Normality approaches

It’s been a hell of a start to the year. First grandchild, father reaches 80, another grand niece imminent (they know it’s to be a girl and they will all get train sets), and much more. Finally things seem to be settling down a bit.

I was supposed to get Lee Bidgood’s book finished in January but it didn’t happen. January was a bit of a blur, full of things I didn’t expect as well as things I did expect. Hopefully February will see it in print. It’s a damn good one.

Meanwhile in the real world, more and more political corruption is coming to light and those who didn’t win elections are still acting as though they did. Those who were never elected to anything still act as if they actually matter. The only change is that it’s all getting worse and fast.

We now have the spectacle of antismoking groups focusing on vaping and pretending it’s a problem that more and more people vape instead of smoking. It’s all ‘for the cheeeldren’ as usual.

Australia still bans the only successful quit-smoking method ever invented. Why? Is it because everything is upside down there? Has the Christmas-in-summer thing broken their minds? They have so many deadly creatures on land, sea and lurking in the dunny that smoking is nothing to worry about really. Can that be the reason? But they still push the patches and gum and Champix and still demonise smokers as harbingers of the Six Hundred and Sixty-Sixth Hand Smoke of Satan, all riding white supremacist racist pale horses with a bit of yellow staining around the hooves.

Australia pushes the stop-smoking methods that don’t work while banning the only one that’s been a success. They are not alone in this.

None of those methods were ever intended to work. The patches only work if you stick one over each eye so you can’t find your fags. The gum only works if it leaves such an awful taste in your mouth that you don’t want to put anything else in there at all. The pills only work because they make smokers kill themselves and the antismokers add them to the ‘stopped smoking’ list. Antismokers don’t want those things to actually have any marked effect on the amount of tax being sucked out of a legal product.

They are really pissed at ‘heat not burn’ gadgets. I looked at them but they are expensive so haven’t tried one. The antis are really upset at those because they are made by tobacco companies. Well, this is harm reduction being practiced by the tobacco companies – but that sort of spoils the illusion that all tobacco companies have one central head office in the deepest pit of Hell and that Satan laughs every time we light one up.

Satan hates smokers. We turn up asking for a light and he can’t pretend he doesn’t have one.

I bought another Electrofag recently. I’ve already mentioned it in the previous post. You can get a basic setup for less than the ludicrously inflated price of a pack of cigarettes in the UK. USB charger, battery, clearomiser and one bottle of vape juice will set you back £6.99 in a lot of the pound shops. There is no (legal) pack of cigarettes cheaper than about £7.50 in the UK. Vaping has not yet taken over from smoking for me but the prices mean it’s damn well worth a try.

You are advised to replace the clearomiser every few weeks. Replacements cost £1. A tiny bottle of juice costs £1. For those wanting to stop because of price, your initial setup is less than one pack of cigarettes and your weekly spend thereafter is way less than a fiver. That’s a hell of a lot cheaper than trying to do it with patches and gum and it has a success rate that leaves those methods in the dust. Yet the antis are outraged that the NHS even considers saving a fortune by prescribing these instead of Big Pharma’s overpriced useless junk.

If, like me, vaping doesn’t stop you smoking, you have risked less than one pack of cigarettes to try it. If it helps you cut down a bit you’ll save money. Switch to vaping for one day and it’s paid for itself!

So why do the antismokers have such a big problem with it?

Money.

If everyone switched to vaping, the tax take would plummet and the tax-funded antismokers would have no more reason to exist. When the problem is solved, the problem solvers have no more reason to be there.

It’s like UKIP. Their principal reason for existence was to get us out of the EU. That is now happening – it would happen faster if we had a Prime Monster with a bit of brain power but that’s a separate post – so it’s no surprise that UKIP are down in the polls. They’ve done what they set out to do.

However, the many antismoking groups, and those parasitic on the NHS for lifestyle control, depend on there being smokers to harass. They depend on there being fat people and Iceland shoppers and burger eaters and salt lovers and those who take two sugars in their tea. If everyone was slim and fit and Aryan, as they want (sound familiar?) the problems are all solved and they have no more reason to exist.

I think every smoker should switch to vaping for a week, maybe a month. We can all go back to smoking after that. By then, the Dreadful Arnott and her gang of Puritan zealots should have been totally defunded.

Or at least, we could grow our own or buy them in the EU – we are still in that monstrosity so let’s take advantage. Nip over to Denmark where a pack of Vikings or Skjold is under £4 in the corner shops. Don’t waste your time in duty free, you’re in the EU so it isn’t cheap in there. Get a month’s supply (it’ll probably cover the cost of the trip) and buy no fags in the UK for that month.

Watch the taxman panic. Watch the antismoking funds disappear. Watch them flounder around when the smoking taxes fall to zero. I’d predict that by the end of the month there’ll be no antismoking groups and no smoking ban. No need for them if nobody is buying cigarettes, right?

You’d see government actively encouraging smoking. They need us even though they hate us.

If you prefer rolling baccy or tubing, those are half the price on most of the continent too. A 180g pack of tubing baccy (makes about 360 cigarettes) costs well under £40 in Denmark. Corner shop prices. 18 packs of 20 for roughly £2 a pack. If you smoke a pack a day you just saved £95 on the UK prices over 18 days. Buy two and in just over a month you saved £190. Your plane ticket is paid for. You can get the tubes in Poundland at £1 for 200, and the tubing machine (Bull Brand) is also £1.

Can we organise this? It would be a killing blow for the antismokers. No tobacco tax for a month. We don’t all need to go overseas. Some will try vaping and like it enough to use it for a month – perhaps for good. Some are already getting theirs in the pub car park. It’s just us mugs paying UK tax that need to organise.

No tobacco tax for a month and the antismokers will be wiped out. Government will be on its knees. The NHS will be broken to the point where it has to shed the lifestyle parasites and get back to what it’s supposed to do.

Come on. Let’s do it.

 

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Tiny trains and cheeseboards

There’s a really hard frost out there tonight. The heating is on and the wood burner is going too, so it’s nice and warm in here. I’m glad I don’t have to drive tonight.

I did drive last night. Well, afternoon, evening and night. The total driving time is usually around 10 hours but with plenty of rest stops and the inevitable dead-slow driving on the M6, it took more than 13 hours to get home from south Wales. The car’s acceleration was affected by the luggage load, which included around 15 cheeseboard sets and a carrier bag full of cheeseboard tools. Also, an enormous quantity of N gauge track and some tiny trains to run on it.

There were weather warnings yesterday. Snow! Hail! Torrential rain! I drove around half the vertical length of the UK and didn’t see any of that beyond a few patches of drizzle at the Scottish border. If it hadn’t been raining I wouldn’t have realised I had entered Scotland.

There was a pretty strong wind late at night. No weather warning about that. It matters in the car I drive because it’s basically a box – fairly streamlined at the front but not at all at the sides. An invisible force trying to push you off the road does tend to keep your speed down.

Today, there is a smattering of snow outside and it’s freezing to the point where the driveway might be impassable in the morning. No warning about that either. The forecast for tomorrow is more snow and gale force winds – these do not merit one of the ubiquitous warnings.

It’s the north of Scotland. It’s February. Anyone who has lived here for more than a week knows the weather is going to be horrible. We do not need constant warnings that it might be a bit slippy outside. It always bloody is at this time of year! One day they’re going to warn about something really serious and nobody will pay any attention at all.

Anyway, that’s the standard British moan about the weather. We moan about it a lot because we do seem to get a hell of a lot of it and it’s mostly terrible. But if the weather was always nice, what would we moan about then?

I didn’t get any spectacular photos in Wales, most of the week was spent being sociable so I’m now enjoying not being sociable for a while. It could be a few days before I see my new granddaughter again because the roads are likely to be treacherous, especially at night, and I’m not going to risk it. I’d also be very much against my son and his family driving out here at the moment. It’s only just over a week since the birth. A bad time for a bit of slippery driving.

My granddaughter is nearing two weeks old. I wonder if she has a cheeseboard yet?

By now I expect you are wondering why I returned from Wales with fifteen cheeseboards and about five scale miles of N gauge track. Oh, I also have six chopping boards. I forgot about them. And a new dishrack. None of which I paid anything for.

Sometimes I have to just stop and wonder why I never seem to think any of this is in any way unusual, you know.

The trains first.

Oh wait, I have another Electrofag. It’s another 88-Vape one like the one I bought in Poundland some years back. This one was in Poundstretcher at £5.99 for the Electrofag and USB charger cable, £1 for a bottle of juice. Not quite the £1 Electrofag but it’s still available and cheaper than the cheapest pack of cigarettes for those who want a trial run. Poundland still have the juice, clearomiser and a ‘disposable’ battery for £1 each but selling the full kit at £1 clearly wasn’t feasible for long.

Digression over. I promise.

When I was really, really skint (I was living on food from Iceland) I sold off most of my N gauge railway stuff to pay bills. I sold a lot of tiny things I’d made that I no longer have the eyesight or rock-steady fingers to make again and I’ll probably always regret it but well, I was skint.

I didn’t sell it all. There were a few I couldn’t bear to part with. However, I had decided that if I was to make another railway I’d go for OO gauge instead. Prices are about the same but the pieces are a lot bigger. I can pick up a lot of stuff cheap on eBay since I don’t care about the modern DCC thing, so older models that don;t easily adapt are cheaper to buy. I’m currently working on replacing the awful Hornby Volvo-bumper couplings with Kadee buckeyes. They are more like American couplings but hell, I’m not sitting with tweezers joining up chain link couplings on a 20-wagon train. Oops, digressing again…

Okay. A friend of mine visited in the summer. This is the friend I bought some N gauge stuff from many years ago and some of that stuff was still here. So, as I didn’t think I’d use it again, I sent him home with a load of track and some trains.

Not all of it. I had plans to make a little N gauge setup, nothing like the one I had before which ran around the attic to the point where you could send off a coal train and not see it again for five minutes or more. There’s a sample of part of it (before the skint years) on YouTube.  A later one shows it after I’d sold the station buildings. I was thinking more of a little 4’x 2’6″ setup like one I made once before. Portable and can be stacked out of the way if necessary.

Well, it turns out he has no time to set anything up so he gave it all back to me. The train stuff I shipped from Wales to Scotland, then he shipped it back to Wales, I have now shipped back to Scotland. Some of the trains in this lot have done more miles than a few real ones, I’m sure.

This same friend was responsible for the cheeseboards and chopping boards. Also the bag of cheeseboard tools.

He has a woodburning stove, like me. Unlike me, he does not live on a farm with a load of ton-bags full of wood that is just there to be disposed of. This means he is always on the lookout for free wood.

His job takes him to various firms and he found one with a skip full of wood. Reject blanks that cannot be embossed with the company logo because of small flaws. He’s been using them as firewood, hence the bag of tools.

I’ll probably burn a few too but my son can make something else out of some of them. They are round so with a set of depressions and some marbles the tops would make good solitaire boards. I’ll use the tops of some to make pot rests, to protect the work surfaces from hot things. The bottom halves will be fuel. My son can use the tools for his own line in cheeseboards.

I can’t sell them as they are. They are designed by a specific company so are copyrighted. The cheese knives in them are pretty standard but the way the boards are made is company property. The same is true of the chopping boards. They are too good to burn but they can be made into something else.

So you see, there is a reason behind even the cheeseboard glut. It all makes sense in the end. well, it does to me.

That just leaves the dishrack. It’s a two layer one, and while I have a large kitchen I have a small draining board at the sink. My mother had one of these tower affairs and I made the mistake of commenting that it was a good idea. Next day, a new one arrived.

Never let your mother discover internet shopping.

 

The Silence

Well, granddaughter is home and busy tormenting her parents with sleep deprivation. There was a lot of hanging about the hospital because she’s my granddaughter and wasn’t going to start out the easy way. She’s fine now and is already trying to lift her head, and has a delightful scowl and a wicked smile.

It’s safe now to go and visit my parents for a little while. I’ll still have internet but not all the time. I will be expected to be sociable.

I have signed a contract as an editor for a small press, which might bring in a few pennies and will be good practice for editing the submissions to Leg Iron Books.

Speaking of which, I feel I should employ a cover artist. I can’t pay much but I don’t expect free work. You can opt for a share of royalties (these are small but ongoing) or a flat one-off payment. This will not affect author royalties, it will come out of my share. I’m looking particularly for a Tom Sharpe style cover image made up of scenes from the book. I’m sure there are those with far more talent than me who can do a better job than I ever could.

The recent quiet on the blog will continue for a week or so. Mid February, everything should be back to normal. I hope.

In the meantime, here’s a quick look at the baby born on the full blue blood supermoon. No hairiness, no tail, so she’s not a werewolf.

Why has my dad handed me to this homeless hippie?

Could be the Antichrist though. We’ll have to wait and see.

 

Ageing…

I have become a grandfather.

Congratulations are not really necessary, I had nothing to do with it – I did my part 30 years ago.

Well, I already have several pipes and several walking sticks (the one with a skull on top is likely to be favourite). I have a trilby, of course, but have lost my flat cap. Must get another.

I still have to source a bag of Werther’s Originals and a cardigan with leather elbows.

I hope this doesn’t mean I now have to drive everywhere at 20 miles an hour, hunched over the wheel and peering through classes that look like the ends of milk bottles.

Anyway, that’s one grandchild for me. Hopefully the first of many.

It’s a girl, by the way – but I will not be covering her in pink fluffyness. I have already begun explaining the classification system for steam engines and will soon move on to diesel wheel arrangements so she will be able to correctly differentiate between Co-Co and A1A-A1A. She’ll be able to stun a train geek into silence on any railway platform.

There is no reason why girls shouldn’t learn about archery, wood chopping, engine maintenance and repair and how to swing a scythe or extract a splinter.

This is going to be great, especially since I can pass her back to her parents whenever she needs a nappy change.

It might slow the publishing work for a few days but I’ll soon get it back to speed. She’ll be mostly sleeping and eating at first. She should make the most of this time, it’s the easiest part of life.

Well, now you can officially call me old…

A foray into the medical world

I was at the doctor today. Nothing wrong with me, I just had to register, as did CStM, with a nearby doctor. The one I rarely met before is now too far away and the nearest is only two towns away, so it was necessary to re-register.

Anyway, today was The Day of Assessment. They don’t have my medical records, such as they are, as yet. So they weren’t forewarned.

The assessing nurse, predictably, began by speaking as if I was senile. Then told me I shouldn’t be smoking. I did say I had some Electrofags and was still trying new ones. That is a good thing in the UK medical mind. Seems we did send most of the loonies to Australia after all.

Then she asked how much I drank a week.

When she got her breath back, she told me I was way over the recommended 14 units a week. I told her that they reduced the made-up number faster than I could reduce my drinking (it has reduced from its peak, which exceeded the old weekly limits most days and would probably have made her pass out entirely). The subject changed abruptly.

I was weighed and measured and a urine sample tested. They now have dipsticks that test multiple things in under a minute. I hadn’t seen that before. There have been some advances in medicine since I last visited, it seems.

To the quite evident disappointment of the nurse, there was absolutely nothing wrong with me. I am still free of any kind of medication.

The only thing, towards the end, was that my blood pressure was a little high. A nagging session where I am treated as if I have late stage Alzheimer’s is enough to explain that, I think, so I’m not going to worry about it.

I wasn’t invited back.

I wonder if, when my slim volume of medical notes arrives, they will be in a red folder with ‘beware – awkward bastard’ written on the front?

I bet they’ll wish they’d seen those first.

 

Insularity

Globalism cannot work on a global scale. It can only work on lots of local scales.

That seems to be where it’s heading in the end. Just a quick round up of the things I’ve seen today…

Emmanuel Macron says the French have to accept Islam and that refusing multiculturalism is treason. Yes, really.

Treason.

Refusing to let your race, culture and country die is treason. There is only one reason to say this, and only one reason for Macron to say France needs a king. It’s to cause insurrection and nationalism.

Germany is pretty much dead now. They had a war with Islam that hardly anyone in Germany noticed and they lost that one too. This can only lead to insurrection and nationalism.

Sweden is, frankly, fucked. Bombs go off every day, immigrants rape at will and the authorities pretend it isn’t happening. The inevitable result? Insurrection and nationalism.

Lily Allen, the Mouth of Sauron, has claimed that all the thousands of girls raped in the UK by immigrant Muslim rape gangs would have been raped anyway. Labour MPs have supported her position, even going so far as to say these innocent, easily led Muslim immigrants learned their rapey ways from British working class people. Where do you think that is headed?

America is determined to rid itself of the only president they’ve had in decades who actually does what he said he would do. He’s not following the Plan. So there is a rise in groups determined to fill America with lawless illegal immigrants, drug gangs, rapists (there it is again) and the only outcome can be… you guessed it.

All of the countries of the world will seal their borders and within each country, globalism will rule. Each country will be the same and nobody will leave their oppressed regime because they think everywhere else is worse. There you go. Global control. Every country the same, every one under Nazi-style rule and every one of them thinking the rest of the world is Nazi while they live in the only sane country left.

There’ll be spaces between, of course, where the ‘rebels’ live, but the authorities won’t care about them. Anyone appearing in their country who doesn’t utterly conform will be reported or killed by the indoctrinated population. Which of the utterly dependent drones will embrace a life where they have to do everything for themselves? You can’t rouse them now. What chance do you have when they are insular and trained to hate anyone different?

You cannot unite the world to rule it. It has been tried over and over again. It cannot work. You can, however, divide it to rule it. Each little bit thinks it rules itself while in reality each bit is a hive in an apiary. Each hive has its own ruler but the beekeeper owns it all. The leaders we have now will just be puppets… aren’t they already?

That’s the idea anyway. Of course, it won’t work, except maybe in a few places. even then it won’t work for more than a few generations.

Look at Iran now, or North Korea in a decade or so. Their dictatorships will fall apart. China was totally Communist to the point where everyone wore the same clothes. It’s not really Communist now. It claims to be but, like Russia, you can work your way up to millionaire through State capitalism while still pretending to be communist.

Venezuela is in transition. It was socialist/communist, it fell apart, it’ll recover by adopting a Chinese or Russian style capitalist/faux communist persona or it will starve to death. Venezuela will change before it starves. I am confident of that.

You can, however, do what the globalists really want on a small scale. In a few countries. If those countries pose no threat then they are more like Turkmenistan than North Korea. Nobody goes there, nobody cares what they are doing. You can run them any way you please. It can be done, I’m not going into details here but I think, looking at how things are going out there, I’m not the only one who worked it out. You really don’t need the whole planet for what they want. You just need a sufficient supply.

They will fall back on this when the current game fails, as it will. They have used mass immigration and especially Islam as foils. They do not want Islam to dominate. Islam is set up as the target for division of nations. Its purpose is to set each nation into an insular state where none of them will accept any kind of immigration, and Islam will be eradicated in that process.

Incidentally, Islam controls a lot of oil. The globalists want that oil. They don’t want the people around it but they can’t go in and kill them all without popular support. Yeah, come on, it’s not rocket science.

I don’t have this fully formed in my head yet. There is a lot of it. I’m just one bee in one hive in an apiary of hundreds of hives, trying to see the beekeeper. I see where my hive and some of the surrounding hives are going. We’re all going ‘independent’ under our own queens, answerable to no queen of any other hive but still all individually under the control of the beekeeper who owns all the queens.

Hives won’t talk to each other. We will all think we are independent. The beekeeper smiles…

It will fail. You can’t stop curiosity on that scale. You can’t win by oppression. You win by benevolence. Even by oppressive benevolence. As long as they don’t know it’s oppression.

If people are not hungry or scared they have no reason to rebel. Most people only want an easy life. Food, shelter, warmth. Give them that and they will do whatever you want. They will fight anyone who tells them they are enslaved.

It’s depressingly easy. Still, it’s even easier if you first rescue them from a threat you caused, Like, say, Islamification. You’ll be a hero and they will hang on your every word.

There’s more of this if I can find a way to articulate it.

For now, stock up on essentials.

I see a bad moon rising.

Day 12

On the twelfth day of Christmas I took to bed with me…

Twelve wankers wanking
Eleven luscious lezzies
Ten tattered testes
Nine knackered nipples
Eight aching arseholes
Seven septic spunkbags
Six convicted vicars
Vi…Brating…Things
Four boy scouts
Three French whores
Two shithouse doors
And the Lord Montague of Beaulieu

That’s it. I’ve remembered that from about 1976 and it’s hopefully in all your heads now.
The twelve days of Christmas is finished. Time to take the decorations down and put them away until next year.

We can now return to our regular program. Mainly, whisky and tobacco.