Remember the days when your G.P – even more any consultant you saw – was a real gentleman. Nice suit, crisp white shirt, collar and tie – impeccable manners?.

In films you would have got James Mason or Sir Ralph Richardson. Those days have gone, alas, now doctors are no longer allowed to wear ties because of “health” concerns, and the kids coming out of medical school, having been force fed left wing Communist/Labour bullshit since they started their “education” (such as it is).

We are now getting a new breed like Whyte, and a very unpleasant sort of mongrel, who despite the posh spellings of his names (“y” instead of “I”) is an out and out socialist, and they even have the temerity to infect the British Medical Association,. The more you read about men like this the more you can understand militant medics and self-important stuck up nurses:

Daily Fail

Nominated by W.C. Boggs.

I love a beer or several but sometimes I am utterly confused as to which one I should buy and ultimately drink. There are many choices out there and I like so many.

A ice cold Spanish larger in a frosted glass always hits the spot when I am in Diego land. Back home in rural England when it is 50 degrees and damp less so.

I love to try the many small brewery delights that offer a wide range of products. .Batemans a local brewery to me have a wide and delicious selection ;-Yella belly gold, XB, triple XB, Dark fruits porter and so the list goes on.

Even local supermarkets have many many beers to chose from. McEwans Champion Ale is a firm favourite of mine but strong so mind how you go. Hobgoblin Ruby is another favourite tasty but less strong.

Some years ago I used to love to go on a P&O mini cruise to Bruges and come home with a boot full of delights. I once brought a case of beer that was 13% which is fucking strong real fucking strong. This was a brown beer and not sickly like the special brew slops.

I could go on for ages because there are many brilliant beers to choose, But which one. The choice at times can be a cunt.

Just don’t ever choose and worse still drink a carling black label. Fucking hell revolting cats piss in a glass.

Nominated by Everyonesacunt.

Edi Rama:

MSN Link.

…is the cunt Albanian PM, the beneficiary of ten years of rigged elections and graft. He’s a very good pal of the Blair monster, and has been since 2013, the pair of them having much in corrupt common. Recently the two were seen in cahoots in order to divert resources from Europe towards a collection of Balkan oligarchs.

TXT Report Link.

(Admin, I hope you will allow me extra links here) (Allowed. Carry on – NA)

Fair enough, if tens of thousands of your young people are abandoning your sinking ship in order to fetch up on Dover beach, then I suppose that ripping your EU neighbours off might mitigate the problem…if those resources did not immediately disappear into the governmental trousers. (Though by 2017, the need may have abated. 1/3 of Albania’s GDP was due to drug trafficking.)

Responding to the UK’s very justifiable proposed repatriation of his illegally immigrating countrymen, Edi unburdens himself in the first link thus:

Britain is in such a “bad, bad place” over the Channel migration crisis that government ministers are resorting to blaming his country “to feel like they still have muscle”.
and that Britain is suffering a “nervous breakdown” over immigration.

No, sunshine. You’re just trying to look important. And disguise the fact that we’re sending your cunts back with your agreement.

Balkan Insight Link.

Though that won’t appear in the Albanian press – “Journalists critical of the government face regular political attacks aiming to discredit them, and they have trouble accessing public information, which is at risk of further restrictions by a recent centralisation of government communication.” (Reporters Without Borders: Albania)

Rama është një piçkë!

Nominated by : Komodo

Lovely big, firm peaches. What a joy they are to behold. I salivate at the sight.

So this is a problem, I hear you ask? Well I’m beginning to think that it might be in my case, because I just can’t stop thinking about them. If I’m awake, I’m searching the internet for pictures of them. If I’m out, the radar is on; it’s murder on holiday, at the beach or by the pool. If I’m asleep, I dream about them.

The older I get, the worse it seems to get. I fear for my blood pressure. The wife says I’m obsessed, and blames it all on ‘that Salma Hayak’, but it’s hardly her fault for having those made in heaven beauties of hers. Imagine massaging them with warm oil for an hour or six…

Perhaps I am a bit sick in the head at that, but if I am, the problem is that I don’t really want to be cured. So I’ll console myself with the thought that as addictions go, it’s pretty harmless. It’s hardly crack is it, so the worst side effect I’m likely to get is a sore knob.

Maybe counselling would help…

muscle and fitness

Nominated by Ron Knee

Way back when I was young, we as a family all sat down to watch the Eurovision song contest……back when it was a ‘proper’ contest and you had to admit at the end, the winning song was probably one of the best on merit.

I loved the running ‘tongue in cheek’ ridicule of other songs, singers and countries by the fantastic Wogan commentary. To be fair, for me it wasn’t about the songs, but simply put- Wogan. He made it watchable and entertaining…even with the inevitable (and amusing) tactical voting between countries….Wogan always predicted correctly what would happen.

However….over the last 20 odd years it has been hijacked by the gay community…not as a song contest, but as a showpiece for puffy weirdos. The ‘community’ see it as a vehicle to promote licking and arseing….and is a propaganda tool to be used on the young and innocent who tune in to see what it’s all about.

I gave up watching after the demise of Wogan…..I watched the first two years of Norton and to be fair he didn’t do a bad job of piss taking, but now he has realised taking the piss means he is actually taking the piss out of his own kind, then he has pretty much stopped.

Don’t get me wrong, I was never an avid fan, but it used to be good with Wogan and a few beers and tune in and out of during the evening….not it’s just a big advert to try and ‘normalise’ puffery.

Gaytimes

Nominated by Chuff Chugger.