Happy St George's Day to my Sassenach readers

Wouldn't be allowed to happen these days...

If it really is St George's Day...

Anyway, I have a message for you from a couple of years back. Go read.

Cheese-tastic!

At the whim of 'authority'.

It's amazing that in 21st century Britain, the police can do as they please to anyone they want to.

All at the whim of their masters.

A shocking example of what this country has become.

My two grandfathers fought the Nazis, one as sergeant major and the other as a tank driver. Both will be spinning in their graves.

Twitter Twat of the Day

Pretty much sums up the entire moaning whinefest of the lefties.

Tattoo of the Week!

He loved his dear old Mum...

Glasgow Celebrates!

'Why is that polis sitting on Camilla's back'

It's all kicked off in Kelvingrove Park, Glasgow. An unofficial street party organised via facebook has went a bit Pete Tong, although for most of the afternoon it was going swimmingly.

I'm not in possession of all the facts but it would seem that most of the trouble was handbags at ten paces stuff. The kind of 'violence' we all see on a Friday night out on the town when a group of mates are holding back the token mong who wants to attempt throwing a punch at someone. I would have left them to it.

Cue Strathclyde's finest to wade in with their equine pals. No doubt primed to go at the earliest opportunity by Glasgow City Council, the corrupt cancer who's tumour engulfs all aspects of the fine city's life.

You see, the whole point of the exercise is a huge big "told you so" from the 'authorities'. Those of us that dared to organise anything without their permission needs to be stamped upon. From building a garage on your own land to having a party in a public park, you need to dance to their tune.

It's about time that they receive a reminder that they dance to our tune.

Every Slovakian Helps

It's no secret that I work for one of Tesco's competitors.  It's also no secret that I loath Tesco. 

It's not because of who I work for that makes me loath the mighty T, it's more to do with their business practises and bullying of suppliers.  If you haven't read it, I recommend you have look at Tescopoly.  It's very interesting what Britain's favourite grocer gets up to.

Anyway, the reason for tonights post is something that caught my eye when I was idly surfing t'internet.  Tesco are advertising for Duty Managers for their London express stores.

Nothing unusual in that.

Except they are advertising in Slovakia. 

I can't do hyperlinks for the moment, so copy and paste the following into your address bar-

http://tinyurl.com/5s8nfgd

Every little helps!

Just Testing

I've downloaded some app thing that allows me to publish to my blog from my phone. This is the first time I've used it.

I'm still without a broadband connection after moving house over five weeks ago so a big thanks to Sky and BT who between them couldn't organise the preverbial piss up.

Anyway, I'll try and attempt to publish something, if my patience with the smallest keyboard in history holds out.

For the time being, have a look at the Rablet striking a pose but not getting it quite right!

Just a quickie...

I've been silent due to having no broadband as we have moved house. Apparently Sky's easy and quick transfer is a load of bullshit as new customers take priority and we waited a month for a phone line and as of today we still have no broadband.

So, Sky and BT, fuck you very much.

Anyway, I have stolen some broadband from the out-laws to type this so I can let you know I'm not dead.

I'm still around on twitter now and again, my new phone only allows me to sign in to twitter for some reason, trying to sign into blogger is beyond it's capability. Follow me @Jock_Bastard.

Anyway, I hope to pop up again shortly.

A BMW driver writes....

Twat Mobile

A day from the diary of a BMW driver...

The other day I was cruising along as usual coming onto one of my motorways,which was very busy with inferior cars.

First off, I couldn't believe that the volume of traffic DIDN'T slow down for me AT ALL as I came off the slip road!

I had to squeeze into a barely big enough gap between two cars in order to get onto my motorway!

The driver of the car behind me did realise his mistake though and honked an apology to me with a long blast of his horn.

Unbelievably, I had to do the same again before I could get to the BMW lane.

Anyway, once I was in the BMW lane and posing along at 110 mph enjoying the adulation that the inferior car drivers were giving me,

I noticed an inferior car ahead of me which was not only in the BMW lane of my motorway, but was driving at a ridiculous 70 mph!

Naturally, I got within a foot or so of his rear bumper and flashed my headlights to remind him he shouldn't be in the BMW lane of my motorway and to get out of my way.

Of course, once he realised it was a BMW behind him, he did just that, but I could hardly believe it when he pulled straight back out behind me!

He also tried to keep up with me and when he realised I would out-run him, he put on some blue lights in his front grill and urged me to get onto the hard shoulder so that he could congratulate me on my excellent car.

Needless to say, I was eager to oblige and when we had stopped, the man gave me a piece of paper confirming what I already knew - that my car goes fast!

Apparently he wants everyone to know what a superior car I have, so I had to take my drivers licence to a police station to be sent away to have some points put on!

(They're not free points either - they're £20 each and I was only allowed 3.)

But the man at the police station said that because I drive a BMW, it won't be much longer before I earn the full 12 points, and then I won't even NEED a driving licence, so they will take it off me!

See, now THAT'S the sort of respect you get when you own and drive a BMW!


(nicked from elsewhere...)