After a late night souvlaki and ouzo in Kambos I drove home and reached the abandoned convent on the other side of the valley from the hovel without incident. From the side of the convent the road descends rapidly. I have spent a few Euro patching it up, though that is actually the job of the municipality, but it is still a slightly bumpy first gear descent. On the non convent side of the road there is no barrier to stop one falling into a small ravine covered in undergrowth which is no doubt infested with all sorts of wildlife diversity.
After a late night souvlaki and ouzo in Kambos I drove home and reached the abandoned convent on the other side of the valley from the hovel without incident. From the side of the convent the road descends rapidly. I have spent a few Euro patching it up, though that is actually the job of the municipality, but it is still a slightly bumpy first gear descent. On the non convent side of the road there is no barrier to stop one falling into a small ravine covered in undergrowth which is no doubt infested with all sorts of wildlife diversity.
Ed Davey, the postmaster’s friend, David Lammy, the entire Green party and SNP, indeed most of the political and media class are convinced that Israel is pursuing a policy of deliberate starvation as a tool of genocide in Gaza. Of course there is hunger but if you take a few steps back and try to apply a critical thought process can anyone explain away four matters to me. I am waiting for someone to deliver facts as a counter view.
I am not Jewish but in two articles today HERE and HERE I demonstrate the malice, the poison directed at those of us who dare suggest support for Israel. If this was a propaganda war, Hamas would have won hands down and that has consequences.
The chap who says he worked for an Government agency that will close my website down and ruin me for supporting Israel now says in a fresh email that he is, in fact, a freelance journalist working for an NGO and in sending menacing emails to a fellow journalist he does not use his real name. Whatever. NGOs operating in this region have a reputation to maintain.
Yesterday I penned a piece about the win win for America as Trump’s tariffs secured a $50 billion investment from AstraZeneca as it scaled back investment here in Rachel Reeves’ UK. I noted how this would cause a gnashing of teeth for those with #TrumpDerangementSyndrome including my friend the City PR legend and the undefeated winner of the title Champagne socialist of the Year from its launch back in 2001. Comrade Basham has responded with the kindest of emails to one of his fellow deluded lefties, cc’ing me in:
I wrote a damning article today on the ShareProphets website which I run on an Israeli based London listed company Sivota which has wiped out its shareholders. My conclusions about the management were not kind. I prefaced the article with a statement about Israel and it seems that I now face financial ruin from a Mr. Jack Sayell for stating
Veteran Tim says he wants another year and my pal the Euroloon Jonathan Price is threatening to make his debut although he is worried that as a result of Brexit he will be stuck in a passport queue at Athens airport for weeks. For the two of them and other potential harvesters, notably veteran J and Mr and Mrs L, a report back from Kambos and the Greek Hovel.
It is a long drive from the Greek Hovel in the Northern Mani down to the caves of Diros south of the regional capital of Areopoli. At the start we were delayed on the road into Kambos by a flock of sheep. Thereafter we drove at leisure along the looping roads up past the next village to Kambos and then all the way down to the sea at Karadamili. Then we tracked the sea all the way to Areopoli but the roads were still looping and little Jaya was sick four times.
The media demonization of Israel pours petrol on the flames of the burning fires of anti-semitism in Britain today. Against this backdrop the media is disgracing itself with its reports of what is happening in Syria. The BBC and Telegraph pinned tweets are our starting place:
As we are half way up a mountain the temperature here at the Greek Hovel is a bit cooler than down by the sea. But it is still in the mid thirties and I venture outside less than the younger folk here, preferring the cool of a large living area, kept chilled the old way by thick stone walls and the new way by air conditioning. I gather that back in the UK the alarmists at the BBC and the Met Office have noted that it is quite hot and are insisting that this is demonstrable proof of global warming.
If something goes wrong with your organisation it is all too easy to blame it all on Rachel Reeves. She is useless, out of her depth and now just an object of ridicule. I do hope that all those journalists who lined up to sing her praises a year ago specifically because she was “Britain’s first female chancellor” now realise that ability not diversity is what matters when hiring. But for once I write in defence of the CV embellishing Rachel from Customer Services.
Excuse the rather dirty porch windowsill but it is what is sitting on it that has caused me such delight.
Strawberries, raspberries, loganberries, dessert gooseberries and blackcurrants all from plants or bushes I planted on what was once an overgrown jungle came together in the first summer pudding of the year and it tasted as good as it looks.
The Mrs. and Jaya spent the weekend partying in Nottingham leaving my son and heir, Joshua, and I free to catch up on watching Downton Abbey repeats and to continue the fruit harvesting here at the Welsh Hovel. What you see below are:
Events in Iran overnight show just how irrelevant Britain is on the world stage for all the posturing by politicians of all parties. The same men and women seem unaware of just how, at home, Britain is spiraling into decline and despair. You may not like right wing journalist Matt Goodwin but can anyone say why this note from yesterday about a trip to London is wrong.