A new car, different cops and the EU(again)

16 June 2013

Tomorrow I am due to change my car.  I phoned the Fiat dealer and at last the new Doblo is there and is ready to be collected at 11am in the morning.   So this morning I've had the Golf through the car wash and hovered it right through.  Even so it's not pristine, after all, it's three year old now.

On the way home I called in to have a look at the Anchor now that it is open again.  It actually opened on the Friday after we went off to Weston.  I'm impressed with it too.  Clean, light and airy with the side room opened up for general use.  They also now do meals there too.  But of more interest to me is the addition of two real ales.  One is Hobgoblin and the other is Weddington Wobbler, an ale they have had brewed just for them.  And very nice it is too. 

And so after six years New Scotland Yard is making some progress in the Madeleine McCann case.  It's about time too; however, it does show yet again how the differences within the justice system of each member state of the EU might be seen as working against each other.  Look at the man who is appealing his conviction for the murder of his girl friend in Greece.  He's been told it could be 18 months before the appeal is heard.  Surely that can't right!  We hear of it because it's a Brit being tried, but just how fair is it for the locals?  And if locals are being dealt with quicker then there is a clear case of deliberate hold ups. 

Still on the EU ... Sweden has asked the EU to look at raising tax on meat products.  The issue is not so much about rights and wrongs of meat eating but whether or not producing meat is causing additional green house gases and thereby increasing the warming of the planet.  And guess what?  The EU has order an investigation into it!  Our Sunday roast dinners are likely to be tax then.  I wonder when some bright Euronut will think us an reason to tax the air we breath?

Photo time ... 

pansies at the Clark Shopping Village.

Today's funny ...

A construction worker goes to his GP and says, "Doc, you've got to help me.  I am so constipated."  He drops his trousers and pants.

The doctor examines him and then says, "Lean over the desk."  The worker does so and without warning the doctor whacks him on the buttocks with a baseball bat and then tell him to go use the bathroom.

He comes back a few minutes later with a relieved look and says, "Doc, I've just dumped for the first time in weeks.  I feel great.  What can I do to stop the constipation coming back?"

The doctor says, "Stop wiping with old cement bags!"