Saturday, 9 February 2008
Then they came for the Socialists and the Trade Unionists but I was not one of them,so I did not speak out.
Then they came for the Jews but I was not Jewish so I did not speak out.
And when they came for me, there was no one left to speak out for me
Thing is, it has played on my mind since,it has special significance for some reason or other.
Part of the significance is a chap I know, who I now believe I could not trust further than I could throw him, and that would not be at all far.
He will not read this blog, and does not to my knowledge use the Internet, but over the years I have listened to him and his woes, tried my best to advise him the best I could, when it would have been easier to turn away.
We know many of the same people and indeed he is a like able chap in him self, but I know he has betrayed my own confidences to him, nothing that will ever bite me on the arse, but betrayed me he has.
All he will have got out of it is a false sense of importance and self esteem, but deep down he must feel like a piece of S---, not me saying that, but that will be his perception of self.
He as an importance of been in on the inside track so to speak.
He has told me many things, and they will go no further.
He seems to like mixing with some of "the people" who have business's in the area, somehow hoping a bit of the gold dust will rub off onto him.
I always had him down for more, and against the advice of 2 people who know me as well as I sometimes think I know myself, I carried on giving him time.
Thing is , I can no longer deny him to be a best a bit of a mouth, for I dropped a couple of what I call depth charges, and things have got back to me.
Thing is, I now know I can no longer trust a couple of others in the bargain, but I would rather know than not.
Many years ago a great friend of mine who is Black African always used to say that dealing with some humans was like putting your hand in a bucket of snakes, meaning I suppose it was a matter of time before you got bit,the older I get the more I know where he is coming from.
Believe it or not I have always been a sensitive soul, great believer of right and wrong, and being as straight as one can be, word is my bond , handshake is a deal etc, but the older I get the more I realise how marginalised us sort of people are becoming.
I have printed below a poem, a very dear grandfather type figure introduced me to many many If by moons ago.
IF..... Rudyard Kipling
IF you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and DisasterAnd treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spokenTwisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinewTo serve your turn long after they are gone,And so hold on when there is nothing in youExcept the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minuteWith sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
Mr Pugh said he was delighted to be playing a leading role in the Society A society set up to protect the environment of Snowdonia has appointed former Welsh Assembly Government minister Alun Pugh as director.
I just knew he would pop up somewhere, he will be back in the Daily Post with such regularity now you will be able to set your watch by it!
No bad thing for Snowdonia in fairness though.
Friday, 8 February 2008
The old National Milk bar as I remember it, to the younger people, Burger king, is still on the market "To Let".
The asking rent is £95,000 per year, a lot of money, but also a large building in a prime location, the owner, will rightly expect a fair return on his/ her money.But the killer blow must surely be the business rates, they are £30,464 per year.And what for? They will not even get their bins emptied for that figure, another form of high rate tax if you ask me.
The top picture is of Finneys furniture store, by the new Parc Llandudno, is on the To Let market for according to the agents site £140,000 per year, with rates payable of £21,600 per year. Just in case you were wondering, it is only for the bottom floor, for the price, I am sure you wondered!
The world is going truely mad my friends.
Thursday, 7 February 2008
Wednesday, 6 February 2008
according to the dimensions of the foot.
Perhaps they could think of the above when they are wasting our money, just because the budget is many millions, it does not mean they can waste the tens and hundreds of pounds.
"Carry Burton from the team said she was "disappointed" at the decision as the "whole community would benefit".
"It's difficult to know what to do next," she said.
"We have the machine sitting in police HQ. We were hopeful the appeal would go through, we haven't any plans on what to do next".
Who in their right mind would have shelled out £10,000 of someone Else's money with out having had the location etc boxed off in advance?
Perhaps there lies a clue, it never was their money, rather ours.
If I wanted to build a house and had to have permission to cross some Else's land to get to the house, that person refused,then that in normal circumstances would be the end of it.
In this case the Council had said, it would not allow access across their land, yet in spite of this , they ploughed on with the appeal.
How crazy is that?
perhaps they should all now have a whip round to pay the ratepayers back the cost of the appeal, and then try and get their money back.
Or how about sitting the machine at the back of their headquarters in Old Colwyn, it would be safe enough there.
Monday, 4 February 2008
Sunday, 3 February 2008
Will have top wait until the subject gets around a little.
An older woman gets pulled over for speeding...
Older Woman: Is there a problem, Officer?
Officer: Ma'am, you were speeding.
Older Woman: Oh, I see.
Officer: Can I see your licence please?
Older Woman: I'd give it to you but I don't have one.
Officer: Don't have one?
Older Woman: Lost it, four years ago for drink driving.
Officer: I see...Can I see your vehicle registration please.
Older Woman: I can't do that.
Officer: Why not?
Older Woman: I stole this car.
Officer: Stole it?
Older Woman: Yes, and I killed the owner and and hacked them up.
Officer: You what?
Older Woman: His body parts are in plastic bags in the boot if you want to see.
The officer looks at the woman and slowly backs away to his car and calls for back up. Within minutes five police cars circle the car. A senior officer slowly approaches the car, clasping his half drawn baton.
Officer 2: Ma'am, could you step out of your car please!
The woman steps out of her car.
Older woman: Is there a problem sir?
Officer 2: One of my officers told me that you have stolen this car and murdered the owner.
Older Woman: Murdered the owner?
Officer 2: Yes, could you please open the boot of your car, please.
The woman opens the boot. It is empty.
Officer 2: Is this your car, ma'am?
Older Woman: Yes, here are the registration papers.
The officer is quite stunned.
Officer 2: One of my officers claims that you do not have a driving licence.
The woman digs into her handbag and pulls out a licence.
The officer examines it. He looks quite puzzled.
Officer 2: Thank you ma'am, one of my officers told me you didn't have a licence, that you stole this car, and that you murdered and hacked up the owner.
Older Woman: Bet the liar told you I was speeding, too.