Bitch on the Blog

May 8, 2014


Filed under: History — bitchontheblog @ 02:16

I am in wonderment of how humans do connect, don’t connect.

I don’t detest anyone – not really. But there is one person, and I remember the first time I heard his voice after having set foot into Britain. My god. As you know I do go by gut instinct. That voice (and I haven’t heard it for ages) echoes in my ears. I cannot claim to understand the ins and outs of his politics. For that I am too far removed. Yet I do smell a rat when I hear one.

It’s odd. And I can’t say I like myself for it but do have strong urge to punch the guy in the face.


I leave it to you (not that it is that interesting) to work out who,  currently in the news and under scrutiny, has brought out the less desirable in me.




  1. Stuart Hall?

    Comment by rummuser — May 8, 2014 @ 07:40 | Reply

  2. I’ve absolutely no idea. It could be anyone. Give us some more clues….

    Comment by nick — May 8, 2014 @ 15:55 | Reply

    • You of all people, Nick, should know. It’s not who Ramana suggested. Don’t even know who Stuart Hall is.

      Anyway. You’d like a clue. I’ll give you the clue of all clues: His first name starts with G, his last with A.
      As I said I don’t know anything about the political background, mainly because the whole Ireland thing is beyond redemption and my comprehension. So my view is entirely subjective, possibly stupid, yet fact is: I can’t abide the man. His rhetoric, his pontificating (and his accent – yes, I know that’s unfair) totally distract me from whatever message he is trying to convey. And I am not easily distracted.

      Should you never hear from me again, Nick, please do dig up the nearest freshly dug flower bed.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — May 8, 2014 @ 16:24 | Reply

      • Got it in one! I first came across him way back…… just as repulsed by him then as now. The other person from that part of the world for whom I do have an undying loathing is the self style Reerend Dr. I…..P….. . Back in the 1960s when we met fellow students from that unfrotunate province the one name that was mentioned with fear (real fear ) was the (supposedly) Reverend Doctor.

        Comment by magpie11 — May 8, 2014 @ 17:41 | Reply

      • Ah, I entirely share your aversion. He always strikes me as insufferably smug, self-satisfied and self-righteous. And that’s even before you reflect on all the deaths and injuries he’s implicated in one way or another. The best you can say of him is that he helped to bring about the peace process that has completely transformed the political future of Northern Ireland.

        Apart from all the other NI politicians who peddle a dozen varieties of religious backwardness, the other politician I detest right now is Iain Duncan Smith, for his unrelenting attacks on the poor, the disabled and the disadvantaged while constantly claiming that he’s doing them all a huge favour. He’s equally smug, self-satisfied and self-righteous.

        Comment by nick — May 8, 2014 @ 20:36 | Reply

        • But he’s a damn good constituency MP…… having worked with him…… the only other comment that I have is that someone has to sort out the complexities (that’s being polite) of the benefits system. How they do it is needful of sensitivity……

          Listened this morning to The Reunion on Radio Four. The Subject was the Omagh Bombing…… The only time the original subject of this thread was ever heard to condemn an attrocity perpetrated by republicans…….. the programme was saddening. very very saddening.

          Comment by magpie11 — May 9, 2014 @ 10:30 | Reply

  3. Oh dear, politics.
    Irish politics, at that.
    There must be nice, kind, ordinary Irish people, non bigoted, non religious maniacal, non murderous boneheads. it’s just that they never make headlines.
    And yes, that accent . . . . . Give me a Glaswegian any time. Or, on second thoughts, maybe not.

    And one more thing. I do love the way you throw your mixed metaphors around.

    Comment by friko — May 8, 2014 @ 21:43 | Reply

    • Yes, politics, Friko. A bit like religion. I tend to steer clear of both them in polite society. In impolite society they don’t whack you less.

      Glaswegian. Somewhere on my shelves is a book about Edinburgh vs Glasgow. Haven’t read it yet. Probably never will.

      I once went on the “Glasgow Sleeper” boarding it at Carlisle/Cumbria down to London. Bloody disaster. Not only did the window explode covering my (lower) bunkbed in shreds of glass, leaving me on the corridor for the rest of the night: The train was late, I missed my plane, I spent a somewhat half asleep and disjointed day on a sightseeing bus: Buckingham Palace, Piccadilly Circus, Nelson’s Column, the Strand, you name it. It was surreal. Every time I opened my eyes I thought I was caught in some bizarre nightmare. In the evening the airline allocated me a seat to Hamburg. Which was good in as much as it only took me another five hours to make it to Duesseldorf, by train, giving me an hour to regroup, have a shower before being expected at the office. I can go without sleep. No problem. But three days is pushing it. And that was inbound. Don’t ask outbound. It was worse. Spent hilarious New Year’s Eve all by myself on a deserted platform (Stockport/Manchester) with only a broom, its sweeper and a lot of snow for silent comfort. I didn’t mind. Take life in your stride is what I say. As if there were an option. Main thing to remember: Never ever travel with me, Friko. On public transport. Particularly not in England. All that can go wrong will. On the other hand there are sheep to admire when stuck on some track in the middle of nowhere. Unless it’s dark.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — May 8, 2014 @ 22:54 | Reply

      • The Travels of Ursula….. I once threw a peach stone out of one railway carriage window only to hear what sounded like an explosion as the window behind imploded…. there in the middel of the floor of the compartment was the Peach stone surrounded by a scattering of diamond like shards of glass.

        Comment by magpie11 — May 9, 2014 @ 10:40 | Reply

        • It could have been worse, Magpie: Sticking your head out of your train compartment window. It’s a no no. Unless you want to behead yourself. By the time you change your mind it’ll be too late.

          I keep banging on about the subject of (physical) safety. In that too I am my father’s daughter. Way beyond mixing water and electricity. Way way beyond. Even on how to employ a ladder. So you won’t fall off. Anything. People will do stupid things, no two ways about it. It’s astonishing and annoying in equal measure. Go to A&E – particularly on a Saturday. DIY? Give me a break. Before you nail your thumb to the wall engage brain.

          Having said that even my father isn’t infallible, to my utter chagrin: I once came home from school. Knackered. To find my mother ashen faced. My father had stood on the wet bathroom floor, shaving – and got a little shock therapy. Luckily my mother knew where the off switch was. And he has the heart of an oxen. And yes, Magpie, my wooden broomstick is never more than an arm’s length away. Not that anyone in this household uses an electric shaver.


          Comment by bitchontheblog — May 9, 2014 @ 13:28 | Reply

    • Ah! There are many of them …….. if, by your description, you mean ordinary people like you and me…… not to imply that these thugs are extraordinary.
      Actually the majority of people are just that…ordinary……

      Comment by magpie11 — May 9, 2014 @ 10:35 | Reply

      • I dislike the phrase ‘ordinary people’. None of us are ordinary. Each and every human being is special. In different ways.


        Comment by bitchontheblog — May 9, 2014 @ 13:31 | Reply

  4. The news is just part of the entertainment industry and I don’t prefer that kind of entertainment. I’m with you. Shut up. But they won’t so I just push the power button off or use the newspaper as an undercoating for my mulch–helps to keep weeds at bay!

    Comment by Lorna's Voice — May 12, 2014 @ 13:49 | Reply

    • Yes, Lorna. I never ‘watch’ the news since I don’t like the voyeuristic. I don’t need to see someone’s grief to try and understand what they are going through. I ‘listen’ to the news (BBC Radio 4) less and less. Make that: Not at all. It’s all too much. Not least because usually overlong. So much hot air.

      I do have a great interest in the world and its happenings but there is only so much one can take on board. And, the older I get, the more selective I become in how I spend disposable time. Not in a precious way. I will always make time for people. Gladly and happily so. But the ephemeral? No. In the last year, and not easy in terms of what I do to earn money, I have started to shed newspaper print too. Big time. I do have strong physical reactions to that which doesn’t become me: And when I feel nausea rising out of my stomach I know when it’s time to stop, do something else, do nothing or make soup.

      Other than that I feel unfaithful to you and your blog. Nothing that can’t be remedied.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — May 13, 2014 @ 07:14 | Reply

      • No worries, U, I’m hardly here anymore. I’m trying to be a bit more present, but this novel needs a major rewrite. I’ll probably blog about that…

        Comment by Lorna's Voice — May 13, 2014 @ 15:17 | Reply

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