Spring over

Well this week Mrs May here in the UK has made a deep and meaningful speech on the future of the exit from the EU. The problem is she speaks in platitudes to her right wing nutters, she speaks in sound bite nonsense to everyone else so that next week when she is challenged she can face the other way and say ‘that is not what I meant, this is what I meant’. In the meantime this country slips into a bog, on the edge of a cliff in the dark, all the while pointy faced racists shouting we’re taking back control handing out blindfolds and buying up gold for the crash.

A nurse I used to work with, has this week shared or reposted on Facebook a vile, deeply unpleasant and misogynistic post from someone called Jayden F*** I can’t bring myself to type her name, this calls for banning the burka in Britain, now whatever the rights or wrongs of women’s clothing it is not for me to comment. But what I can do is identify the source. If the source of a statement is from a proven racist, who recently commented on the newest prospective member of the royal family and the idea that this person of non-white background will sully the pure Britishness of the Saxe-Cohburgs (the irony of that will be lost on the racists). So here’s a tip free speech is fine, but take care in repeating what others might say, you’ll be tarred with the same brush, quite rightly I think.

A young man has this week been sentenced for driving a car into women wearing clothing identifying them as Muslims. There is a cancer in some parts of this society.

Small signs of hope in USA  a small reaction against guns, I expect it’ll wear out though, I hope not.

There’s been a bit of winter at the start of spring and it’s all gone pear-shaped here.

The winter Olympics ended, and in a blurry waking moment I listened to a report on the Bob Sleighing, in my other world it became the Bog Slaying, with wild Vikings smashing up some soft squelchy ground in their Berserker frenzy, getting more frustrated as they sank up to their navels in sphagnum moss.

On a final note a relation has a big birthday soon, it seems they will be going on a Virgin Experience, I really do not know what to make of that…, except oxymoron.