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Tell me the old, old story

22 May
Tell me the old, old story,
  Of unseen things above,
Of Jeremy and His glory,
  Of Labour and Its love
Tell me the story simply,
  As to a little child,
For I am weak and weary,
  And helpless and defiled.

Tell me the same old story,
Sell me the same old view,
Tell me the stale old story,
 For the many not the few.

Over in east Hull the Labour Party treats its constituents like infants who should always keep a-hold of Nurse, for fear of finding something worse. And yet in east Hull and some other Labour places they seem to lap it up. I went to see Jeremy Corbyn at a meeting in town on Monday evening in Zebedee’s yard. I say I went but I did not stay and did not get to see the would be Prime Minister and hero of the working man. Zeb’s Yard is a horrible cramped place, totally unsuitable for a meeting. The goofy bearded loon or Great Leader of The Most Advanced & Unified Labour Party turned up half an hour late according the paper and still the large mass of deluded fools, sorry that should read devoted believers, comrades and acolytes, hung around for yet another thirty minutes before no doubt he incanted the ritual benediction: “For the many not the few”. Verily J C makes them whole.

Mrs May (“strong and stable”) in the poster is shown with Mrs Thatcher’s hair style. That’s just so original, so subtle! She is being a total mean bitch; taking dinners from hungry school kids and telling pensioners they’ll have to pay for their care out of the forced sale of their homes (neatly and rightly labelled a dementia tax) and wants to bring back fox hunting, in short saying the kind of nasty things you only say if you know you can’t lose and she won’t. When pressed she crumbles and stutters and seems to back track; she and the rest of this government are clearly not up to the job of leading anything but nevertheless she’ll win by a country mile. You see for the rest of the country the idea of Jeremy Corbyn as PM brings out that old fear of finding something worse…
My apologies to Katherine Hankey.  

Wacked

22 May

Well that didn’t last long, did it? A year ago I posted about it opening and now it’s gone. Too wacky even for east Hull.

Friendly Crow

20 Oct

Have I mentioned before that I think crows are a bit special? This one simply would not budge until I took its picture, so what was I to do?
Meanwhile in another part of town (and on a different planet perhaps) there were complaints that crows on Holderness Road were getting too bold and “intimidating” people because (and now we reach new heights of fantasy) the local McDs was closed for a refurb! “Crows on the rampage in Hull because they can’t get their McDonald’s fix” ran the headline. For heaven’s sake! Are the folk of East Hull who survived the Blitz without so much as a whimper suddenly afraid of a few feathered friends? Two crows were seen pecking at a dead pigeon which it was claimed they had killed! Something must be done about it! Well no, something must not be done about it. “Carrion Crows Eat Carrion” wouldn’t really make much of a story but in the febrile imagination of a local journo it’s practically Hitchcockian out on Holdy Road. Just to be absolutely clear on this, crows clear up the mess made by people; it’s either them or rats, you make your choice.
The weekend in black and white is here.

A load of codswallop

8 Oct

I don’t know about culture (that’s probably not come out the way I meant it) but I do know there’s a tidal wave of propaganda filling the streets of this incomparable town. And, as any student of physics should know, a wave moves nothing forward but simply shifts stuff up and down often causing destruction as it passes through. Anyhow the hunky hipster fisherman dressed in waterproofs and a sou’wester doing something unspeakable to a dead cod has surely got to win some sort of award for camp cliché of the year. More of this please!

Too slow

16 Jul
If you want that slice of tomato off the pavement don’t dawdle or big brother will pinch it from under your beak and leave you chasing shadows. Two young crows were being a bit bold on Holderness Road the other day, even trying their luck on some café tables.

Don’t be crackers …

19 May

Had a little trip out to Holderness Road the other day and found that the once neglected and most despised of buildings that was the Elephant & Castle pub has become a fish and chip restaurant. All very good; but “Wackers”?

Who’s smiling now?

13 Oct

The shop with a Lithuanian smile  for a name is now a mere AtCost, well at least it’s still open …