They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
In the last 12 months the following have died in the service of their country:
- Fisher, Ian
- Brynin, James
- Savage, William
- Hetherington, Robert
- Flint, Samuel
- Webb, Jamie
- Shaw, David
- Walker, Richard
- Barrie, Walter
In an interview with the Evening Standard Alison Saunders, the successor to Kier Starmer as the Director of Public Prosecutions (DPP), ‘that attacks on women and other hate crimes were a “blight on society” that affected all sections of the community’.
Sorry Alison, but attacks on women are crimes – nothing more, nothing less. An unjustifiable attack* on any individual is a crime and there is no need to elevate one victim above another – regardless of their gender, nationality, political allegiance, skin colour, religion, sexuality, height, weight, shoe size, when they add the milk to tea/coffee or whichever order they apply jam and cream to their scone (however they pronounce it). Clear?
Why did I get the feeling that she’s not going to be any more useful than Kier?
Celestina Mba is, ostensibly, a Christian and, because of her faith, believes that being asked to work on the Sabbath is an anathema.
Employed by Merton Council in 2007 as a care worker in a residential care home for disabled children, she quit her job in 2010 because she felt she was being pressured to work on Sunday. Mba sued the council for constructive dismissal but in February 2012 the employment tribunal ruled against her. She is now going to the Court of Appeal where her lawyers will argue that “an employer has a duty to ‘reasonably accommodate’ the beliefs of a Christian employee”.
Now I’ll freely confess that I’ve forgotten almost everything I ever learnt about Christianity (and indeed every other religion) but thanks to the modern miracle that is the internet I can look up the commandment in question (or at least the current English translation of it) and whilst it does mention resting on the Sabbath, it reads (to this secular individual) more as an instruction to rest after your labours of the other six days. Sensible, if hardly earth-shattering, advice.
Thus, assuming that Mba’s employers didn’t ask her to regularly work all week, I can’t see the problem with her occasionally having to work Sunday rather one of the other six days of the week. I honestly can’t see that the Almighty she believes in really cares which day of the week she rests and devotes to him.
It is this quote from before her 2012 tribunal though which makes me question her and her faith:
“But I always told my children that if they came between me and God that I would always choose Him. I felt the same way when I had to choose between a job and worshipping Jesus.”
If I were her God, I’d say to her that she’s got that the wrong way around.
Whilst plugging his latest book at the Cheltenham Literature Festival last Saturday, professional plant-bother Monty Don said that he would
[...] like to see a garden or an allotment compulsory, so if it’s a flat, it comes with an allotment, and if it’s a house, it has to have a garden.
To which the only rational response is language that my mother would still scold me for.
Part of the reason I live in a flat is that I do not want the hassle of a garden; indeed I am so uninterested in anything plant related that I have nary a single one in my flat. If I did own a house with a garden area the most adventurous I’d get with it is a patch of grass to be mown every so often and lots of paving. I can’t tell a weed from another piece of plant life and have no desire to kneel in the dirt pulling one out of the ground.
If other people want an allotment, wish to turn their garden space into something that Tom and Barbara Good would feel at home in or feel the need to attempt to create something that would win the Chelsea Flower Show then bully for them. Just don’t inflict them on those of us who don’t want them.
The morality police achieved another victory in their battle to return us to the days of covered table legs yesterday when high street retailer WH Smith (SMWH) took their entire website offline.
Why the drastic action? Because the Daily Fail (that bastion of the soft-porn click-bait) happened to notice that if you searched for ‘daddy’, the site listed a number of books that could not be considered as suitable for children. I do wonder though how many children are a) going to be using the SMWH website and b) how may are going to be searching for daddy. Heck, I’m an adult whose interests could be considered quite wide-ranging but I don’t think I’ve ever used that term in any search box anywhere on the web.
That SMWH have taken such drastic action isn’t much as a surprise as they have history when it comes to bowing to the whims of special interest groups.
In order to solve the ‘problem’, which is limited to self-published items, SMWH have decided that, once their website returns, they are going to not list any eBooks which fall into this category for the forseeable future – regardless of their content.
Personally I’d suggest that a better approach would be to update their search functionality to include such basic abilities as ‘safe-search’ and ‘include/exclude self-published items’ but that would require knee-jerk puritans not to be knee-jerk puritans…
Millipede Jr is a miracle worker.
As a result of his speech yesterday, and barring iDave saying something utterly insane in his conference speech next Thursday, I will, if I find myself living in a Labour/Conservative margin seat come the 2015 General Election, hold my nose, grit my teeth and do something I never thought I’d do again: vote for the Conservative candidate. I shall do this with the (admittedly slim) hope that my vote will, in some way, help stave off the possibility of a Labour government lead by Ed Milliband by reducing the number of seats won by that party.
May Zeus have mercy on my soul.
Ladies and gentlemen, if you have not already read it, might I suggest popping over to Anna’s and reading her latest post?
Wayne Stilwell is, to be frank, an idiot.
For reasons known only to himself, he decided on 31st January this year to waste good bacon by taking it to Edinburgh Central Mosque and leaving it there.
Since anyone with half a brain cell knows that Muslims tend not to be too keen on pork products, this action was only going to cause offence.
All rather pathetic but nothing that the proverbial clip round the ear couldn’t have sorted out.
Sadly the Scottish judicial system decided that it wanted to keep this farce rolling for a bit longer and Stilwell was charged with a breach of the peace. According to Wikipedia, Scottish law defines this as
conduct severe enough to cause alarm to ordinary people and threaten serious disturbance to the community.
A very generous catch-all, I’m sure you’ll agree, given how alarmed ordinary people seem to get these days over rather innocuous things.
Stilwell, who has been held at HMP Edinburgh since pleading guilty, was handed a 10 month sentence on Tuesday.
10 months? For admitting to being a total prat? Huhne and Pryce only got 8 months apiece for perverting the course of justice, and Julia regularly mentions cases where habitual offenders get less than that for property and violent crimes.
Could someone please explain to me why taking Stilwell off the streets for 10 months (less once you consider probation etc) makes Scotland safer because from here it is a sentence that makes as much sense those handed down to Barry Thew, Matthew Woods and Jacqueline Woodhouse amongst others.