Once upon a time this was about Me and The Boy. The it was Me, The Boy, The Cat and The Cat's Mother. And now, I'm not sure who it's about. How life changes when you least expect it!
Friday 5 December 2014
More bloody immigrants
A couple of weeks ago I posted a heavily ironic piece called Bloody Immigrants. I thought it was witty, amusing and clever. Just like me. I am sure you agree. Anyway, a strange thing happened a couple of days later. UKIP started following me...digitally, not as in stalking me. Clearly their social media manager cannot read beyond a headline.
So I take from that I can say pretty much anything I like about the pig-ignorant right-wing thinking and racism that permeates that organisation so long as I say it in para 2 or beyond. As it happens, I know someone who used to work with Nigel Farrage in the City, making his fortune by exploiting the weak and poor. He has regaled me with stories of Nigel's drinking habits. Some might call it a drinking problem. I don't know if he still drinks himself silly on a regular basis, but I can think of at least one other politician who had a drink problem. That was George Bush. Look where he took us.
Anyway, I wish we'd taken on the Polish builders who bid for the work at our house. The English one we took on has demonstrated that he cannot organise himself out of a paper bag, but has an endless capacity for bullshit. Two months into the project, and we're a month behind a very detailed schedule. Given that it's a six month project it looks like it will in fact be a nine month build.