Bobby47
Mar 27, 2018
More information on the Seacombe “Pop-up” Birthing Centre
You’ve produced some wonderful work down the years lad and this series of articles covering this issue are as important as any you’ve ever reported on.
I hope our Wirral girls get to read all the component parts of your body of work and it’s argument and work it out for themselves to weigh up all the risks they are taking before going along with something that someone originally thought, ‘this is a good idea’.
Well done kid.
Bobby47
Mar 19, 2018
Thoughts on the new Seacombe “Pop-up” Birthing Centre, opening on Tuesday 20th March 2018
To demonstrate that this latest slither of blue sky gimmick driven thinking is such a jolly good idea and it’s champion Councillor Mooney desperately wants to convince our pregnant girls they have nothing to fear during the delivery of their child, let her commit herself to an act of lovemaking, become pregnant and commit herself to be one of the first to tip up and place herself and her unborn babe in the hands of those who’ll be running this Pop Up or Out Birthing Centre.
I’ll tell you now, if I were a gestating foetus and was about to be born into the World, the last place I’d want to be would be there in Seacombe taking my bloody chances on a very uncertain outcome.
Bobby47
Mar 13, 2018
Protected: Wirral Waters – otherwise known as “Shanghai on the Irish Sea” – HAS DIED
Truth is all these jaunts to foreign lands are nothing more than a ‘jolly’ which we pay for. There’s the great pile of paper our travellers produce to Cabinet that moreorless says, ‘we’re going on a trade mission to create you all wealth, a thousand jobs and millions in savings’. Then there’s the meetings that sanction the bollocks where they gather together, nod their heads affirmitively and give their blessings to those lucky enough to get their flights, hotels and expenses paid for whilst we all sit there waiting for the inevitable outcome. Absolutely fuck all! Nobody really expected anything other than fuck all. Nobody ever believed they’d come back with anything other than fuck all, and unless the travellers used a little entrepreneurial spirit and began flogging Wirral Tea Towels from a suitcase on the steps of the local market, nothing other than fuck all was anticipated once they’d returned to Blighty and reported back to the nodding heads who sent them on the jolly to fly, feast, drink and talk bollocks to a group of people who really couldn’t understand why they’d bothered to fly half way across the globe for fuck all.
Course, at the root of this bollocks is it’s possible to hoodwink the Council and the people by talking bollocks. It’s all so easy. Mention foreign lands, foreign investment, a thousand jobs and an opportunity to do something slightly exciting and being told this’ll make us millions, and Bing, Bang Bong you’re on your way sat in business class, giggling your heads off planning a week of getting pissed, probably masturbating and hopefully alone watching the Adult Channel in your four star hotel room hoping that when daylight returns you’ll find some twat with a business card who might just say, ‘I’ll be in touch’.
T’is the season soon for MIPIM at Cannes and once again thousands of Councillors and Council Officers from Blighty will board their flight, arrive in sunny France, talk bollocks, win responses from their listeners that amount to absolute bollocks, fly back and report ‘we’ve had some tasty nibbles from foreign investors’ and then we wait. We wait and wait for the inevitable and highly predictable ‘Fuck All’, which, given the nature of the Game and the consistency of the final outcomes that have been before, Fuck All is what we expected before they ever decided to embark on their ‘jolly’.
Bloody Council! Cut me grass. Sweep me streets. Water me hanging baskets, fill in me potholes and collect me bloody rubbish that I diligently recycle over and over again so that it can be collected, crushed and shipped out to foreign shores and get dumped in someone else’s backyard resulting in this crazy deluded need to travel to foreign lands and talk bollocks.
Bobby47
Mar 11, 2018
Protected: Wirral Waters – otherwise known as “Shanghai on the Irish Sea” – HAS DIED
Down here, at the bottom end of the A49, where if you shout Dad everyone turns round, the Council embroiled themselves in a similar wild, crazy, deluded and highly expensive venture that only ended when the Ukraine,happily for me and other tax payers, decided to have their Civil War and destroy any further hopes of them spending more of our money on foreign travel, Consultancy fees and a whole raft of other ways to waste our diminishing pile of wealth.
For some reason, years ago, probably after consuming great handfuls of psilocybin mushrooms, the bastard Council decided that the Ukraine might want to build their weapons factory down here and have our youngest and brightest sat on a production line building component parts and fit them into a huge bomb that’d eventually be dropped on the heads of people who were simply minding their own business whilst their Government had decided to make war against some place who’s name nobody could properly pronounce let alone point to on the global map of planet bloody Earth.
Course, when the Ukraine descended into chaos, and it became clear we wouldn’t be able to build this impressive bomb, the whole bureaucratic beast of burden, the bastard Council, went quiet, never gave the matter a backward glance and there was never ever a single mention that we’d spent a huge wedge of cash wining and dining the same people who had the technological know how to build a bomb that the Council had claimed would create a thousand jobs and wealth beyond our wildest dreams.
And it’ll be the same outcome for the Wirral. You’ll never know how much was spent, who bloody spent it and where the cash was haemorrhaged. God help us all. We’re bloody doomed!
Return to Bomb Alley 1982 – The Falklands Deception, by Paul Cardin
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