Spain has wind farms on much of the high ground.
Huge windmills, each of them that can apparently power 50.000 homes.

We have solar farms almost everywhere.
They are supposed to be able to power a city.

So what the fuck happened yesterday, 28th April?

At around 1pm power went out for the entire Iberian peninsula.
There was no Internet, not even cellular coverage and no mobile signal.

I was working in an area which rarely has power cuts, but I decided to drive into the town 20 minutes away to pick up a signal there.

At this point nobody had any idea of the size of the area without power.
Of course, everything was off in the town.
Shops were closing along with offices, bars and restaurants.

I continued to drive to the city where my warehouse is.
The electric security gate was open, thankfully, but there were no staff.
They had been sent home early with the hope that they could manage to get through the huge traffic jams caused by not having any traffic lights.

There was one guy in the warehouse, able to work as a few of the electric fork lifts still had power.
But he wasn’t there to work.
He had been told to stay behind to guard the place as there was no way of shutting the security gates and the alarm systems were not working.
I will have to pay him extra for that.

He was under instructions to sleep there if necessary.

Loaded by a forklift with the stuff I needed I headed home.

Electric cars were abandoned on the side of the main roads and motorways.
Fuel cars were abandoned too as they had run out of petrol.
Petol pumps in the service stations were not working.

Impossible to call anyone for assistance.
People were trying to hitch a lift by the side of the roads.

Fire engines were everywhere.
Going to rescue people stuck in lifts.

It was fucking mayhem.

I managed to get home and Mrs Cunter had thoughtfully made me some sandwiches while there was still daylight.

We sat on our terrace in candlelight with a warm bottle of wine.
Everything in the freezer was fucked and will need to be chucked out.

Just after midnight and about 11 hours after the power cut, the lights came back on.

Nobody knows what caused the outage for 60 million people yesterday, but I just hope that these Just Stop Oil and the EV enthusiasts take note.

Although only an 11 hour disruption, getting things back to normal will take a week.

Greta Thunberg, you are a fucking cunt.

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Nominated by The Artful Cunter.

This dirty old young man used to be an “adviser” to duckie Wes Streeting, he of the peaches and cream complexion and ruby red lipstick, friend of Dorothy and uphill gardener. Earlier this year this dirty little bugger exposed himself to a woman of 25 and a young GIRL of 13 – he was sitting in his car having a J Arthur, and he took it upon himself to follow the young girl. She must have been terrified.

In all fairness, Wessy was “horrified” (he clearly didn’t realise that Sammy wasn’t quare), and Mr Gould resigned (in the end). he will never darken Streeting’s back passage again. Ilford North is free of sin again.

Yesterday Mr Gould (I wonder if he is a relation of Georgia Gould, who is the daughter of the late Philip Gould – “Blair’s favourite pollster” – given his political position as a right wing poofterm such an appointment wouldn’t be a surprise) faced justice is in court.

A 22 week suspended sentence and it seems not even placed on the Sex Offenders Register. Just imagine if Sammy had been on the farrrrr-right, or been a labourer – he would be behind bars this morning.

Guido

Nominated by W C Boggs.

The news is no longer dependable in any real meaning. Any ‘big’ stories are presented with a biased slant, depending on the internal politics of the outlet.. On the same point, for example, one crowd will call a certain group of people taken and held against their will ‘hostages’, while another will call them ‘captives’. That’s subtle, but enough to be missed by swathes of the unthinking-for-themselves. But the point of view is still promoted. ‘Murdered by’ and ‘killed by’ another 2 different ways to describe the ending of a life(s), as a second example.
Vehicles purposely driven in to crowds(jesus what a sentence) describers (I’m loathe to call these cunts journalists)get that one wrong all the time.

And if there’s a story too big to be ‘spun’, then it will remain unreported altogether. Effnick outrages particularly (crime, antisocial creepy behaviour en masse etc.) The omission of any detail if a perpetrator is of a certain subset to a point of ridiculousness (describing the colour of a rapist-on-the-run’s sweatshirt but not if he’s black, if he is black). Describing a rapist or murderers skin colour is not racism, it’s simply a fact.

Even the fucking filler – like this link below – has a slant to it. A non-story if there ever was one, .. it’s pure ‘pro’ the absolute tool that it’s about – who should have been told to fuck off with it, when he decided to call it in and make a deal out of it for self-promotional reasons/attention-neediness. But instead someone took the time to type it up & put it out to the world like it matters. A ‘Stop Press’ situation it certainly ain’t.

There was a car-into-crowd occurrence yesterday, as I type this, eleven dead .. but the news feed all day didn’t proffer that to me once. THIS 9 month old tat came up instead just now (prompting the nom).

I didn’t cunt the bbc specifically, because this ‘reporting’ of bullshit is widespread across the board. All the time now. But this one is particularly low-bar. With pathetic posed-for pictures for good measure. Have these type of people no shame whatsoever?

C-U-N-T-S, everyone involved.

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Nominated by Cuntemall.

Now, this nom isn’t restricted to just wimmin, but they are the culprits in the vast majority of cases.
I think we can all recognise media-savvy well trained speakers who blight our TV screens with endless head nodding and animated arm and hand movements that are well beyond Parkinson’s and bordering on Epilepsy.
There was some aspiring junior reporter that crammed in the full quota of presenting nous, but to me, she was bordering on offering her heady oversight in semaphore. A couple of flags was all that was required.
I don’t really know if any of the ISAC faithful are cut from the same cloth or have a background in delivering presentations, lectures or training, but having endured some formal training many years ago, I was always told that any gimmicks or gestures were employed to distract the audience from what was being said. Or in other words, if you need to move around, or move your hands or head, then what you were saying was essentially crap.
Sorry folks, can’t find a link but any daily news bulletin will do…

better help

Nominated by Smells Fishy Link by Jeezum Priest.

‘Free Form’ is that style of jazz which is characterised by a rejection of traditional jazz conventions such as set chord progressions and melodic structures, opting instead for individual expression and group improvisation. It says here.

Anyway, it’s a kind of ‘music’ that puts me in a bad mood. The wife and I are not long back from lunch in a favourite café of ours, where the owners unfortunately persist in playing this tripe, no doubt under the misguided belief that it creates a bit of ambience to the place. So we sat and ate our admittedly excellent meal for an hour before I plucked up the courage to ask them to turn it down a bit.

Until that point, we had Animal from ‘The Muppets’ crashing about on drums. We had some cunt doing an endless, toneless ‘dum dum dum dum’ walk up and down the double bass. We had a collection of wassocks jangling and tootling a seemingly random collection of notes on piano, sax and trumpet. And we had some bird who fancied herself as Ella Fitzgerald occasionally chiming in with ‘yahdooby darby dooby darby do’.

In other words, a cachophonous racket of jumbled noise which constitutes nothing more than an assault against the ears. Who listens to this shit? Who actually appreciates it enough to pay to see it performed? That’s what I’d like to know. It’s a fucking atrocity.

Anyway, take it away fellas.

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Erm, niiiice.

Nominated by Ron Knee.