Saturday, 24 June 2017

Vale, Bystander...

Some sad news, my Blogroll is in 'Missing Man' formation today:



It's fair to say we had differing views on crime and punishment. I had quite a few run-ins with him at his blog, but he was always interesting and informative, and very good natured about it.

Such a shame he didn't get to enjoy a well earned and long retirement.

H/T: CJ Nerd via email

It Was The Property Developers Wot Dunnit!

Ed Vulliamy weeps for the 'community' he knew...
A contemporary free glossy magazine called The Hill describes the neighbourhood of my youth to its wealthy readers as “a no-go area for sure”. That’s not how I remember things; I think Notting Hill was a special place to grow up. It had its well established white working class, many of whom lived in poverty described by the politician Alan Johnson in his memoir. It had been largely built by the Irish, who had begun arriving in the mid-19th century and continued to do so. It was settled in the 1940s by refugees from General Franco’s uprising against the Spanish republic, and during the 50s by those arriving from the West Indies on boats such as the Windrush, shipped by then minister of labour, Enoch Powell, to provide a cheap workforce.
 I think there's a clue there. Can anyone see what it is?
My parents came from the latest influx, mostly white, of jazz-generation bohemians, into this minestrone population. Ironically, Ladbroke Grove was one of the few affordable areas in London for mum and dad – post-second world war and post art-school. In those days, people really did leave doors unlocked. Mothers used to swap children around between one another when they needed to work.
There's a great difference between that influx of mass immigration, and the current one. Maybe that's the reason?
Then came the people rightly called “property speculators” – now euphemistically described as “developers” – and their estate agents.
Ah. My mistake.
I joined forlorn attempts to rescue our local pubs – those indoor urban village greens where lifelong friendships and decisions were made, bets lost and sweethearts won, pints pulled, chasers downed, kisses locked and punches thrown. Tavern after tavern turned into luxury dwellings or snazzy bistros.
And the smoking ban, plus the increase in non-alcohol drinking population,  had nothing to do with that, right?
With the changes, lines have been drawn. The threads of that complex, convivial weave in which I grew up have been torn out and re-sewn, managed into a tapestry of brutal lines, on one side of which lies today’s road whence mum and I beheld the now skeletal Grenfell Tower.
A society can bear mass immigration, and we once did. But it depends who immigrates, and why they do so.

Friday, 23 June 2017

I Guess The Mad Terrorist-Supporting Socialist Wasn't The Biggest Danger In The Recent Election After All...

...it was the desperate-to-cling-to-power wet 'Tory':


Theresa May has promised the Grenfell Tower tragedy will not be used as excuse to carry out immigration checks, after it emerged victims were not seeking help over fears they would be reported to the Home Office.
In statement given to the House of Commons on Thursday, the Prime Minister said the immigration status of those affected by the tragedy or those providing “vital” information would not be investigated.
If there's a more dangerous precedent than telling people who don't obey our laws that a tragic fire could see them home free with a British passport, then I don't know what it is...

Police Farces And Twitter....

...sometimes they're witty, and informative, and sometimes they go as well together as matches and gasoline:



Oh, Inspector Evans, it's awful when your bit of pointless virtuesignalling goes ever so slightly awry, isn't it?

But you're not the first thin-skinned dimwit in blue, and you won't be the last...



I mean, honestly, what are they teaching at Hendon these days?

Thursday, 22 June 2017

Vignettes Of Modern Life

The partner of a woman accused of murdering her newborn baby seconds after she gave birth said he was so engrossed in his X-box game he did not question when she asked for a pair of scissors.
*speechless*
Tunstill, of Wellington Court, Burnley, denies murder after the body of her infant daughter Mia Kelly was found in a kitchen bin with more than 15 stab wounds.
*still speechless*
Mr Kelly told Preston Crown Court he only learned a baby had been born when he returned home from work on Monday January 16 to find police officers searching the bins.
Mr Kelly doesn't seem like the sharpest pair of scissors in the drawer, it must be said...
When she went into the bathroom on January 14, suffering severe stomach pains, he believed it was 'part of the process', he told the court.
In a statement to the police, Mr Kelly, said: “I know it’s difficult to believe but Rachel deals with everything herself.
“She takes all control at all times and I’m better just staying out of the way.
Ah, modern man. Marvel at the sight!
“Every 20 minutes or so I did go and check on her and ask her if she was OK and if she needed anything.
“I asked her if she had thought of ringing a doctor and at one point she did say she might have to. That is all that was said about it.
But never let it be said he's incapable of insight!
“Obviously with hindsight I should have rung an ambulance.”
Ya think..?!?

Putting The 'Dim' In 'Dimmock'...

Susan Dimmock, deputy chief executive of Steps To Work, was found guilty of racially aggravated harassment after a trial.
The charity, which receives funding from the EU and the National Lottery, helps people in the Black Country and Staffordshire get in to work through training and advice.
Hopefully, some of that advice will now be 'Don't be a twat to the chap who's driving you home'...
She denied racially aggravated harassment, but was found guilty by magistrates after a trial last Thursday. She was fined £623 and told to pay a victim surcharge of £30 and court costs of £362.
Andrew Dimmock was also found guilty of two charges in relation to the same incident. Andrew, 50, of the same address, was in the taxi. Following a conversation between the couple and Mr Ali, it was alleged he grabbed the driver’s radio equipment, breaking his bluetooth device. It was said he also ripped the driver’s display licence.
He was convicted of assault and criminal damage by magistrates. He was fined £173 and ordered to pay a victim surcharge of £30, £25 compensation and £362 court costs.
What a charming couple. The best you can say is that they deserve each other.

Wednesday, 21 June 2017

Yet More Evidence That Society Has Changed Irrevocably...

The zoo said on Monday: “After extensive consultation with the staff at the zoo, we have decided not to put down the tiger. This decision has been fully supported by Rosa’s family.
“We are awaiting the findings of the investigation to fully understand what happened before we take further action on this matter. If we receive regulatory or professional guidance to the contrary, we will review our position.”
Andrew Swales should have his license to run a zoo removed immediately if this was even considered as an option. Particularly if the thought was uppermost in his mind that it might be appropriate to consider - much less act on - the feelings of the family in this matter.

But it;'s yet another sign of the 'Dianafication' of society, which now seems to think that exaggeration of grief and open displays of mawkish sentimentality is the norm. Even to the point that destroying a healthy zoo specimen, one moreover from a critically endangered species, might be considered as some grotesque form of 'atonement' for procedural errors.