Month: March 2016

The Ten Plagues of Brexit: Nicky Morgan, Death of Firstborn

The Ten Plagues of Brexit: Death of Firstborn (with Nicky Morgan)
Nicky Morgan MP warns of death of first born

A vote to leave the European Union could have a devastating impact on the life chances of young people, Education Secretary Nicky Morgan has said.

Entering the debate over EU membership, she urged parents and grandparents to think how their vote would affect opportunities for the next generation.

“It’s clear, that if Britain leaves Europe it will be young people who suffer the most, left in limbo while we struggle to find and then negotiate an alternative model. In doing so we risk that lost generation becoming a reality,” she said.

“And everyone who casts their vote must understand that. If parents and grandparents vote to leave, they’ll be voting to gamble with their children and grandchildren’s future.

The so called BBC.

I must stop giving them ideas EU Directive 11:1-12:36

I am a free agent – Giacomo Casanova

Giacomo Casanova by Anton Raphael Mengs

“I will begin with this confession; whatever I have done in the course of my life, whether it be good or evil, has been done freely: I am a free agent” Giacomo Casanova

Upon reading the excellent pieces by Tachybaptus concerning the Saints, I thought for the sake of balance that a piece about a sinner would not go amiss. Enter Giacomo Casanova, born in Venice in 1725, died in Bohemia in 1798, two years before the fin de siecle; his life therefore spanning a good three quarters of the 18th century. There have probably been quite a few men like him, and probably more to come, but not many who have chronicled their lives as thoroughly has he has done in his “Story Of My life.” Fortunate for us that he was bored out of his skull working as the librarian to Count Joseph Karl von Waldstein in a remote castle in Bohemia in his latter years.

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Solidarity Bus to Brussels April 1st 2016
Brussels Grand Palace

Solidarity Bus to Brussels April 1st 2016

7.00am departure.

Please sign up to reserve you place on the Brussels Solidarity Bus. Transport will be on one of our extensive fleet of two luxury coaches. We will be picking up from all locations around the UK that are within nine miles of Islington. Tickets are limited to a maximum number of two per couple.

We will be crossing over via ferry and spending a short sightseeing and fraternisation interval at the migrant camps before heading on to Brussels. Please do bring high visibility jackets so as to facilitate orderly exit immediately filming has concluded. Loose change and valuables are best left on the bus.

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Saint Quilda – Martyr, c.1435–1487, canonised 1591

Attr, the SNP
Modern day St Quilda

She was born Anna Grisinek, daughter of a peasant in the neighbourhood of Mrk, in present-day Croatia. As a girl, Anna was renowned for her ugliness, for which she more than compensated with intense piety and devotion, spending many hours at prayer in the village church. Failing to find a suitor, in 1465 she entered the nearby Dominican convent of St Alginus, taking the name Quilda (of unknown origin, possibly a version of the Celtic St Kilda). Her piety and her abilities rapidly raised her to the post of abbess. The sisters already observed the strict Rule of Serbonius of Perge (later canonised as St Serbonius), which obliged them to walk at all times on their knees; Quilda made it more arduous still by having the stone floors covered with pebbles.

In 1487 an Ottoman invasion bore down on the town of Mrk, and it seemed that the convent would be sacked and the nuns violated by the Turks. Quilda prayed earnestly for deliverance, and her prayer was answered: suddenly her teeth grew to enormous length and sharpness, a sight so hideous that the other nuns fled the chapel. When the Turkish troops broke down the door, the transformed Quilda stood alone to confront them. At the miraculous spectacle, the commander and all his men fell to their knees and converted to Christianity on the spot; after which both they and Quilda were beheaded by the rest of the army. The Turks, however, left the convent untouched for fear of what else they might find.
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But I don’t want to live here, Dad…

Street urchins

It was 1974 when Dad decided he was going to move us to a new house, in a neighbourhood 14 miles away. I recall being very upset that it would be the end of so many things that had become important to me. It would mean a change of school, there would be no park to play in, and little if any opportunity to see the friends I’d made over the ten years we had been in our old house. I liked the old house, with its creaking stairs, Victorian flourishes in terracotta and its shaky sash windows. I liked to trace the designs in the ceramic tiles in the little porch. The new place was modern, plain and functional, just like the new neighbours who all seemed to live behind venetian blinds, locked away in their own private little cocoon of domestic solitude. The old neighbourhood had a certain buzz. People looked out for each other. I remember coming home from school Summer camp in 1969 to find Mum and Dad were not at home. My Nan had died after a long struggle with cancer and they had gone to her funeral. The lady from up the street met the bus that brought me home and took me into her house and gave me sympathy, fish fingers, chips and beans. It wasn’t like that in the new place.

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The Sunday Sermon with Going Postal, 27th March 2016

Morning congregation. Today the vicar is having a lie in and thanking the Lord and the English football team for his bounty, 3-2, 3-2, 3-2, 3-2 .  .   . The roof repair fund is blessed.

Please welcome our guest vicar Mr Tachybaptus who will be giving the reading this morning on St Montgomery, more popularly know as Mongomerius the Hermit.

SAINT MONTGOMERY – Hermit, c.540–after 622, canonised 1120, feast day 26 August 

St Montgomery is the popular name of Mongomerius the Hermit. Born around 540 in Alexandria, he showed an early talent for religious commentary, and at the age of six wrote a refutation of the Gnostic cosmology of the Gospel According to St Thomas which caused much controversy in his native city, as much for the extreme nature of its views as for the youth of its author. 

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Corbyn : My Life As a Top Boy In The Common Purpose Inter city Firm

“yeah in them days i first teamed up with Max Wall in the ’50’s. we started out returning our library books late then moved up the criminal ladder to knock down ginger.”

“Me and and Max hide our spoons in the peak of our cap ,and jack slipper of the yard was none the wiser, but if any one took liberties , out come the spoons and we played ’em double quick to ‘when im cleaning windows’ .not even Billy Hill Or them fackin Mugs the Krays dared to cross us. The puffs”

Mr Wall

“unfortunately we tried to take on Arthur Askeys Firm .. but they beat me senseless and took me Dunlop green flash”.

“Did i ever tell you that time me and ‘blue ball’ moshia from jack spots old crew charged Charles Hawtrees mob at bramall lane??..the blade business crew casually kicked the shite out of us, and they taxed max’s Sergio tacchini jodphurs..”

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