Monthly Archives: December 2011

Bicester Village

You may have heard dreadful traffic reports emanating from your radio for the area around Bicester Village? If you haven’t you might be interested in the reasons and if you heard you’ll have a reasonable handle on what was happening.

Bicester has a population of around 27,000 so it definitely isn’t a village but it does have Bicester Village on its outskirts. To get to Bicester Village you have to travel along the A41 and the traffic was so bad this week people had actually parked, yes you read that right, parked on the sides of the dual carriageway, hence the Police closing the road. Things got so bad that the Bicester Village management people suggested later on the 26th December that no one should attempt to visit until Wednesday 28th December after 5:00 PM.

Bicester Village is an out of town shopping centre, which is in effect outlet shops for the biggest, and most prestigious brands you might consider buying. Most days you’ll find real bargains there and at sale times there are even better savings.

There are large car parks all around it and you don’t have to walk very far at all to get into the mall. You can go by train and they have special buses, which run from central London on an hourly basis. Lot’s of coach trips go there because the tourists want to go there. More nationalities, than you could shake a very big stick indeed at, go there in droves and spend their holiday money on big brand named goods.

For example you could buy a Mulberry bag which originally cost £695 for £345 or a Paul Smith suit for £250, or two pairs of Levis for £70 or a Links of London friendship bracelet for £50 or less. It’s actually a nice experience just visiting as your fellow shoppers are interesting in themselves. It can get a bit hot in summer but of course there’s a Pret (can’t we have a lot more of these in Edinburgh please), and an ice-cream place and some other eateries. You could also pop into Smythsons for a handy wee notebook and say hello to Samcam. Okay it’s pretty unlikely she’ll be in since she provides marketing advice to them at their Head Office no doubt) but she doesn’t live that far away when she isn’t in Downing Street.

So, loads and loads of people plan to be there for the sales starting on 26th December. Those who know what to expect leave early and queue for less time and those who don’t plan get there and spend a lot of time looking at the inside of their cars. Once there are enough cars there’s gridlock. So people pull over and park where they happen to be, namely the A41.

If you are of the persuasion, which considers quality brands as being de rigueur, plan ahead and go visit. You can fly to London on an early flight, grab the bus out to Bicester buy your stuff and get back to the airport for an evening flight. Or make it a two day trip and do Chelsea, Covent Gardens, Libertys and lunch at either Bibendum or The Gallery Restaurant at Fortnum & Masons.

What you save at Bicester Village will go a long way to covering your costs in London. Maybe. Maybe not.

If you are not of the persuasion which considers quality brands as being de rigueur then give it a miss and save yourself a lot of money, stay home and do the stuff that is important to you.


Posted by on December 30, 2011 in General


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It’s fraud, it’s fraud, it’s fraud!


  1. Wrongful or criminal deception intended to result in financial or personal gain.
  2. A person or thing intended to deceive others, typically by unjustifiably claiming or being credited with accomplishments or qualities.

Fraud is a pretty serious. We normally hear about fraud when people cheat the benefits system and the court case is featured in the local paper, mainly as a example to others who may do or consider doing the same type of thing. We also hear about fraud when a person embezzles money from their business or from their employers business. A convicted fraudster may find life after conviction difficult to say the least, not to mention the likelihood of a jail term to contend with. So Fraud is viewed seriously in the UK and other countries around the world.

Exhibit A.

If a fraud is obtaining financial or personal gain then consider just one (and there are a large n umber to choose from) of the emails from the Climategate 2 release. A certain Mr Wigley (perhaps this should be Wriggly) sends an email to Phil Jones and Ben Santer, both of whom are major contributors to the IPCC and to the warmist cause in particular. Mr Wigley suggests that by reducing the ocean temperatures by 0.15 of a degree C this will then reduce the land temperatures. This is important because it will reduce the temperatures in the 1940s making the higher temperatures in the 1990s look more extreme. (Drop by here for more info).

Is this a fraud? Look carefully at the wording. It’s data manipulation to meet a predetermined end result? Does this meet the definition of fraud? Yes.

Exhibit B.

What would be the situation if a newspaper was publishing articles which are not true. By not true I mean they have presented information, which is clearly incorrect and can be verified as such.

Our good friends at The Guardian (the newspaper that claimed NoTW reporters were deleting emails from Millie Dowlers mobile phone message box which subsequently turned out to be untrue according to the Police) have claimed that global warming of the warmist kind could dramatically increase severe weather events.

Evidence is available which clearly and accurately show this to be complete nonsense. Steven Goddard debunks this succinctly here.

The main point is that these people have been doing things like these and worse in order to maintain the myth and scam that global warming is. They have also gained through this as they continue to be awarded grants, which pay their salaries. Some have also gained further as they have been recognised by there peers and won awards.

Now comes the interesting part. Warmist scientists have made claims that “deniers” should be prosecuted for daring to question the science behind the warmist claims. They feel this reduces the response which is required to mitigate the dangers the world faces due to climate warming/change.

A large section of the MSM have also been involved in reporting propaganda which has provided the lifeblood for this scam. The warmists methods have been exposed by good quality research which has been peer reviewed. The Climategate emails distribution and, the lowest blow of all, the climate not behaving as they predicted and not being able to model the past, really expose them as “having no clothes”. Not a pretty sight.

The fraud is wide spread and has been incredibly damaging to millions of people. Is it not time that some of these scientists and journalists are arrested and put on trial? It may be the case that their crimes are of a nature, which would require a trial in The Hague.

It’s easy for big government, who use the warmist cause for their own ends, to turn a blind eye on these huge deceptions whilst targeting small people (as they see it) and making sure they fell the full force of the law.

How long before someone is brought to trail somewhere in the world for global warming exaggeration crimes and bringing science into disrepute?

Let’s not hold our breath whilst we wait meantime.


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Just ordinary men.

They were just ordinary men with ordinary backgrounds. They stood and chatted with each other, comparing notes about family and friends, showing photographs of loved ones and sharing food, drink and cigarettes. Only a few hours earlier they had been shooting at each other on a battlefield and only a few hours later they would recommence on the ground they were standing on and kill those same men just like themselves with the same hopes and ambitions.

The 1914 Christmas truce is a well-known occurrence early in the First World War, the war to end all wars or the Great War. In Late December the soldiers and officers of the British Army were disappointed that they were still in France. The popular scenario bandied about was that it would all be over before Christmas. It wasn’t and they weren’t.

At that moment the British Army was made up of full-time professional soldiers whereas the German Army were mainly conscripts. The trench system was still in its infancy but still men were being killed at levels, which can only be described as criminal and would of course later become wholesale slaughter.

The accounts of the truce here, here and here tell it better and provide more detail than I can.

“We don’t want to fight on this day or any other” is a quote from a German soldier during the truce, it kind of sums up all wars past, present and future. Ordinary men and women who don’t want to fight and military and political leaders who don’t see themselves as ordinary and who want OTHERs to fight on their behalf for aims which are at best dubious and at best ill considered and meaningless.

At this time of year we’ve enjoyed Christmas and the Christmas spirit bringing cheer to all men. We have New Year to come when we regard the year we’ve survived and look forward with optimism to the year ahead. We take time out to remember those who are no longer with us and to hope that those less fortunate than ourselves find life easier in 2012.

We all should be actively pursuing good works, which give our lives more value and meaning. There are those who will do no such thing and will selfishly pursue their own agenda.

Next year we shall be a year closer to inevitable power cuts forced on us by warmist, meaningless dogma. We will also be paying more for energy; we will perhaps be coming to terms with the break up of the Euro Zone and perhaps even the EU itself. We will be a year nearer a Scottish Independence referendum. Most importantly we will be a year older and where will the value of that year have been demonstrated?

Answers on a a postcard to…

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Posted by on December 28, 2011 in Politics


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Dr Who at Christmas.

There are some TV programmes that end up with a sort of “National Treasure” status. Some even take on cult status. “The Good Life, Monty Python, Blue Peter, Coronation Street, The Office, The Royle Family, Morecambe and Wise, Only Fools and Horses, Dr Who etc. etc.

Why do they become so popular? They can be funny, serious, weird, educational or anything else for that matter. There is no recipe, if there was there would be loads and loads of popular programmes with millions of people watching them. Maybe they just appear at the right time? Maybe there are based on something which is happening in the background of the real world or maybe the talents of the people involved come together in a special way.

Dr Who is just such a programme.  It’s not every ones cup of tea which is just fine really. Dr Who is higher on the scale because it was brought back after having reached a point where it had become a parody of it’s self. Back it came though, pushed through by people who had watched it in its hay day and liked Dr Who at it’s best, they were Dr Who enthusiasts.  It’s worked out pretty well although it’s changed again recently with plots becoming very convoluted, very convoluted indeed.

Not to worry though because this years Christmas episode was billed as being the best Christmas Dr Who “eva”! All I can say if that was the best, the rest much have been woeful, although this isn’t the case since I’ve seen the others and they were so much better than this one that you couldn’t compare them.

Let me explain. This years Christmas special was set during the Second World War. Dr Who ends up helping a Mother of two children go off on a break after which the said Mother has then to tell the two children that their father has been killed in action whilst flying a Lancaster bomber.

Since the Mother helped Dr Who previously, he has augmented the place they are staying so it’s pretty whoosh, bang, oooh etc. A big Christmas present is sitting in the lounge and no one has to open it. Young child, a boy does just that and ends up wandering about a parallel world, which looks like a snowy pine forest.

Anyway the trees are alive or they have a life source within them. Nasty people come in a big walking robot ship thing. They are very bad because the forest is going to be reduced to a pulp by an acid rain storm created by the bosses of bad people in robot. The Mother of the boy ends up inside robot with the crew. She overcomes the crew because the female crewmember won’t treat her as a prisoner and uses a space version of political rhetoric to talk the other two male members of the crew into to giving up their weapons. She also  has a revolver in her pocket just to make sure that the rhetoric is backed up.

The Mother eventually gets to a sort of giant lighthouse with a gianter golf ball at the top. A tree king and queen have captured the boy and the life forms within the trees, which look like sparkling stars, have made their way to the lighthouse too. Dr Who is there also. The King and Queen turn the boy into a storage receptacle for the “stars” but he is too weak. No problem Dr Who will do it but he can’t because he too is weak. The Mother can do it then because she is strong. She is strong because she is a “mother” She does. The stars go into space and hubby makes it out alive by following giant lighthouse to holiday spot, landing it on a lawn that you’d struggle to land a decent sized remote control plane.

Dr Who goes back to London to visit with tall Scottish girl assistant although they have fallen out. She has s et a place at the table for him just is case he visits. Dr Who cries.

Roll credits.

What a complete load of left wing, feminist, environmentalist guff. Of course it wasn’t a rip of avatar either. Dr Who crying? Just don’t go there.

If this is what the best that the Dr Who team can do then it’s all over including the shouting for the programme again. The scenery might not be wobbly now but the plots certainly are.

If every programme made buy the BBC is becoming a vehicle for activism of some sort then it re-enforces the need for the license to be scrapped and/or something more drastic to reel in the BBC.

Later tonight they will bask in their glory, which will be a costume drama of Great Expectations. They’ve done it before, more than once. I wonder how they’ll build in activism?

I’ll let you know.


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Merry Christmas

I’d like to thank Subrosa, Autonomous Mind and Mrs TT for the help, support and encouragement over the past six months.

I should also thank the politicians and warmists who have also contributed by providing amazing and incredible nonsense on which I have commented on.

Thanks to all the constant readers who have grown in number.

I hope you have a lovely Christmas day and that Santa is good to you.


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Posted by on December 24, 2011 in General, Uncategorized



Dear Santa…

This post was originally published on the Subrosa blog and is republished here with permission.

Dear Santa,

Hello Santa. It’s been a few years since I last corresponded with you. I say corresponded although in reality it was all one-way traffic. I wrote and asked and you delivered, up to a point anyway.

I enjoyed the red and yellow fixed wheel Triang tricycle with the solid tyres you brought for my 4th Xmas. I was also particularly keen on the huge crane for my 7th, the gun that shot round corners for my 8th and Tommy Gun (down market version of Action Man) although his orange facial colouring may well have been ahead of it’s time.

There were many other presents, which I also enjoyed. The pretend shop with it’s own wee till and the pretend post office with it’s stamper could be enjoyed for hours at a time. Meccano and Lego were equally splendid as was plasticine. Spirograph had it’s moments along colouring in books, sticker book rub on transfer book thingies, painting by numbers and plastic moulds for making plaster of paris figures could also be entertaining but probably only the once. Other oddities, included bagatelle, home knitted jumpers or socks or gloves, pyjamas, slippers etc. didn’t quite hit the spot.

The Broons, Oor Wullie, The Beano, The Dandy, The Victor and The Rothmans Football Year Book were all very acceptable for reading material. And the copious amounts of chocolate from selection boxes

All in all Xmas presents where pretty damn fine. Well done you Santa.

In later years things became a tad more sophisticated. My Timex watch, which showed numbers rather than having hands and a face, was a wow moment. I didn’t realise that buses didn’t run exactly to the timetable until I had that watch. There was also a pen, which could produce about ten colours of ink although it was fairly bulky. A full size drawing board complete with set square, those clear plastic triangles and a proper compass and dividers was used for years.

Music albums, cassettes CDs, music players of varying sizes and sound quality, cameras of varying size and quality although it was rare that the films were ever developed because it wasn’t cheap.

Yes Santa you did me proud.

I’m offering a deal here. I’ll not write to you again, ever, if you deliver the following requests? I’m sure this would save you and the elves time since it would reduce the metal bashing, wood turning and electronic soldering which modern day elves have to be experts on.

My list this year is –

  1. Reduce the size of the BBC as suggested by Peter Jay.
  2. Make the Guardian cease to exist or have it move right by a few degrees.
  3. Shut the IPCC down.
  4. Begin criminal prosecutions against all those scientists, journalists, politicians and general gobby warmists who have been responsible for presenting information in a misleading and biased form, which have resulted in policy development detrimental to the wider population.
  5. Disband the EU instantly.

I have many other similar requests Santa but I think these five should “hit the spot as it were”.

I shall ensure that a drink, a cake and a carrot or two are left out for you and the reindeers when you make good the delivery of the aforementioned items.

All that is left to say is “have a restful time following your busy evening on the 25th. I hope your New Year is jolly good and all the better for knowing you will have one less delivery to make from now on.

Bah humbug!

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Posted by on December 24, 2011 in General, Politics


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Christmas decorations

In the loft, usually, lurks at least one box, which holds the Christmas decorations. The likelihood is that people have them for years and add and subtract from the “core” as fashions, décor or personal taste changes.

Question, is your tree real or artificial? Real can be pretty splendid but there is the question of dropped needles. Yes, I know things have improved and it’s less of an issue now than it used to be. I am still psychologically scarred from an experience I had a few years ago with a very large real tree.

I may have slightly under-estimated the size of the purchased tree. Si I had to cut a few inches off the bottom and another 18“ of the top bit which was spindly anyway. This allowed the tree to stand in the hall. It was duly decorated and looked pretty much okay although there was a growing odour, which wasn’t entirely pleasant emanating from the tree, which got worse as the days passed.

The day of the tree being “taken down” arrived and the decorations and lights were removed from the tree. I’d been giving the final tree removing some thought and had acquired a large sheet of polythene on which the tree would be placed gently, before being wrapped up and then dragged through the nearby outside door. And yes I was naïve enough to actual think I could achieve this.

Getting the tree down went pretty well. Huge amounts of needles fell off but were contained by the polythene. One nil to me. I wrapped the polythene around the tree as best as I could and used that vey sticky packing tape to secure it. Two nil to me. I then gripped the trunk tightly and started to drag it toward and out of the door. Three nil to me.

Of course the tree had a diameter wider than the door aperture so it was a squeeze, which meant I had to pull a bit harder. I was now in full “Dad has this under control” mode. And then… well the polythene got snagged and a tug was required. Cue major unravelling of polythene and enormous explosion of needles. Three one to me. Much hoovering. Three two to me. Much sweeping up outside. Three all. I hoped it would end there but no. Much, much, much additional hoovering over the next few days including most rooms in the house. Five three to tree. As you will know it takes months to get rid of the last of the needles.

It looked damn fine when it was dressed, possibly less so after denuding had taken place.

It’ll be an artificial tree then.

I’ve actually arrived at a simpler way to deal with Christmas decorations. Put a small amount up late and take them down early.

My parents house had those paper garland things in primary colours. They went from the room corners at ceiling level into the ceiling centre light. A ball made of paper hung from the light. Christmas cards hanging from strings on every wall. Every picture had a bit of tinsel on it. The lights, on the very bare looking artificial tree, were huge. Again primary colours. If one bulb blew the rest went off.  It was a question of trying every single bulb until you found the one that was blown, replacing it and things were good to go again. The tree also had chocolate fondant shapes hanging on some branches. The same ones were wheeled out year after year. I coveted them. They had that white sugary filling which was confirmed when they sometime broke. And of course the base of the tree was covered in cotton wool. So that covers electrocution, food poisoning and fire hazards.

The décor would also be supplemented by the stuff my sister and me made at school. Plaster of paris filled Dairy Lee triangles box lid with a candle stuck in the middle and glittery stuff sprinkled liberally all over it.

I don’t do that sort of stuff now you’ll be surprised to know.

Bah humbug.

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Posted by on December 23, 2011 in General


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