This message just in from Yugoslavia

Two years later he conducted Kenneth McKellar, who came ninth in Luxembourg singing A Man Without Love. McKellar had been persuaded to perform in a kilt, but when the BBC collected feedback from around Europe they found an unexpected comment from Yugoslavia. They thought the entry had been OK, but they felt the lady who sang it looked “rather butch”.

That could well be one of those tales which has improved with the telling of it…..

Slightly interesting little bit

So, I was in Prague a few weeks ago, the only genuine outer and true eurosceptic at all at a political meeting/gabfest. Was introduced to a Czech MP who asked that we stay. Well, you know, used to work for Farage, all that. Yes, so I understand your point, but won’t you think of us?

It’s hard enough trying to be a free market liberal, an anti-technocrat, with the British in. Think how much worse it will be with you out.

Well, umm, maybe you shouldn’t be in either then?

Yes, it could come to that…..

Nigel really has pissed off Schulzie, hasn’t he?

President Martin Schulz says speeding up of UK exit being considered after ‘continent taken hostage because of Tory party fight’

It’s actually because Schulzie just cannot put up with much more of Nigel taking the piss out of him in the Parliament.

And aren’t we rather looking forward to that first speech that Nige does give there? Wonder if the crowd will even let him have the floor.

Err, no, don’t think so

The mayor of Calais has called for migrant camps to be moved to Britain stating the country must “take the consequences” of the decision to leave the EU.

The Le Touquet agreement which keeps border checks – and many migrants – on the French side of the Channel has been called into question following Thursday’s Brexit vote.

Current law is that a carrier who brings someone into the country without the correct documents gets fined £2,000 a head (think that number’s right).

Thus the document checking is always going to be at embarkation.

Further, for anyone claiming asylum or refugee status, that claim must be made in France, it being a safe country. In other words, bugger off.

Independence Day

“There are 183 countries in the world who have independence days – what we have just done is we voted to become the 184th,” he said with relish.

Actually, I live in a country where they have three. There’s independence from Spain day, then the national day, then the independence from the fascists in 1974 day.

And why not a June 23 Independence Day? To be celebrated by putting on a slightly dodgy suit and having a pint and a fag outside the pub?

Or even, now that we are free, a fag inside the pub, if the landlord allows?

Sorry matey, doesn’t work that way

The petition, set up by William Oliver Healey, said: “We the undersigned call upon HM Government to implement a rule that if the Remain or Leave vote is less than 60% based on a turnout less than 75%, there should be another referendum.”

You could have put this into the rules, or the law, which called the referendum, that’s true. Something was like that in the last Scottish referendum but one I think. But post facto, just because you lost, no, sorry, it doesn’t work that way.

Dave’s Resignation Honours list should contain something for Nigel Farage

Clearly and obviously this should be so. The problem I’ve got is that I can’t quote work out what he gong should be.

To peg it to something, Dave gets an Earldom (if he wants it) for having been PM. Getting us out of the EU is clearly worth more than that. But perhaps not quite as much as the Dukedom that Churchill turned down. So, I’m currently pluming for a Marquessate. What the old Viceroy’s of India used to get upon retirement, seems about right.

Can’t use Kent as the title, pity. But then we don’t need to use a county, we can use a town. Of Ashford?

Well, yes, I suppose so

I phoned my Uncle Johnny (WWII Parachute Regiment) last night to wish him a happy 90th birthday. He was putting on his overcoat and heading into the rain to his polling station in West Yorkshire. I asked which way he was planning to vote.

“When I was 20 I dropped into France to stop the Germans taking over my country,” he replied, “so I thought I’d better have another go at stopping them now.”

We have indeed been asked before whether we’d like our country to be run by a fat German socialist. Herr Schultz.

Geneva’s expensive, isn’t it?

A ‘fellatio cafe’ where customers receive oral sex while they drink their coffee is set to be opened in Switzerland.
The outlet, set to be up and running in Geneva by the end of the year, would see men ordering a coffee before their choosing their prostitute on an iPad.
Customers would pay more than £40 for the drink and sex act, according to the firm Facegirl, which is modelling the idea on similar establishments in Thailand.

Thailand offers it free with the first drink, doesn’t it?

And the People of England have now spoken

Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget;
For we are the people of England, that never have spoken yet.
There is many a fat farmer that drinks less cheerfully,
There is many a free French peasant who is richer and sadder than we.
There are no folk in the whole world so helpless or so wise.
There is hunger in our bellies, there is laughter in our eyes;
You laugh at us and love us, both mugs and eyes are wet:
Only you do not know us. For we have not spoken yet.
The fine French kings came over in a flutter of flags and dames.
We liked their smiles and battles, but we never could say their names.
The blood ran red to Bosworth and the high French lords went down;
There was naught but a naked people under a naked crown.
And the eyes of the King’s Servants turned terribly every way,
And the gold of the King’s Servants rose higher every day.
They burnt the homes of the shaven men, that had been quaint and kind,
Till there was no bed in a monk’s house, nor food that man could find.
The inns of God where no man paid, that were the wall of the weak.
The King’s Servants ate them all. And still we did not speak.

And the face of the King’s Servants grew greater than the King:
He tricked them, and they trapped him, and stood round him in a ring.
The new grave lords closed round him, that had eaten the abbey’s fruits,
And the men of the new religion, with their bibles in their boots,
We saw their shoulders moving, to menace or discuss,
And some were pure and some were vile; but none took heed of us.
We saw the King as they killed him, and his face was proud and pale;
And a few men talked of freedom, while England talked of ale.

A war that we understood not came over the world and woke
Americans, Frenchmen, Irish; but we knew not the things they spoke.
They talked about rights and nature and peace and the people’s reign:
And the squires, our masters, bade us fight; and scorned us never again.
Weak if we be for ever, could none condemn us then;
Men called us serfs and drudges; men knew that we were men.
In foam and flame at Trafalgar, on Albuera plains,
We did and died like lions, to keep ourselves in chains,
We lay in living ruins; firing and fearing not
The strange fierce face of the Frenchmen who knew for what they fought,
And the man who seemed to be more than a man we strained against and broke;
And we broke our own rights with him. And still we never spoke.

Our patch of glory ended; we never heard guns again.
But the squire seemed struck in the saddle; he was foolish, as if in pain,
He leaned on a staggering lawyer, he clutched a cringing Jew,
He was stricken; it may be, after all, he was stricken at Waterloo.
Or perhaps the shades of the shaven men, whose spoil is in his house,
Come back in shining shapes at last to spoil his last carouse:
We only know the last sad squires rode slowly towards the sea,
And a new people takes the land: and still it is not we.

They have given us into the hand of new unhappy lords,
Lords without anger or honour, who dare not carry their swords.
They fight by shuffling papers; they have bright dead alien eyes;
They look at our labour and laughter as a tired man looks at flies.
And the load of their loveless pity is worse than the ancient wrongs,
Their doors are shut in the evening; and they know no songs.

We hear men speaking for us of new laws strong and sweet,
Yet is there no man speaketh as we speak in the street.
It may be we shall rise the last as Frenchmen rose the first,
Our wrath come after Russia’s wrath and our wrath be the worst.
It may be we are meant to mark with our riot and our rest
God’s scorn for all men governing. It may be beer is best.
But we are the people of England; and we have not spoken yet.
Smile at us, pay us, pass us. But do not quite forget.

They’re not going to forget us now, are they? For we have indeed spoken yet.

Ritchie does quite get macroeconomics, does he?

That immediate market reaction could just be speculative, but I doubt that. The fundamental uncertainty will flow through into a significant decline in investment, which will lead to recession, inevitably.

The decline in the value of sterling should logically lead to an interest rate rise but that would tip many UK households, and in turn many UK banks into financial crisis. Preventing this will require massive injection of funding from the Bank of England but not for investment, but just to keep banks afloat.

At the same time tax yields will fall, inevitably. Balanced budgets are now animpossibility.

Pound falls. This makes British assets cheaper. It also delivers a large dose of stimulus to the domestic economy. As in, you know, 1993?

This thus causes less foreign investment and a recession?


Quite so, quite so

He went on: “And we’ll have done it not just for ourselves, we’ll have done it for the whole of Europe.

“I hope this victory brings down this failed project and leads us to a Europe of sovereign nation states, trading together, being friends together, cooperating together, and let’s get rid of the flag, the anthem, Brussels, and all that has gone wrong.

“Let June 23 go down in our history as our independence day.”

I’m still pinching myself. This isn’t some masterly piece of maskirovka, disinformation, is it? Someone’s hijacked the entire internet and posted false results?