What a Day For a Daydream

What a day for a day dream, what a day for a day dreamin’ boy...it’s late September and all is well. We can all breathe a sigh of relief, and ignore the blather our pathetic leaders and wannabe leaders are lying about. Good old Gordon! Never in my life thought I would ever say or write anything positive about the bloke that shat on all our private pensions and steered us very close to the edge of financial collapse. However, he did play a bigger part in persuading the “didn’t knows” than any of the other liars. I would not like to live under the rule of Nicola Sturgeon, she is a bigger liar than fish-face.

Changing subject, is it our job to go and blow up some nasty idiots? Would you go over and kick a hornet’s nest in someone else’s garden? I doubt it. Turkey (allegedly) is backing these murders, as they might wipe out those pesky Kurds for them (personally, the Kurds I have met are really nice). The other Arab States are not very secretly backing ISIS because they don’t want anyone thinking about democracy anymore (remember the Arab Spring? What happened to that?).  And ISIS (Sunni) are enemies of Iran as they are all Shiites. If you read Sunni as Catholics and Shiites Proddies, then remember we weren’t that good to each other 600 years ago. They are about 600 years behind us so it will all settle down one day soon. It is none of our business; leave them alone!

Changing again, what’s that mad house elf doing while all this hoo-hah is going on? Someone told me this is just another civil war as well; apparently Kiev was the old capital of Russia. These Ukrainians are uber Russians, bit like the Austrians are to Germany. Well I could be wrong, and if you know differently please reply. Actually I would like to publish most of the replies I have received because many of them are far better than my mitherings.  I would write “Blah blah” said JB from Smethwick.

Let me know if you don’t want any of your replies included please, and enjoy the coming weekend.  Mine started last night. Just had a round of golf with a good chum and now I need to cuddle my one year old granddaughter all afternoon, it’s a tough life.