, who’s profile is a little bit higher than that of the doctor, most parents will ignore his warnings and opt for the easy life as usual, by popping down to ‘McDonalds’ for a ‘Happy Meal’  in the hope that a fistful of  ‘McNuggets’ and a ‘Mix ‘n’ Muddle’ will make their little darling …

…    surrender the ‘remote’ for a few minutes.

Today is my 68th birthday and they say that you know when you are getting old because policemen start to look like boys. Well the little lad on the left is really taking the piss. Bloody hell ! He would have been as much use as a chocolate teapot on the back streets of South London when I was a kid.

Back in the 1940s one of my neighbours was an old fashioned copper. Like most policemen he was well over six feet tall and must have weighed at least twenty stone (280 pounds). He looked very much like constable George Dixon in ‘The Blue Lamp’ and was definitely a dignified figure of authority in his helmet and high collared tunic with it’s silver chain and whistle.

Today police officers come in all shapes and sizes and, if you are lucky enough to see one, he or she will look as smart and impressive as a council road sweeper in their bright yellow ‘day-glow’ jacket and sagging belt full of crime fighting  ‘utensils’.

Now we learn that more and more police forces services are issuing their officers with ‘SWAT’ style uniforms and baseball caps, while Muslim policewomen in London are wearing hijabs and officers mounted on mountain bikes ride around looking ridiculous by wearing shorts, funny looking hard hats and T shirts.

What next  …  ‘hoodies’ ?

Well anything is better than  …  THIS !