Andy's Glasses

It just had to happen. We were all prepared for the sheer inevitability that at some point, given enough games over enough years, even Spurs just HAVE to win one. And we did. Furthermore; it was at home!!! The place where most teams do a high percentage of their winning. But not us. No. We wouldn’t want fans leaving the most magnificent stadium in the world with a smile on their faces. And we all know the horrible statistics. Which, in this instance, were credible.

Yesterday morning we were the only team in the top SEVEN leagues without a win this season.
We’d won just 5 matches at home since 2024.
We were shit. Statistics, or league position, don’t lie.

And then Coventry came. A team riding high after 2 consecutive wins. Otherwise a team no-one cares about. Unloved. Always have been. Since Lady Godiva nothing good has come from that City. Other than James Maddison…

Our manager set an unusual line-up. But what the hell; he was desperate, like the rest of us. And really, nothing mattered because in that line-up, Maddison was back. And he makes such a massive, positive difference, every time he touches the ball. And his presence lifts the others. Firstly because of his energy, but also because they don’t to be losing their place in the squad due to his return.

And he scored a wonderful goal. 1-nil to the Spurs. Early. Too early. We’re the only supporters who get in a panic when their team scores. And inevitably, Coventry equalised. Oh no!! Not again!!

But, like Gloria Gaynor, we didn’t crumble. We didn’t lay down and die. Oh no, not them. They uncharacteristically hoisted themselves up by their bootstraps and played their little hearts out. And eventually it paid off, and we scored another. But wait! Its still early!!! We can still lose!!!

We held off and we pushed and defended and hit the ball over the bar and into the stands and round the corners and then… in the dying seconds of the game, we scored again. Oh no! Its too late!!! Hold on; that’s a good thing, ok, phew. 3-1, 42 seconds left, I’ll take that and… in 42 seconds, relax.

AND WE WON!!!!

The league title is surely ours now.

Happy, deluded, ecstatic Tuesday

A xxxx

A few weeks ago, at the Labour Conference, the BBC’s Chris Mason asked our Prime Minister what he thought of the just passed verdict that Manchester City were guilty on all 114 charges and what he thought their punishment might be. Well, we all know Burnham is a big football fan, a ‘mad’ Everton supporter and engaged with the game. Yet, unlike the answer any other, self-respecting, non-Man-City-fan, football supporter would have given, the PM said he wouldn’t like to see too harsh a punishment, and further investigations need to be made, because Everton were deducted points in 2023, blah, blah, blah. He was considered. He was non-committal in his condemnation. He equivocated. And was actually questioning the validity of the legal processes involved.

Well football fans don’t do that. We CONDEMN, to death if possible, the transgressions of other teams. But Burnham was ‘kind’ to Manchester City.

And at the time I saw that I thought: ‘oh’. Because it wasn’t the reply I expected. It was too soft, too ‘forgiving’, too balanced after such a resounding thumping in the court. Burnham was effectively choosing ‘the wrong side’. It was one of those ‘oh!’ moments like when Trump suddenly became a Russia fan in the war. It sort of jars.

But then you have to consider that our Andy was the Mayor of Manchester. At the time of City’s exponential leap from mid-table-no-hopers to World domination. Which brought renovation and riches to ‘his’ City. As the Abu Dhabis rebuilt the stadium and regenerated the area. All good. And along the way a ‘relationship’ built up, inevitably, between the Mayor and those who were hurling billions at his city. Because in politics, and certainly where great sums of money are involved, there is always a quid pro quo.

I learned this morning that the ‘City of Manchester’ (under Burnham’s stewardship) gave the Abu Dhabi property development company (owned, as is most of that country, by Sheikh Mansoor) a ‘loan’ of £55 million towards building homes. None of them ‘social housing’. Itself really odd given Andy’s frequent rants about the need for such places and his oft-heard disgust at Maggie Thatcher for selling off all the council houses.

You first have to wonder why Abu Dhabi needed 55 million of anyone else’s money. And you have to wonder what may have been bestowed upon the then Mayor in return for his overly favourable considerations towards them.

I love a good plot. Will this be the end of Andy Burnham? Will Angela Raynor instigate an investigation into the whole ‘Manchester thing’? Its so exiting its like an episode of Batman!

Happy Monday

A xxxx

It’s Saturday. My day of rest. It says so in the fucking bible, so it must be true. On the 7th day, blah, blah, blah. And being very observant of such things, this is my ‘day of rest’, so far.

Tai Chi class; 8.15, peaceful, calm, almost restful, until the punching starts. Followed by tennis at 10.30, in the glorious sunshine. There were 6 bags of ‘rubble’ wot needed taking to the dump. From the guy who repaired our driveway. But wouldn’t take the rubble because they charge him at the dump. Oh well, how heavy can 6 bags of rubble be? Well, think of the heaviest thing in the world and rubble is heavier. But I did it. Ok, yes, I DID have help, at both ends (because the dump guy felt sorry for me), but it was me wot did it!! And the lawn needed mowing. And the path needed sweeping. Because they haven’t yet invented a gardener that Mel doesn’t hate after 3 weeks, gets in a slanging match with and tells never to darken her lawn again!! Elon Musk can make a car that flies, but he can’t make a decent gardener by my wife’s exacting standards.

Thank God it started raining. We ‘had to come in’. Phew.

Katie Zacharia can have a nice rest. After having the most hectic week any White House press secretary has ever had. She lasted 5 whole days. Not counting the one which was a public holiday and the one on which she got sacked. Sorry, she was ‘transitioned’ into a better… life? Gender? State?? Anyway, she’s gone. Because she’s not a lawyer. Ok, she IS a lawyer in some respects but not in others. You may rightly observe that she doesn’t need to be a lawyer; it’s not a legal job. And you’d be right. But if you call yourself ‘a lawyer’, it generally helps if you are one. But other than that she was perfect for the role. She’s blond, ridiculously right wing, has 4 kids (they love a ‘mom’) and her facial reconstruction work (so far) is pretty good. Just like the previous 3 incarnations before her. They’re like Dr Who, they change every few months and you barely notice. Wanted: stroppy right-wing blonde to act as apologist for the most irrational, unpredictable, unreliable, wacky President America has ever had.

And that President has, basically, sold out Ukraine for a gallon of cheap diesel. Ever since ‘Oval Office-gate’ in which a bunch of Southern-state wide boys bullied the President Zelensky for not wearing a tie, Trump has been ‘nice’ to him. Helping. Providing aid. Yet his heart has always been with Put’n. He now reckons that if he can get cheap diesel from Russia, by lifting sanctions, he can win the mid-term elections next month. Which he won’t do, even if he gives a truck full to every Republican voter (Republicans don’t drive cars. Ever). But obviously, we are surmising, there were ‘strings attached’. Like locking Ukraine out of the US defence satellite system, making it near impossible for them to track Russian missiles and drones. Then he’s calling for Ukraine to elect a new president and is blaming them for the war.

What a total fucker.

Otherwise,

HAPPY Saturday

A xxxx

Sometimes, life is shit.

I went to see my GP the other week because of some minor issues with… well, with my shit. Not biggy. Ok, no big deal. Just minor issues, yeah, that’s no problem, other issues? Naaaaah, nuffink to even bother your busy GP about; DO YOU THINK WE HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO???? Ok, thanks… oh, by the way, my brother died of colon cancer 2 years ago- COME BACK HERE!!! HOLY SHITTTT!!! (First of oh so many puns to follow); TAKE THIS, GO THERE, PHONE HERE, YOU MUST BE SEEN WITHIN 2 WEEKS!!! HERE’S A REFERRAL, THEY’LL PHONE YOU YESTERDAY, ITS SO FUCKING URGENT, THE ENTIRE STRUCTURE OF THE NHS IS FOCUSSED ON YOUOUOUOUOU!!!!! You need… a colonoscopy!!

Nooooo, not one’a them, ffs. So, as always, my first thought, how to turn forced cattle-herding into a cramped room to have some third rate Gastro-enterologist who qualified in Azerbaijan and has questionable hygiene insert a camera up my… well, wherever, whilst I’m staring at cracks in the ceiling and peeling paint, into something a bit more… a bit more plush, bit more ‘comfortable’. With waiters, fresh coffee, making proper appointment times, Sky TV in the room. You know: I WANNA GO PRIVATE!!! But the GP insisted that the NHS would be the best. So a (reluctant) appointment was made with UCLH. It used to be ‘UCH’ when my daughters were born there, but it grew an ‘L’ along the way. Bit like ‘G’ for gay grew an entire alphabet in 5 years. And I have to admit, they were amazingly efficient and incredibly easy to contact. Who knew? But it’s probably down to the ‘2 week protocol’ for suspected cancers. (Spoiler; thank God, there was no cancer, phew).

And it was all swimmingly, easily, wonderfully simple and efficient. A great day out. Highly recommended. Except…

… for the ‘preparation’.

3 days before; stop eating all fruit, veg, brown anything, whole meal, anything healthy. Only white bread, white rice, ok, fish and chicken. I can manage. On the 3rd day, however, you can only eat… air. No food. Nothing. Except…

… for the ‘laxatives from HELLLLL!!!’ You take one packet the day before. 500mls of it in solution. It tastes like really salty fruit juice with way too much artificial sweetener, but it apparently ‘does the job’. Or, ‘does the jobby’, as they say in Scotland. You can drink water, and you need to, or black tea/coffee. Vile but efficient.

The following morning you take packet 2 and 3. Indescribably horrible, quite viscous and, well, disgusting. As you force down another 500mls. And this stuff takes ‘efficient’ and laughs. This is the nuclear option of laxatives. I wanted sympathy. Instead I had Lila and Joey in hysterics as I sprinted repeatedly to the nearest toilet. Sometimes even making it there successfully.

Anyway; it’s over. And I’m fine. And empty. Ready for a refill.

But just one little thought about local derby football matches. Did last night’s Champions League match count as such because Manchester City are owned by Abu Dhabi, and PSG by Qatar, which are pretty ‘neighbouring’ places. They could possibly share the same lawyers. As Man City employ dozens, and PSG will probably soon be called to do so as well. Because if you can beat Man City, a team who’ve cheated their way to superstardom; how else could you possibly achieve that? Unless you too have been very ‘creative with the accounts’?

That was a shit conversation. Needed to ‘share’.

Happy Days

A xxxx

So some geezer likes posting images and videos of himself in cool and exiting places and situations. I sort of get that. If you’re a total nob with nothing better to do and so ‘LOOK AT MEEEEEE’ that you can’t help yourself from standing on the crumbling overhanging precipice on an Alp, or dangling your feet off the clock tower at Big Ben or hanging onto the undercarriage as the aircraft is taking off. And you have to ask yourself: is there a limit to ‘stupid’? Stepping in front of an oncoming train would probably cross that line. Well how about disturbing a sleeping tiger? How does that rate on the ‘stupid as all fuck’ scale? Though apparently the poor man who scaled a 15 foot fence at the Yorkshire Wildlife Centre on the weekend did suffer ‘severe mental illness’. No shit. The tiger killed him. Sad for him. Tragic for his family. And totally irrelevant to the tiger. It won’t have ‘such a guilty conscience’ that he won’t sleep. Sleeping’s what they do best. Other than mauling and biting, now and again. So no charges will be brought.

We have the kids staying with us. The grandkids. Their parents have been declared as ‘unfit for purpose’. Ok, they’re actually sunning themselves in Seville on their annual ‘4 days of TOTAL FUCKING FREEDOMMMM!!!!’, when they ABANDON!!! their children into our care program. And, to be honest, I don’t know why people make a fuss of looking after ‘angels’ like Lila and Joey. Why they deem it hard work. You just have to accept that there are some things which may be ‘challenging’, so you just avoid them. Things like ‘homework’. Eating dinner without running round like loonies. Getting dressed for school. Brushing teeth. Getting undressed for a bath. Going to sleep. Waking (US!!) up after the 7 o’clock watershed. Not behaving like crazed mad people on drugs.

So we avoid those things and all is fine.

The kids haven’t been to school all week, they’re naked and filthy and feral and haven’t left the tv/ipad/computer since Sunday afternoon. We throw food into their cage once in a while and all seems fine.

What’s hard about parenting?

Happy Wednesday

A xxxx

Football’s back on. Today. Real football. Football that matters in my life. Defines my life. And today, following a stupidly long ‘international break’, the Premier League plays once more. I no longer have to suffer giving my quasi-support to England and having all the glory of 7-nil wins and fabulous, flowing play and winning games. All that Harry Kane reflected glory; it was all mine and wonderful. Jude Bellingham was ‘my boy’. That was awful. Now I can get back to Spurs. Proper football. Reality. When we never win and play like people who’ve never met before and haven’t ever read the rules of football. That’s when you know it’s proper. Real.

Today we go to Old Trafford. To play the other bunch of total disappointments. Manchester United. Ok, they’re not bottom of the table, like us, but watching them play and you’d think that was their aspiration. Take Bruno out of their team and they’d be 21st in the table. I know, but they’d make room.

3 weeks for international breaks is stupid. Half the players have come back injured. Oh well, what price national pride? Well, about 200 grand a week, I reckon, as the superstars sit in agony in the physio’s room. Fortunately the only Spurs player involved was Scotland’s captain, Andy Robertson. And as Scotland are completely hopeless in tournaments, there’s not much worry there.

Kick off in about an hour. The hapless against the hopeless. Big game.

Zack Polanski failed to win the Holborn & St Pancreatic by-election. He was beaten by a Labour woman. A Somalian lady and (I’m guessing by the headscarf) a Muslim. It’s a shame for the Greens. And anything that’s a shame for the Greens is good for me, good for the world, good for decency. And common sense.

Zack refused to state whether Israel has a right to exist. Instead he dreams of some Utopian middle-eastern wonderland where Jews and Arabs live peacefully together. His nominal ‘1-state solution’. Why? Because he’s a tosser, that’s why. And a clueless one at that. On the ‘glorious day’ that a ‘free Palestine’ becomes an entity, Zack would stroll in with his victory grin (the one with all the missing teeth), to Gaza, to claim his share of the riches. The glory of the fight. And they’d take him to the highest rooftop and throw him, and all the other poofs, to the ground. Maybe something special for him for being a Jewish poof. Maybe castrate him first. I would.

I don’t know if he’s a Spurs fan. In some respects I hope not, because I don’t want him anywhere near me, ever. But on the other hand, he deserves all the suffering a man can endure. And Spurs fandom is the surest path to that.

Happy Saturday

A xxxx

That’s because I’m an Englishman. Or am I???

According to the Reform UK party current line, I may be ‘British’, but not fully ‘English’. Shame, because I love a full English. Yet Suella Braverman, whatever she eats for breakfast, remains firmly attached to this structure. She’s British, because she was born here, but not English because her parents were immigrants. From a-nuther land far away! I’m not sure why there is then a ‘British/English’ line of entitlement to nationalistic claim, you’d have to ask Richard Tyce. Who, when asked if he considered Kemi B to be ‘English’, he basically refused to answer. But you see, my grandmother was born in Poland! Can’t I be three quarters English? Both my parents were bona fide Cockneys, and yet Farage and co want to take away my very Englishness???? I have three lions tattooed on my forehead, FFS!!! Though only metaphorically. Can’t I be a metaphorical Englishman? But living here is no criterion. Otherwise the… boat people!!!! would all be English too. And no-one wants that. Well, Nigel Farage certainly doesn’t want that. Its a right wing thing; turn the country into a club with very strict membership requirements.

To be Jewish has those too. It’s a different club. Basically, you’re born Jewish. You don’t get a choice. You can end your membership from a practical perspective whenever you choose, but you’ll always ‘be Jewish’ as far as people like Hitler and Nigel Farage are concerned. But along with the right to be periodically persecuted, sometimes catastrophically, genocidally, horrendously, you get used to being evicted from more countries than you knew existed.

However, in between the persecutions, evictions, holocausts and forced conversions, life can be good. So good that people want to join the club. Jews have never been evangelical; we don’t want to convert the world; we’d run out of chopped liver on Fridays. But if people want to, they can ‘convert’. Lots do. Well, one or two. Like Sammy Davis Jnr. Elizabeth Taylor, to marry Eddie Fisher. Similarly Marylin Monroe converted to marry Arthur Miller. Ivana Trump when she married Kushner. More women than men. Obviously. Because there’s no pain involved. Though now there are certain synagogues that will allow foreskins to enter their building!

The latest to voice words of conversion is Sydney Sweeney. Oh my. We’ll take her in a minute. They’ll ask her why she wants to ‘join’. And she’ll spout some bollocks about ‘spiritual awakenings’ and ‘Moses spoke to me in a dream’, but she might mention that her intended husband is Jewish. Ahhhh. Inevitably this means a nominal Jew and a nominal non-Jew, both unbelievers, work and study the blessings and traditions and the conversion is complete. So they can go back to their totally secular, unbelieving, non-participating lives as if it was all a Hollywood dream. And yet, that works for me. Totally. As exemplified by none more fabulous than MEEEE (it’s all about me), being Jewish is a state of mind. Like living in Radlett. And it’s not about praying. It’s about a 3000 year old tradition. And eating lots of strange food of Polish origin. And, yes, if you’re not some messianic lunatic, it’s about being a Zionist, to some extent. Because once you’re a Jew, you have to always keep your eyes on where you might go if…

Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not out to get you. But paranoia based on 3000 years of experience is slightly more justified. I’m taking Sydney and running away. For safety. Security.

Happy Thursday

A xxxx

Its October 7th. Ok, so yesterday was the 6th and tomorrow the 8th. But the 7th is the third anniversary of the attack by Hamas on southern Israel which killed 1200 people and resulted in 250 being taken hostage. So today is a painful day. Remembering the devastation, destruction and slaughter which took place.

Yet today, in central London, there were marches. Not by Israelis, not by the dreaded ‘Zionists!!!’, but by ‘pro-Palestinians’. Which shows, not so much a ‘little lack of sensitivity’, but more a statement of total support for Hamas. And obviously a complete lack of understanding of the word ‘genocide’. Among other things.

Ok, a lot of these people were the one actually celebrating on the streets on October 7th 2023 and blaming Israel before the first missile had struck at Gaza. For them Israel was to blame. But there are many who have simply bought into the predominantly left-wing narrative and ‘grown’ into a place that they probably don’t even realise they’re in.

They’re shouting ‘apartheid!!!’ but they don’t know why. Israel pulled out of Gaza in 2005 and left them to themselves. Under Hamas rule, who they’d voted for. Israel built walls because of terrorist attacks. But Gaza chose to be cut off from Israel. Not sure how that’s ‘apartheid’ but there ya go.

Hamas knew precisely what the cost would be of October 7th. Its why they did it. They wanted Israel to react, and react BIG. Because the ensuing ‘reporting’ would court every middle-England ‘liberal’ into joining the anti-Israel movement. And middle-America, France, Spain, Ireland… Especially as they controlled all the reporting.

Because the Western mind-set cannot accommodate a situation in which the ‘government’ would basically sacrifice its entire population for the promotion of its own cause. We deny that could happen. Whereas the Eastern, jihadi mind-set, borne of the benefits of sacrifice and martyrdom, counts ‘death’ as just a part of the equation. The more of its people murdered, the greater the support.

And it worked. Hamas are being effectively revered today, ‘celebrating’ the murder of 1200 people. Women. Children. Unborn children in some cases. There was rape. Corpses were raped. We’re talking majorly sick here.

Its also forgotten that Hamas are extremist Islamists. They kill gay people. Abuse women. Take away all human rights. Just like IS, just like al Quaeda. The organisations intent on taking over the world and turning into one big Islamic state.

Yet Mrs Briscow from Chipping Norton doesn’t get all that. She saw one picture of an injured child and went out to buy her keffiyeh. And she’s in Trafalgar Square shouting her little heart out in support of death-cult terrorism commemorating its finest hour. Since 9/11.

God help us all.

Somber Wednesday

A xxxx

Every morning, first thing, I check on the BBC. I’m not interested in how many planes have crashed, how many goals Harry Kane’s scored, how many new taxes Andy Burnham’s going to impose on me. Not now. That’s all for later. For now it’s about the weather. Just the weather. Specifically: the rainfall. And what I’m looking for is, as above, a ‘zero day’. Every hour, zero probability of rainfall. Fantastic. I can take my bike. If there are non-zeroes, I have to check when. If they’re around travel time, then I won’t bike it. I hate the rain. It makes biking hazardous and… errr… it makes you wet. One day, so wet Mel wouldn’t let me enter the house clothed. Not just a fantasy thing, everything was dripping, underwear included. Though to be honest, me, in a wet shirt, it’s pretty awesome. (Gag now).

The last time I took the tube to work was May. Can’t remember which day, exactly, but May. 5 months ago. The odd rainy days we’ve had here, I’ve been away. But otherwise, every single working day (not that I work every day, but most) it has been dry. And it ends today. Tomorrow doesn’t have zeroes. It has 80 and 90%. I hate them.

America has taken its bombers out of RAF Fairford. Twelve of ‘em. The ones that Kier Starmer reluctantly allowed to re-fuel here en route to Iran. Because he was a wimp who was scared of involvement. Anyway, after last weekend’s alleged ‘foiled attack’ on the air field, even though they released the would-be perpetrators on bail, Trump suddenly (and it was ‘sudden’) called his planes ‘home’. But like ‘immediately’. Before the mid-air refuelling craft had even finished fuelling up. (Apparently that’s unusual).

Marco Rubio said, all dead casual-like, ‘it’s not unusual to move assets around the world’. Nothing more to see here. Kind’a thing.

Whereas Trump and Vance stated, or implied very strongly, that there had been a direct ‘threat’.

And let’s face it. After the debacle of the other weekend, when 3 vans of odd-bods took a load of ‘accelerant’ (petrol) to a contentious air force base, untroubled by police, security services, intelligence agencies, but for the vigilance of one concerned farmer-lady it would have all kicked off… I’d take my dozen, 300 million dollar planes out of here too. And letting the guys out on bail was yet another way to impress Trump. He’s Mr Heavy Handed and we became Featherweights.

They can park one in my garden if they like. Should fit.

Happy (dry) Tuesday

A xxxx

I’m having the best time ever, here at the Green Party conference in Brighton. I took my green flag, then realised I needed a black, red, white and green one, like everybody else. Because we’re no longer really into renewables and carbons and saving the planet from eco-destruction in a cataclysmic greenhouse effect caused by selfish bastards driving Range Rovers, we’re pretty much done with that. And we’re now focussed on Palestine. And if Zak Polanski says that’s our cause, then I will gladly join the thousands of sheep who follow blindly what he says. I even stopped and bought a keffiyeh, our true colours. Except a Palestinian man told me a very interesting thing. That the black and white keffiyeh, which we all wear to show our hatred of Benjamin Netenyahu and his genocidal, apartheid regime in Gaza, is in fact not a Gaza symbol. That keffiyeh represents the Palestinian Authority and Fatah. Both hated by Hamas, who rule Gaza. So if we in fact marched into Gaza with our flags and our black’n’white keffiyehs, we’d probably be stoned to death. Its like a group of people showing their love and support for Spurs by wearing Arsenal shirts. Well; iss north London, innit? But heh, what do I know? I follow, right? I’ve spent the last 5 years studying the catastrophic effects of carbon emissions on the environment and working out how long the planet can survive, and suddenly, its all about Palestine.

Fortunately, any kind of knowledge or understanding of the history or the current situation is not actually required. Zak told me. Just wear the keffiyeh, even though it’s the wrong one, and wave your fucking flag. That what he told me. Such a charismatic man. And he’s Jewish! So he knows everything about what’s going on in Israel and Gaza. And he’s not happy about it one little bit. In fact the Green Party have declared that ‘Zionism is racism’, and he’s so unhappy that when he was asked if Israel had a right to exist, he wouldn’t answer. And quite rightly. Because, according to Zak, it’s ‘not about the politics; it’s about the people. And all people have a right to exist in peace. 75,000 people have died there, that’s what this is all about’. Good point, Zak. They’re all good points. Because if that many people have in fact died, we need to act! Yes, the country’s 4th most important party, treated as joke in most places, have great international, political sway. We can control the Middle East from right here. Brighton’s not just for poofs, ya know. Even though Zak is one. No, Brighton is for important decision making on the WORLD STAGE!!! That’s how important Zak (thinks he) is!

I did ask him whether that 75 thousand deaths is accurate, as it came directly from Hamas. Who are terrorists, liars, murderers, rapists and monsters. And also, they don’t separate civilian deaths from Hamas ‘soldiers’ deaths, estimated at over 30,000. But NO, said Zak, whatever the question, 75,000 people, mostly children and disabled women, have died. We need to protect people and make them safe in their homeland!

So I inquired about the 300,000 people, all civilians, who have died so far in Sudan’s war? And the 400,000 in Yemen? With 25 million nearing starvation! And why didn’t we say anything about the 600,000 people murdered by Assad in Syria?

Zak told me to fuck off and pester someone else; he had work to do accusing 95% of British Jews of being ‘racist’, according to Green Party definitions. (The other 5% believe that Jews should not live in the promised land until the Messiah returns. But we simply can’t wait for Glen Hoddle to be fit enough, so we’ll live there now, thank you very much. And, the holocaust caused such vast ‘displacement’ of the few Jews who survived it, they had no-where else to go).

So here I am, ready to cast my vote, Zionists are racists, Jews are murderers, Israel shouldn’t exist and the wrong keffiyeh is better than no keffiyeh! As long as you don’t wear it anywhere near Gaza.

Go Greens!!!!

Happy Sunday

A xxxx