Howard, Blair And St Patrick

I have had some small giggles this month with coined phrases and jokes and oddities. Thomas came up with a gem the other day relating to decisions made and then changed by females and the ratification, or lack of, the logic behind the decision. The word....Femalogical. What a beautiful word which leaves no room for discussion on the subject at hand. No offence meant to my female readers of course.

Roger at the English Club has offered the definition of a Welsh biggamist as, a shepherd.

If you think Little Johnnie Howards recent blunder with losing billions of tax payers money gambling on the currency futures market was something then consider Tony Blairs latest from England. In a country where the road system is near paralysed by congestion and desperately in need of repair country wide, a rail system that is on the verge of non-existance by virtue of delays, track failure and quite simply old age, the Blair government has given massive amounts of funding, that would go a long way towards sorting out some of these nightmares, into the building of a new canal system. England already has more miles of canals than it does major roads. I am sure the average commuter will be overjoyed at knowing that the serene waterways of England are forever safely preserved whilst they sit in their cars, gridlocked.

What is it with these people and the decisions they supposedly make on behalf of their constituants ?

I see Howard’s recent loss of tax payers money as nothing short of outright theft of public monies. If I was working as a public servant and went to the Star City Casino and blew billions of dollars at the gaming tables using government money, I would be locked up and the key thrown away. I do not see any difference in this to what Howard and his cronies have just perpertrated. Imagine what that money could have done to help sort out the refugee crisis, which I may add is nothing short of an international embarrassment.

On a lighter note, yesterday was St. Patricks Day and said celebration was duly held at the English Club last night. The question that has so long baffled the world has always been, ``Just why did St. Patrick drive the snakes out of Ireland ? ´´. The answer was disclosed to me last night amidst the clink of Guiness and Murphy bottles. He drove them out of Ireland because they were too tired to crawl.