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Storm clouds

Nobody will accept responsibility for their own actions these days and accountability is a thing of the past. Many people in positions of authority are not up to the job but have the knack of diverting attention to their shortcomings by talking a lot of gobbledegook. When they are found to be lacking they should be outed immediately as liars and con artists.

Having had two near misses with mobility scooters turning into the road in front of me this week I am beginning to wonder if they are the new urban terrorists. Without warning they both simply made right angled turns to cross the road and not at designated crossing points. About time these people needed to pass an assessment before being allowed out in public. I am sympathetic to their needs but a lot of them are a danger to themselves and everybody else.

I am with you there. No matter how valid the arguement there is no justification for the current style of protest. When they block emergency vehicles the time has come for swift and very firm action. The current penalties are not severe enough, perhaps if they were trebled and firmly enforced it might get through to them that their behaviour is totally unacceptable. There again it is difficult to educate the uneducateable.

They wouldn't be able to protest so much if the police weren't there to protect them because the general public would sort them out. These people are so thick they cannot see that they are defeating their own argument no matter what it is through their behaviour.

Quite often on BBC the word nuclear is pronounced as nucular. Annoying from people who should know better.

The words mutton and lamb come to mind quite often when I see older or even old people dressing like adolescents. To see women in their seventies done up like teenagers and sporting tattoos is revolting. Where the men are concerned a lot of the styles have originated over the pond and that is where they belong. Society in general seems to have lost self respect and discipline to a point where we are doing a credible impression of the oozlum bird and we all know what that led to.

Better the devil you know

But in which direction?

A hat trick of talentless buffoons.

Supermarkets are fine for getting everything in one place but they cannot match the charisma that the old corner shops had. The unique smell in each one, a face behind the counter that you knew and no grumpy cashiers that couldn't give a monkeys about politeness and service.

Most of the colours I got playing rugby at Mellish were black and blue ,sometimes a bit of red thrown in but that could have been blood I suppose.

Norman Collier was always one of my favourites.

Not very good news for the ozone layer then.

When I was a kid , like most, I got spots. Not being known to do things by halves I virtually got spots on spots so my mother took me to the doctor. Nothing seemed to work so one Friday afternoon she literally dragged me into a shop that I was terrified of, the local herbalist. An old lady looked at me, gave me a packet of what looked like bottle green Smarties and the instruction to take one in a morning and another at night. Her parting words were to go and see her the following week. The following Friday I walked into that shop without a single spot on my face. That old lady would have run