Friday, 1 April 2016

In, out, in, out, being shaken all about



1 April

It’s happened again! We’ve made plans to go off to North Wales for the day on the strength of the BBC weather forecast all through yesterday. We got up early, got up early, got our packed lunch ready and then we watched the forecast; opps, now it’s due to rain while we were expecting to be at the top of the Horse Shoe Pass. Neither of us fancy getting wet or riding around on the scooter getting even wetter. So now we will pop over to Brum for a couple of hours looking at the market and so on. The packed lunch will now be our dinner when we later today.
  
And we’ve just been caught on an April Fool’s jobbie. Jan is on Facebook and there’s a photo of jaguar hunting a rabbit in Richmond Park … and we fell for it … yeahyeahyeah. Our county council did one a few years ago when they photographed some council workers taking down the ‘Welcome to Warwickshire’ signs and hanging ‘Welcome to Tellytubbyland.’ Loads were caught on that one.

As part of the run up to the referendum on a couple of months’ time, the Tonight programme last night was looking at how full the UK is. The reporter went to London, then on to Boston, Fleetwood and finally to Oldham. It claimed there is a clear North/South divide when it comes to housing refugees, with none in the South of the country. Housing is cheaper in the North so that is why most of them are sent there on their arrival. The interview with some locals in Fleetwood raised some issues that need to be acted on; the first one is aimed at accepting and housing refugees when there are so many ex-service personal homeless.

The second is the same as I thought when all the pictures were in about floods of people crossing the sea between Turkey and Greece. There was a clear difference in amount of fit, able young men without a family, then there was with those older and with families. The fear for those Fleetwood men was that the younger men were ISIS members being sent over to commit terror attacks within Europe. The attacks in Paris and Brussels were committed by men who came over like that. They were also concerned that the town was far too small to take a lot of refugees.

Boston however, has been rejuvenated by the numbers of EU workers who have come over to pick harvests in the area. The main issue seems to be the lack of English voices in the town now, as well as an increase in the crime figures since their arrival. The issue I find hard is that if we didn’t allow them in, who would pick the crops? The local youngsters would take up the jobs on offer. That is not on at all. Now we are pandering to the lazy kids as well as increasing our overall population.

The lack of English voices is an issue all over the UK though. In London it’s the norm now to be served by someone with a foreign accent. The foreign accents are increasing here in Dorktown as well, perhaps not as bad as in some other places, but it’s still there. Every so often we are given in immigration figures, yet the show claimed that a truer picture of the situation is the allocation of Nation Insurance numbers, which 400,000 higher than the immigration is. The NI is needed for tax collection and to claim so many benefits that we are all entitled to. A government KWANGO is investigating the differences in the figures.

On the news last night it was claimed that the FA was concerned that if the vote is for leaving the EU, then a large number of the best footy players who are from EU countries will have to leave. Ah diddums; that might scare some people, but for me it’s another reason for voting us out!

Today’s photo … 
 More Colours.

Today’s funny …

An anthropologist was assigned to Borneo, where he found a guide with a canoe to take him up the river to the remote site where he would make his collections. At noon on the second day of travel up the river they began to hear drums. "What are those drums?" asked the anthropologist, knowing he was in cannibal country.
The guide turned to him and said "No worry. Drums OK, but very bad when they stop." They both went ghostly pale when the drums suddenly stopped. The guide crouched in the belly of the canoe and covered his ears.
"Do as I do! Very important!" intoned the guide with great urgency.
"Why? What does this mean?" asked the panicked anthropologist.
"Drums stop! Next come guitar solo!"
                  

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