The Big Mothertrucking Gallery

Well, I don't know how many trucks yer man has, but I got a fleet of the rascals.

Drive on!


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And a big tip of the hat to Jill Havern for sending me the pics.

Saint George's Day. I'm So Proud

Aren't you?




Just a re-up for these two oldies, and for today I have granted Dr Amaral temporary citizenship, or perhaps I should make that Sainthood.

What a great country this is when the only public face to seek justice for Madeleine McCann is a Sardine Muncher. Pardon me I forgot the sweaty, and one or two other things.

And if that doesn't set your your blood racing, near bursts your heart with pride for this England, this green and pleasant land, then we don't want you in the BNP, thank you.




Oh to be in England now that April's election is here, and another clutch of fawning, disingenuous twats pander for our approval to which one of them we might allow to fuck us over for another four or five years

This democracy, how so it sets my heart on fire, I think I have a touch of the vapours, I must rest.





O, to be in England

Now that April 's there,

And whoever wakes in England

Sees, some morning, unaware,

That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf

Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,

While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough

In England—now!

And after April, when May follows,

And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows!

Hark, where my blossom'd pear-tree in the hedge

Leans to the field and scatters on the clover

Blossoms and dewdrops—at the bent spray's edge—

That 's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,

Lest you should think he never could recapture

The first fine careless rapture!

And though the fields look rough with hoary dew,

All will be gay when noontide wakes anew

The buttercups, the little children's dower

—Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower!

Robert Browning

What's Up Dog? Oh I See!

I would love to say that the brilliant idea of juxtaposing these two images was my idea, but it wasn't and I can't. I have given attribution to Annabel, should it be otherwise, perhaps someone might let me know.

It's quite an eye opener by anybody's standards, what with a blue bag in the closet n'all, and that pooch don't strike me as quite so unreliable as others would have us believe.

Whenever I hear aspersions cast on the dogs regarding their abillities, I always get the impression from those that would argue such, that they actually think the hounds have some kind of agenda.

Let me give you a little analogy. If the dogs were trained to detect, shall we say, marmalade, then that's what they would alert to, pure and simple.

Let me take this a step further, if the Marmalade Dogs were brought in to search numerous and varied locations, and the Marmalade Dogs alerted in three or four places as they were trained, how many of the previously mentioned detractors would have a problem with the dog's findings?

Answers on a postcard please.