:My heart is full of joy that the Israeli hostages may be freed. If we do have peace in Gaza it is despite the blundering and cowardice of Macron, Starmer et al and thanks to Donald Trump. I discuss all of this and also what is happening in Ukraine where, not that the Western press report this, Russia is on a roll. Again, Starmer and European leaders only prolong the slaughter they are not changing an inevitable outcome.
It is a couple of years old but, after yesterday’s October 7 outrage on campuses across the West, still fitting
Dr Rahmeh Aladwan has a long history of tweeting antisemitic abuse. Yesterday, as you can see below, she tweeted a celebration of the biggest one day slaughter of Jews since WW2, of rape, of babies burned alive or strangled to death.
Today, I remember the worst one day slaughter of Jews since world war two, the October 7 pogrom of two years ago in Israel. 1195 people were murdered, babies, kids, women, holocaust survivors. Many of the women and girls were raped and sodomised by Hamas before being executed. Bodies such as the UN refused to see that #Metoo applied to Jewish women and denial of the atrocities Hamas themselves filmed is still widespread. Other folks were kidnapped. Still today, 20 live jews and bodies of 28 dead jews remain in tunnels under Gaza. We remember this event and we should all say Never Again. But, to Britain’s eternal shame we will not.
The odds on the next Archbishop of Canterbury being a straight white man were longer than the odds on me getting lucky with Cheryl Cole while watching West Ham win the FA Cup on the telly. And thus, today, the new leader of the Church of England has been announced….
I have named a number of paedophile teachers at my old School Warwick. My writings over the years have prompted ever more victims to come forward, another poor boy sexually abused from aged nine by a Warwick teacher, contacting me last week. It was not just one teacher there was a whole nest of active paedophiles at Warwick during my time there ( 1976 to 1986) but for at least fifteen years afterwards. I bet there were nonces preying on young boys before I arrived.
The recognition of a Palestinian State will cost hostages their lives, bring no peace is logically incoherent and will only assist Hamas win the support of more Palestinians for terror. It is a day of national shame for Britain.
I do not often say good things about the mother of my eldest son but she and he have covered themselves in glory in recent weeks. They are now boycotting the Co-Op, as am I, for caving in to those who have for years demanded folks stop stocking Israeli goods, folks driven not by recent events in Gaza but by long standing Israelaphobia . But they have gone a step further and both just visited Israel in solidarity.
Having been the subject of the two minute hate before I am somewhat reluctant to post on the Village facebook page these days but this morning I was so enraged I could not hold back. Is my post below really so unreasonable?
I did briefly join the Oxford Union debating society all those years ago as it had a late bar which was kind of handy if you felt thirsty “after hours.” But recognising that the chancers, greasy pole climbers and bores who ran the place were chancers, greasy pole climbers and bores my association was a brief one. Natch they have all gone to great things in life while I aspire to a life of herding goats. This past week the Union has been in the news.
According to a survey commissioned by the Tory Robert Jenrick just 36% of those under 40 were able to say that this was the contest between the Luftwaffe and the RAF when never was so much owed by so many to so few. My great uncle Peter Wood was a decorated Spitfire Pilot, as I detailed in my family history in WW2, and my son Joshua, 9 today, can tell you about what happened in the skies over Southern England in 1940.
It really feels like Autumn is upon us here at the Welsh Hovel. I am wearing a coat indoors as we battle not to switch on the heating or to start using up the wood stored in my shed, in the wood burning stove.With the Met office warning us again about what a hot year 2025 has been, we really could do with a touch of global warming here in Wrexham.
What else would one do on a rainy afternoon in North East Wales? Whilst I harvested the 40 or so younger apple trees I have planted here at the Welsh Hovel some weeks ago, the older apple trees by the river are still heaving with fruit. And thus Joshua and I filled three buckets…
As I mentioned the other day, we are still working our way through dried chillies from 2024 but we have had another decent harvest this year and, in what feels, like the start of Autumn, I threaded the first two chains on cotton this afternoon.
In my first year harvesting the crabapple trees I have planted here at the Welsh Hovel I collected 750g, enough to make about three quarters of a jar of jelly. The Mrs and her family turned their nose up at my jelly, having to add flavour to cooked meat is not central to a curry based Indian cuisine. But then Joshua and my sister-in-law tried it and now it has an army of fans.
