A protégé of my late uncle Christopher Booker, the journalist James Delingpole and I have just recorded an almost 2 hour podcast covering a wide range of issues. I shall send you the link when it goes live. The really big news is that James is going to join the speaker line up at Sharestock on 6 September here by the River Dee between Chester and Wrexham. His theme?
My friend Andrew Bell explains in this podcast he has recorded exclusively for me why Foreign Secretary David Lammy and PM Sir Keir Starmer are either economic illiterates or liars or both. The Chagos sell out is a national scandal and you have been misled and seemingly nobody on Fleet Street is bright enough to read the Government’s own papers and do the actual maths. Bell has done the MSM’s job for it. Enjoy.
As it happens, I am not Jewish but I am increasingly ashamed to say that I regard myself as being of Irish heritage given that, what my dad called the Old Country, is an increasingly horrible bastion of virulent antisemitsm.
I have been making steady progress here at the growing gardens of the Welsh Hovel .It is good for my health, my blood sugars are normal for the first time in years, and home grown food is just so rewarding.
On the BBC Radio 4 yesterday, UN spokesman Tom Fletcher claimed that as a result of the evil Israeli blockage of Gaza 14,000 babies would starve to death within 48 hours. The BBC, naturally, offered no push back on this claim initially.
For fifty years anyone questioning any aspect of record immigration has been branded by the liberal left as a racist. Now Labour says that you can ask the question and still be a good person. That volte face is down to the rise of Reform UK and it is not convincing. I discuss various things that we can only now talk about but am left with more questions than answers.
I see no reason why I should ever take any lecture on morality from Tory MP Bernard Jenkin, a man ordered to repay back £63,250 of expenses claimed for renting a second home from his sister in law. But today on BBC Radio 4 he was lecturing us all about how Russia has no right to celebrate Victory Day today 9th May.
The metropolitan liberal elitists as the BBC despise the MCC, the private club that owns Lords, almost as much as they despise working class folks who vote for Reform UK. Today is the AGM of the MCC, of which I am a member, and our club wants to flagellate itself for being sexist. The BBC cannot get enough of it, if only the MCC was to admit that it was racist and homophobic too and that it had been damaged by Brexit.
Aged 4, daughter Jaya is being told to celebrate VE day at school today. I tried to explain what VE Day meant but could not in full. Aged 23, eldest daughter Olaf says she has no interest in family history. So for both of them when they grow up , here is my family and WW2: Churchill’s bunker, Arctic convoys, a Spitfire pilot and a Normandy hero, two deaths, Operation Mincemeat (covered in more detail here), a leg lost in Egypt, evacuations and at one step removed, the Air Vice Marshall on D Day, the executed Nazi who was half Jewish and the fortunate Hungarian Jew. I hope that, one day, my kids if nobody else, will find this interesting.
I doubt that either of these unconnected commentaries will win me any friends but both are highly topical and I’d rather go to my grave speaking the truth, discussing hard facts then saying nothing. The Christopher Booker/Cape Town water shortage reference is HERE
Back in the days when, as a supportive straight, I marched against Clause 28, in the days of Aids stigma the LGBT community had a tough time. Discrimination was widespread. But thankfully times have changed. Outside certain other minority communities who might not understand Queers for Palestine, the UK is a pretty tolerant place.
With almost everything at the Greek Hovel fixed, I headed into the village of Kambos for supper opting to go to the ouzerie opposite the olive press. 4 Euro for two skewers of pork drizzled in lemon, what a bargain. Sitting outside, in the cold night air was my friend Vangelis and two old geezers who greeted me warmly. But inside…
I have so far named two paedophile teachers from my time at Warwick School: Alan Wilkins , who is dead, and Charles Watmough who is alive and who I tried to doorstep a year ago. In both cases Warwick covered up what it knew and allowed both nonces to move on to fresh fields without a stain on their character. Wilkins, I believe, carried on noncing in Harrogate while Watmough gave private piano lessons to kids in Scarborough. That is Warwick’s shame. Last night a chap from the year below me got in touch having read this website.
English Rugby seems to be a financial mess. As an Ireland supporter I cannot say that I shed many tears and my Welsh speaking younger kids will be delighted about this. These days Wales supporters have little to cheers so allow them this rare dose of schadenfreude.
As you can see, I have a co-worker. While I hammer away at my keyboard he has been sitting here all day quietly dozing away. It is a hard life for some.
