Balls to the Sun

The sun! July! Sun spotted in Britain shocker! In a way I wish it was another post grumbling about the lack of sunshine here in Blighty because in a few weeks (probably days) this will be yesterdays fish & chip parcel but im here now so chip in with my two penn'orth. That's the beauty of teh interwebz, everyone can pile in from the grandest lion right down to the cheeky water vole stirred into life by the current hot gossip (or 'clecs' as we say here in Wales) ringing around the planet. Me? Im more honey badger myself but before Mr Jakes goes all Wind in the Willows I will jump to it with the grace of gazelle and...enough!
The Sun (tabloid newspaper and self appointed moral guardians) has defended its decision to share grainy footage of the Queen and Queen Mother being 'taught' the Nazi salute as a matter of 'historical significance'. Yeah, righto. I will take a punt here but the majority of sensible Brits can cut through the bullsh!t and see it for what it really is - a child doing something they don't understand the significance of. Her Majesty was seven years old for crying out loud! Remember, this was 1933, a good many years before Hitler revealed his true twisted intentions. Easy for us in 2015 and knowing the full horror to comment but the world in 1933 was a different place (apparently the mad führer was Time's 'Man of the Year').

Regular readers of my blogs will know by now that im no great lover of the monarchy, I wouldn't lose sleep if it was binned after the Queen's reign (I'd miss the pomp and ceremony of course). Its not fashionable these days to say it but Elizabeth II has done a sterling job, we've been fortunate here in Britain to have known her. Mark my words, she will be greatly missed when we begin the next chapter in the UK's rich history. Yes, she will.
Ah well, at least we'll get a few laughs from conspiracy theorists who will lap this story up like tramps on cheap cider. I can hear their blogs stirring into life even as I type this now. Jump to it, I could do with a giggle.

Hester: Keep It Lad

So Stephen Hester, the Royal Bank of Scotland boss, has caved in to childish demands to give up his £1m bonus. What a berk is all I can say. Dai Jakes would never have given in. Not a bacon buttie's chance in the kitchen. If such a large bonus was in his contract then he should have it, and not be bullied into giving it up by a jealous public.
I have a suspicion that if Mr Hester was related to you, you wouldn't be so angry, and your 'concern' over job losses at places like Peacocks woud dwindle to nothingness.
I mean where the heck is the outrage over footballers wages? They earn over £100,000 a week, yet nobody seems to mind this obscenity. (And it IS obscene and if you don't like it, you are obscene too).
By all accounts Hester is good at his job. We ought to be ashamed of ourselves for forcing him to give his agreed bonus back. He has done his job, nothing more and now has to throw away the money he is perfectly entitled to because the great unwashed don't like it.
Shame on them.
And as a footnote, he was taken on my RBS after the banking crisis not before it. His job was to turn everything around and apparantly making a good fist of it.