Wednesday, 1 July 2009

Ed Balls is a Wanker


The recent attempt to claw back some credibility for our Labour government is for Ed Balls AKA Wanker to draw up a white paper on the reform of Schools and Teaching. Reading about this as angered me in some many ways and not because teachers will be getting regular checks because on this I do agree but the complete nonsense this tit is chatting.
5 Year MOT?? What?? I was under the impression the every 3 to 5 years a school was inspected by Ofsted in which the whole school and teachers are assessed and highly scrutinised not to mention schools should be having regular in staff observations as part of development. Surely the Wankers new idea will just creates more work and stress for Teachers. Oh and money.
One to One tuition for failing students and possible legal action by parents? Hmm what a way to convince people to teach, surely there will have to be an increase in staff especially in those schools in more deprived areas as these children who are below average will need a tutor each to ensure they get their entitlement. Again this will cost more money.
Punishing state school for not wanting to merge with other school and losing there identity, which in some cases has taken decades to accomplish, this is the cheapest shot. To have one super head to lead a chain of schools like some sort of fast food joint is absolute disgrace. My personnel experience of modern ambitious heads is that they become completely out of touch with teaching and run the schools as business and not an educational institute. And with Labours current record of running the country they will surely run our education system as well as our children’s future even further into the shit. With a greater cost to our taxes.
To finish, what gives this Wanker the qualification apart from winning a seat and then pushed into a position that he really didn’t want to write about a profession that he knows nothing about and has no connection with apart his own personal experiences as a child. We really may as well ask any member of the public to come and have a go at being an educationalist or run the countries education system. There is no secret in the fact that he never wanted the job and in the last reshuffle he wanted the chancellors job only to smack back down by Bummer Boy Brown, this alone doesn’t hold much faith. This whole white paper is a lame justification to raise taxes more to cover their fuck ups and in the process pull teachers through the dirt in a half arsed attempt to try a straighten a dwindling society. What a Wanker!

Saturday, 27 June 2009

Big Job Broke Out


And so it begins, I have started today on the overhaul on my BSA, a little earlier than I wanted but seeing as I got a flat on Friday I thought it a better time than any to start. So while I wait for a quote on some new wheels I will take the mudguards and chain guard to work so that I can clean them up and think about re spraying, it’s looking to be a long job as I was thinking of doing it over the summer. It just so happens I acquired a racing frame to which I may build a fixed wheel, but I’m having problems removing the extremely corroded forks but i best keep that one at work or tenbellies may have words to say if i start filling the house with bike parts.

Friday, 26 June 2009

Ding Dong The King is Dead, Hurrah Hurrah!


And thank god, one less pedo in the world and maybe just maybe those poor children of his can start living real ordinary lives. First stop get them down to the Deed Poll and change their bloody names.

Tuesday, 16 June 2009

Here Puss Puss


I am not or never have been a cat lover, I prefer dogs as you always know where you are with dogs. You know that dogs only think of three things, food, walkies and sticks however with a cat you know there is something vindictive going on behind those piercing eyes. Our garden has regular visitors in the form of two Cats, I didn’t mind this until I found a cat turd next to my flourishing tomatoes and now I feel like liberties have been taken. They constantly come and sit in our window and stare, watching our every move. Then yesterday tenbellies found to her horror a dead mouse on our door step and then later that evening it was followed by an almost dead pigeon. Presents from our peeping Tom’s I think, so it looks like I will have to forgive the turd……… for now.

Sunday, 7 June 2009

“Don’t like Brown, he smells of poo!”


“Don’t like Brown, he smells of poo!”
The words of a toddler as we sat watching the D-Day service yesterday, and with innocence comes the truth. The end is surely near for bum boy Brown with his entire party falling to peaces at his feet but in his last attempt to show that he his in control and can do the job he has only shown what a true wanker he really is. And what angers me more is how his reshuffle of the cabinet is more an effort to please the MP’s around him and to punish others rather than to have people in those positions that actually understand and are more than competent to the do the job right. These are the people running our country, greedy, self absorbed and corrupt no wonder celebrities feel they could do the job.

Wednesday, 3 June 2009

On Ya Bike


At the weekend we talked about possibly changing our car for a new one. Tenbellies is starting a new job in September and will need to commute, so a new car would be nice as she starts to clock up the millage. I on the other hand only tend to use the car at weekends and fully enjoy riding my bike to work (with the addition of jumping on a train or two); my bike pictured above was given to me by a friend and is a BSA (Birmingham Small Arms) bicycle. It’s an old bike as you can tell but rides like a dream and holds with it plenty of character and loads of history. Besides building Motorcycles and weapons (a great mix) BSA developed the bicycle for military use during WW1, they made fold up bikes for snipers to carry on their backs while taking out the enemy. Over the next few months I will start to restore it adding some of the original features that seem to have been lost through its hard life.

Sunday, 31 May 2009

Grow Your Own


While Tenbellies is slaving away in the shop and then off for Sunday cocktails with the girls I decided to have a go at growing my own Tomatoes, oh and some chillies for good measure. The country seems to have gone “Grow Your Own” mad and why not the crunch seems to have gripped many and to save a bob or two the satisfaction and effort has to be worth it and besides the can take our taxes but they can’t take our fruit and veg. Now I eagerly await my grape vine which will sit along side, grow my beauties grow.

Friday, 29 May 2009

Devenish-Phibbs


I had a little chuckle to my self today on the train, which I find really hard what with MP’s ripping us off and Her Majesty being snubbed from the D-Day celebration for Obomber. Yes I came across Devenish – Phibbs in the Metro, I found his website and thought it some light hearted fun. But then I thought what with so many MP’s falling from benches, I wonder what sign they would leave behind.


“Here sat Margaret Moran Devenish - Phibbs MP, she felt it her duty to clear
this bench from Dry Rot only to redistribute it through her mouth, a politician,
a dedicated servant and tea leaf.”
1997 - 2009

Sunday, 17 May 2009

Welcome to the world


I dedicate this post to Family OTW and their new addition to the family. Congratulations and well done Mrs OTW, a family full of princesses I'm sure the grey hair will start to appear as Thud is truly out numbered. Not to worry Monkey is here for back up, I feel utterly privileged to have been the sixth person to meet Baby OTW as she came into the world and wish you all the best.

See you soon Baby OTW

Saturday, 9 May 2009

Italian scouse


I spent the evenin with thud and family, what with vinogirl over from napa we indulged in two very nice bottles of wine and a traditional scouse dish with an Italian twist. A great match for the wine and the company was great as always.
oh and this was a mobile post, i love technology but not as much as juice!!

Its a shit job



Life is hard when your job is to be a complete and utter cretin, not only do you have to try and ignore the fact your party are a bunch of thieving politicians you also have to give the family work that fits character. In the case of the Browns, cleaning toilets no wonder they are full of shit!
My word stress is taking its toll!!

Wednesday, 6 May 2009

MADonna strikes again


Occasionally I will watch a little junk TV and occasionally it will be the crap known as Waterloo Road, this being a drama mildly related to my profession. Now the fact this program is complete bollocks and in the real world all the characters would be sacked within a heart beat is beside the point but a story line where a self righteous young lady buys a baby from Rwanda to give it a better life in this country just makes it more like television diarrhoea. Her excuse… well we don’t know what its like for that child and it should be given a better future, a better opportunity which then brings me to the insane MADonna where its seems its allowed to happen in real life. Yet again she seems to be after another little brown baby because she seems to think she could give it a better future what with all her wealth (meaning money that its). Money can buy children many things to put smiles on their cute little faces but what money can’t buy are the very things MADonna seems to be very poor with. Countless marriages and men in and out of her bed and splashed all over the papers, her children jetted across the world to be with family at a minutes notice, where is the stability, the morals and self respect and more importantly where is the selfless love that you give your children? The woman is a disgrace and as role model to young ladies and even celebrities such as Britney Spears I prey and hope the judge does all that is possible to keep this woman away from any more children Including her latest flavour of the month which seems to be only just out of short trousers.

Sunday, 3 May 2009

Moving out, moving in.





Phew it’s been a mad few weeks, birthdays, weddings, decorating, car problems and moving house. But now that it’s all done we finally get to sit and relax for what seems to be a very fast moving bank holiday weekend. So Tenbellies and I moved into our second home last weekend and even though our new place is bigger lighter and all in all a palace compared to our last apartment I will surely miss the old place and especially at this time a year when every thing is waking up and having a fresh start which I fitting to quite a lot of what’s been going on. The pictures above are from the old garden, we have been very lucky Tenbellies and I to be able to live in an awesome place we have great land lords. Any way Id better get outside and nab some of the good weather we are having, I wonder if we can get the new garden into similar shape as the last, fruit trees!!!!!

Oh yeah welcome back to blighty Vinogirl I do hope you brought some Californian sun in a bottle with you, see you tomorrow.

Thursday, 23 April 2009

Happy St Georges Day


Yet again after weeks of pointless publicity from religious leaders pushing for a St Georges celebration it seems to have passed without even a whisper, and still people have a guilty feeling in wanting to to say Happy St Georges Day....... Well not me, I'm proud of St George and therefore Happy St Georges Day one and all.

Friday, 17 April 2009

The Wire

I will be the first to say that British TV is probably the worst to grace our personal space and that TV Licensing should be thrown out with the labour government, however its seems that someone somewhere may have got something a little right. The past few weeks BBC 2 have been showing The Wire, this US cop drama is the best that I have ever seen and even though I watched its complete series months ago I can help but watch it all again. The best part is that its been on every night of the week and looks to continue as it starts another series, so if you yet to watch this awesome show catch the next series in a couple of weeks it well worth the watch. Here is a classic scene with McNulty and Bunk.

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