Saturday 4 May 2013

There's No Smoke Without UKIP

Alison left me some sandwiches in the fridge yesterday. She keeps trying to make me eat healthy but I'm having none of it. Bloody wholemeal bread and full of some weird smelly Greek stuff. I gave them to the dog. I should have known better because anything like that always makes him fart. The bloke who came in the afternoon to do my feet (Jason his name is) kept looking at me funny. I think he thought it was me.

Jason (what sort of a name's that?) asked me if I'd voted and I said yes  and I'd voted for UKIP. Jason kind of nodded and changed the subject which wasn't hard because the dog had farted again. I wasn't sure at first because I didn't want to vote for a party with a leader with a French name but I had a long chat with Maggie over the bar the night before and she said I should. I always used to vote Tory but this lot have gone soft. I mean you can't even have a fag in the pub any more. Not only that but UKIP are the only party who can see the sense in cutting tax for the rich and putting up income tax for everyone else. I mean, Robin Hood was wrong - if you rob from the rich to give to the poor, all the poor will do is sit on their arses. It's about time people started to stick up for the Sheriff of Nottingham if you ask me. He's always had a bad press. I mean, I bet there wasn't any crime in Sherwood Forest (apart from Robin Hood that is). Perhaps they should make a film - none of your Errol Flynn crap but one about the whole thing from the Sheriff's side. I don't know if he's done any acting but perhaps Nigel could be persuaded to star in it.

It's expensive work being rich. They've got posh cars and decent suits to buy and you can't make yourself a million without a nanny to look after the kids while your doing it. It wouldn't hurt the man in the street to help out and to have to pay a bit more for less. It might make him get off his arse.

Anyway, enough of all that. Here's some music - Smoke Gets In Your Eyes. With a bit of luck it soon will be doing down the pub again:


19 comments:

  1. Do you take bookings for after-dinner speeches, Jim? Margaret Thatcher used to get about £40,000 for half an hour, so I reckon you could supplement your pension nicely.

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  2. Hope you feel better getting all that off your chest Jim - I'll be back to see what else you have strong views on. Very refreshing .

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  3. Came over from tom's blog...to see what all the fuss was about....
    Jim, are you THE Jim from THE ARCHES!?

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  4. Tom: Thank you for the wonderful plug you gave to my ramblings on your blog. I don't think I'd be up for after-dinner speeches. Youthful and fresh I may be(as you kindly suggest), but I usually have 40 winks after dinner.

    Elaine: Thank you for visiting and leaving a comment. I do feel better, thank you.

    John Gray: Arches? Do you mean The Archers? If so, no. I have The Archers on but I'm usually asleep.

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    1. It's a Bank Holiday weekend, Jim. Mr Gray's spell-checker is on holiday. I hope your spell-checker is working though, and you really do have forty winks after dinner, otherwise I would be even more daunted by your youthful freshness.

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    2. Winks it is I'm afraid, these days.

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  5. I must stop back and thank Tom for coming across your opinions. I wonder what he was searching for. In any event, I enjoyed your bit and will be back.

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    1. Somehow, Jim found me - not the other way round.

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    2. Thank you and thank you for following. I've been to your blog and I'll follow you too.

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  6. Tom's recommendation sent me over. Soon you'll discover that I have no spell- nor grammar-checker - but I try to put mind over syntax. In Germany all politicians are afraid of the new AfD party - which is for Europe, but against the Euro. We'll see in autumn how they will perform.

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    1. Thanks for your comment and for following me. I've been over to your blog and I'll follow it too.

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  7. A straight talking man and you made me laugh so gotta follow (for a while at least) Are you honestly 82?

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    1. No, I'm 80. Thank you for following. Do you have a blog? I can't find it.

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    2. Oops - thought you sounded a lot younger than 82. I'm a bit old myself. You might find my blogsite on someothermountain.blogspot.com You write a great blog

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    1. It would be nice to think so. Sad to read about your run-in with your poor old bogbrush.

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  9. "sandwiches in the fridge" What nonsense man !

    Proving that you are not exactly flush enough to have your own housekeeper or capable of picking up the phone and ordering fresh food from the deli.

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    1. Eh? I haven't got to pennies to rub together. And if I did they'd take one of them off me in bloody tax.

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  10. Oh that song Jim. All the latest - we oldies must stick together to get some proper music back - got me feeling all goose-pimply (mind you I am half way to that anyway at my age).

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