Something About Everything

Well, January the longest month ever invented is coming to an end!
It coincides quite nicely with the increase in Council tax bills and the ever-rising cost of the humble onion!
The councils claim that they are unable to provide the level of service required for the income they receive. Similarly, the onion growers state that, due to poor crops last year, they will have to increase their prices.
Getting on the band-wagon, I have decided to tell the Government that, due to a bad year last year, I will have no option other than to raise the amount of benefit I receive! Let's see how that goes down...shall we?
It looks like the wife and I will FINALLY get our house back to just us. YES... the boy has mentioned leaving at the end of the month! Not holding my breath, though, to be honest, he has been known to actually emerge from his pit during the hours of day-light recently!!

"How about a poem ?" I hear you ask. OK.

The year ahead looks pretty bleak
Where every day seems to last a week
From pay-day to pay-day will seem like a year
Especially with onions becoming so dear.

On Feb 14th the paying out will start
Maybe this year, I'll just give her my heart
Then it's Easter and time for eggs
I don't think my wallet will have the legs

Then on to summer and our holiday
Why does all my mail say "Please Pay"
Apart from the junk urging me to buy
They must all think I'm a wealthy guy

Why does everyone I know have a birthday each year
The cost of giving gifts will be too much, I fear
For my bank account to stand the strain
To give to others is money down the drain

Before you know it, it's Christmas again
And once more my wallet's in pain
Because everybody wants a gift
Tis not the season to be thrift

To end this poem on a lighter note
This year all Americans have to vote
It's time to choose a new world-leader
Let's hope they're better than the last bleeder

*breaking news***
This just in.
The Government has just realised that, actually, most troublesome youths DO NOT want to get an education. They have decided to eliminate these "problematic children". This will free up thousands of school places for those kids who do want to learn. A survey has shown that it is 1 million times cheaper to shoot these muppetts than to provide the special schooling needs, teachers, welfare officers, probation officers, prison staff, police, CCTV, benefits, free housing etc.

Have a great 2008

Well, it's finally here! 2008 has arrived!

Numpty is still with us, but (hopefully), he will be moving out this month. The wife and I haven't had the house to ourselves for nearly eight years now, and we need some serious "us time"!

Though it looks, financially, like we may have to rent out our spare-rooms, it's not an option that we're too keen on. We'll have to see how things go.

To those of you currently reading the blog from bonnie Scotland, hope the weather isn't causing too many problems (ha ha).

Have just heard on the news that domestic fuel prices are set to rise. No surprise there, then.
Seriously considering selling the house and contents and setting up home in the woods somewhere. Should keep the visitors down, and we can just burn more trees if we get cold! Eat wild fruits and rabbits. I think it's called survival, an interesting idea.

Have also heard that Northern Rock and it's bosses are safe as the Government plans, once again, to bail them out. I say "Fuck 'em". No one helps us out when times are hard, they just take our house away. Financial decisions made by some money-grabbing bastard in the banking industry have ruined thousands of lives, even to the point of people committing suicide. If I drove someone to suicide, I'd be up before the Judge for manslaughter. Why should it be any different just because you're a bank? The actions taken by these people cause untold suffering....they should be held accountable!

Thought you might like a poem

Ha ha it's here at last
Goodbye to the old, hello the new
Another long, hard year has past
I know this year my lottery win's due

So what does 2008 hold for us all
Maybe sickness, death and upset
Let's hope we can at least make it to Fall
It's started well..I haven't got MRSA yet

What with scroungers, immigrants and the like
All taking the piss with benefits and stuff
We'll have to trade in the Merc for a push-bike
After selling everything, we'll end up in the buff

It can't be that bad, I hear you all say
Oh no?..just wait till your mortgage deal runs out
It's happened in the States, it'll happen here one day
And then, trust me, my friend, you'll be the first to shout