Friday extra plus update repeat reading

 Although I am on a blog break I am interrupting it to say something on the Middlesbrough/Cleveland police problems following the feral youth of the country, their jubilation at the death of five of themselves, filming and whooping about it with flares, balloons, masks and partying,  and the two policemen  who were in the wrong place at the wrong time at the weekend. The whole thing has made me me feel sick to the stomach about the state of Britain.  The jubilation with the partying and coloured flares into the sky and the full face masks all in celebration of this terrible loss of life.  This dreadful state of right and wrong and what makes the youth happy and jubilant and in celebratory mood while mothers mourn.    Since the weekend two more people have died in a fire in Middlesbrough which was deliberately started, at least one house has been rammed by cars, and police have made many arrests in connection with all the  deaths.  They are not necessarily connected in death terms but they are all on Teesside.  Middlesbrough has the highest crime rate per head of population of the whole of Britain.   The arrests are gang and drug related.  Yorkshire is in the thick of criminal Britain.

I would like to point out the elephant in the room with all of this  and as far as I have seen has not been mentioned and that is drugs.  Maybe is it so obvious that drugs and county lines and dealing in public parks in broad daylight is now so normal that it has become forgotten that once not so long ago we didn't behave like this.  

Drugs and gangs in towns across England are now accepted.  Weed is in the kitchen, cocaine in the pocket.   It is getting beyond the control of police who can barely cope.    Drugs are the recreation of choice.  

You do not drive the wrong way along motorways, drive into houses, attempt all sorts of crazy, deadly things if you are stone cold sober, just had your tea, just going out to see your mates.  You would be digging the garden or watching television and you might go for a drink later. You might be unemployed and helping your mum. You would have recreation but not drugs.  Once upon a time.  But that is not the way now.   You are out with your mates in your gang and you all take drugs and it is all very different.  It doesn't matter if you don't have a job, welfare will pay.  Stoned and you will do all sorts of crazy things.  

When I was doing my crimes in Yorkshire series I found Cleveland police had a big drug swoop in February with cocaine suppliers and other drugs dealers arrested.  The ages were young, some only 17 who could not be named,  through to older men. As I have said before it used to be pegs and scrap metal, now the money is in drugs.

These youths in the crash are young, one at least with a baby at 17.

Drugs are accepted as what young people take, cocaine and other drugs and marijuana plant houses in every town with Albanians featured all across this country.  You saw my news from Norwich, that had one Albanian weed house and I know it is one of many.  Today in the local paper an Albanian wasn't even jailed for supplying drugs, he was given a suspended sentence and a pat on the back.

This country is finished.  It is unemployment, it is poor priorities on the part of governments, it is the fabric of Britain gone and it is drugs that are making it worse.   They're more concerned with net zero, more illegals, more travellers and more tax for the wicked older folks who earned it through grit and determination without drugs and without expectation of handouts and welfare. 

I wrote this blog post twice, two versions of it.  I didn't publish the first because I just felt good enough writing it and then relaxed.  Now I publish the first version today because I think on reflection I should have published it there and then and it is better written.  I headed it No outlet for our fury.  This is a line from a film on the Kremlin and why Stalin was popular in spite of his responsibility for millions of deaths - he demonstrated to people that he was in charge and when a train crashed and lives were lost he had the head of railways shot.  Stop and think about this before anything else over your breakfast.  Also stop and think about why I said last week that Burnham was weak when he did not, and would not,  decree without procrastination that the killers of a policeman, the boys who smirked in court, should be made to serve their sentences.  This has now been done but it was a no brainer and should not have caused doubt and debate and procrastination.  Do it and get on with it.   So apart from all that let us see the first post I wrote about the seven deaths in North Yorkshire and the feral youth and the state of Britain:     (I might bave published it separately this morning, Bank Holiday Monday, but as blogger took five days to up-date there is no point in complicating it further). I am aiming for 67 comments in support of this blog today. 

 Although I am on a blog break I feel strongly that I must write about the news from Yorkshire which is the seven dead in the deadly accident on the A66.   It is not clear if the car was intending to go the wrong way down the dual carriageway before it ended up that way so I will not speculate. 

Five young travellers were out fot a night of fun, high as kites - things like this do not happen without drugs and the gangs are drugged up to the eyeballs.   Middlesbrough is a North Yorkshire town which once upon a time had the best heavy industry of the country, ICI at its peak and bridge builders around the world from Dorman Long.  Middlesbrough was in the North Riding but over the years since local government divisions in 1974 it has moved to Teesside, short lived and now stands on its own administratively. 

The city has the hightest criminal record of the whole of Britian in terms of crimes per head of population.  The unemployment is high.  The youths in the accident were known criminals from aged 17 to 23 and the two policemen who died were unfortunately in the wrong place at the wrong time, not directly before the crash involved in this load of youths travellilng like bats out of hell.  But they were being pursued by another squad car.  

Drugs are high on the agenda in this crash and for the youth of Britain and as we continue to let in the illegal migrants we have let in more and more drugs, and more and more weed they call it which is a recreational drug for all with pills and alcohol,  we have Albanian drug houses in every city of the country, as in my case in Norfolk shown the other day, this is now common throughout the country.  Gangs and criminals run riot in towns from Middlesbrough to Bournemouth and all in between. Gang warfare and violence are treated as ok and old people do not go out after dark.   Social media makes drug-fuelled postings of murder, rapes and misdemeanours on phones on TikTok the pleasure of the drugged and the drunk and criminal behaviour is considered an occupation of fun.

What rubbed salt into all this was the vigil the young had for their dead five - they partied with balloons, coloured flairs and drugs and filmed it all whooping it all up in masks and full face coverings remembering their dead brothers.  One is leaving a baby behind fathered at 17 and the travellers community mourn.  

The problem is drugs before unemployment because unemployment alone does not make a criminal.  A wild west, run wild, with policing unable to cope with it is the state of many towns in Britain now.  A culture of showing off the most violent activities for likes and laughs is how far we have sunk to. 

This is the county of Yorkshire where we are led to believe nothing ever happens, it is quiet and not the Britain that others know.  As we all know this is not the case and Yorkshire is just the same if not worse.  

Up-Date on Tech and Peace and Quiet.

 From late on Friday night, through the weekend, I did not have internet connection.  Living where I live I do not have mobile phone signal, not even one bar, so I felt very cut off for 48 hours.  I also had no television because my television is all streamed through Wifi.   So it was very quiet here and I am not a person who likes radio. 

BT kept in touch with messages that did get through to me to inform that the problem was in the locality affecting many people and they were working on it.  I went out Sunday lunchtime to park where there was a mobile phone signal and pick up messages and even paid a bill via my bank app that needed attending to.  It felt a bit weird sitting in my car doing these things.  I sat for an hour and thought a lot about life without technology. I returned home and felt liberated that the house without technology is more peaceful and less intrusive. 

The long and the short of it is that the two day break of not having any technology made me think about quite a few things and I decided that for a while at least I am taking a break from it.   I have the television back so my evenings are much the same as before. I am reading and doing things in the house and I do not want to be distracted by my phone notifications and it feels like I do not want to be distracted by it ever again but I am sure that is a bit pie in the sky and just how I am reacting to my tech free weekend at the moment and it will probably change.   But for now I am staying quiet.  I have been out for my newspaper as usual and I am up to speed with the news but my phone is not taking a big part in it.  I am reading, writing and cutting out stuff to keep.  A new scrapbook was delivered Friday (just at the right moment)  and I am filling it rapidly. It just feels like more of a simple life than phones, lap tops and all that stuff that comes with it. I have not lost interest in what is going on, I just need to process it differently.  

I just thought I would post this so that those who might wonder where I am will know I am ok.  Thank you for reading.

News From Norfolk

This is a post I wrote a few days ago and didn't publish.  So it is from last week's papers.   Please note I have written two posts today, Friday.  The other one is entitled Friday Jump.  

As a continuation of my news from Yorkshire illustrating that Yorkshire is not a quiet county, I am including some headlines from Norfolk today. I don't expect you to read the three items but the headlines will give you the gist.  The Migrant camp headline appeared last Thursday, the Afghan rape case appeared on Friday and the cannabis production is in today's paper.

1.  Is the news of the Migrant camp to house 1250 men in Barnham, Suffolk that I wrote about the other day.  Barnham is on the Norfolk Suffolk border and has a population of 600 people or less.  Previously under the Tory government the old RAF camp at Coltishall outside Norwich was used for temporary quarters for 200 asylum seekers but this was only used for a few months due to its isolation in a rural area and it was deemed not to have worked.    RAF Coltishall was far less isolated than RAF Barnham.  Labour do not seem to have learned from this little snippet of history from their predecessors. 

2. 8th Afghan man denies rape which is an on-going case in Norwich 

3. Nine set to stand trial over Norwich cannabis production. Albanian and Mandarin interpreters engaged. 

 This is but a small snapshot of news here in 2026.  

Up date: Of course the leaflet to be handed out to illegal migrants in the boats should stop the cases of rape and mistreatment of women overnight.  Joke of the day. 

Friday jump

Tombstoning is jumping vertically into the sea, dead straight like a tombstone. Arms by the side.   Jump jump jump, die die die.  Splash splash splash.  Prepare thyself for death in the sea and be like an idiot. Jump and die jump and die jump and die. Hand out the leaflet and let them read it before they come and take over our lands with the idiots who run this country. All gone and you have yourselves to blame.   ddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb

The two who want to come back from the US whose names I don't even want to say beggars belief.  Are they blind to the fact that Britain doesn't want them back after the way they have abused their family here? Do they think that their children won't be bullied in school?  Even posh little children in London will have plenty to say about their mum and dad probably even touching on surrogacy accusations and false bumps and lots to say about mummy and her jams and make up.

Well that's it for today.  There is plenty to get on with with thinking about them and the multi-culture Britain that doesn't obviously have a culture of its own because it needs to import foreigners who don't respect girls and women but, hey, we can give them a leaflet on how to behave and hope they can read it and remember it, and come on,  they do bring in the most amazing food as if we didn't have any amazing food of our own to be proud of. But come on, we know we would be so adrift if we didn't have these amazing foods and cultures of mosques , disrespect for women and Friday prayers and jihads and flip flops.   What's wrong with greens and potatoes and a church with a spire;  at least we used to get our vitamins and forgiveness for our sins on Sunday.   I mean to say you can alter a culture in a leaflet in one easy lesson. If only it were that easy.  You stupid fools in charge.    And if anybody objects, just call them racists. 

Oak Street

 I went to see The End of Oak Street yesterday.  It is a strange kind of film but enjoyable enough.  I am not usually a fan of Anne Hathaway but I thought this was one of her best roles yet and she seemed made for it.  Ewan McGregor plays Hathaway's husband.  He was good too.  I don't know much about him but loved him in A Gentleman in Moscow on Paramount a couple of years ago.   

This is a film about a shift in time when a street suddenly overnight with light flashes goes back to the time of dinosaurs in the streets and the people start getting eaten by them. 

Hathaway and McGregor have two children, a girl and a boy,  and a dog named Starbuck.  They are just a normal suburban family with the usual family problems of their age and time.  Suddenly all family issues have to be forgotten while they survive the dinosaurs coming after them. 

We see them surviving the attacks until McGregor gets eaten by a T Rex and disappears.  Hathaway is Denise and I can't remember his name.  The kids are Brian and Audrey.  I don't think I knew any Audreys at that time, supposedly 1982 we learn although it looked more like 1972 to me and even then there weren't any teenage Audreys.  However, that is by the by.  It is funny in parts and made me smile at the nonsensicalness of being chased by pterdactyls in the streets and big wormy things in the house although it is all very serious in the film and not meant to be funny.  The kids are great and the dog is too.  I wondered how they train dogs for movies whilst I was watching.  

Anyway in the end they find a way out of the dinosaur period and manage to jump back through a bubble  to the present (1982) and return to normal again.  

All things considered it was a pleasant enough afternoon out to the cinema and whilst I don't normally go for this type of movie with monsters,  the dinosaurs were not really scary and Hathaway and McGregor did a lot to make this a movie worth seeing.  How they ever got to doing it I will never know but I am glad they did.   Given the poor assortment of movies on at the moment it was the best of a bad lot really and my visits to the cinema are currently at an all time low  (ignoring 30 years of never seeing a movie at all of course).

Norwich has its own Oak Street, an important street in the city and where I first used to go out when I was 16 to a forbidden venue so the title made me think of those times too.  I am sure many other people in Norwich will think of our own Oak Street.  The street got cut in two by the inner ring road in the 1970s and was never the same after that anyway.  Our own end of Oak Street. 

The monster doctor

 I watched the documentary on the Truro cardio-vascular surgeon last night, the one who froze his own legs and feet so that he could have them amputated.  I remember hearing about him at the time of his arrest and now they have made this documentary about him.  I watched it on Prime. 

He had a fetish about amputations and not only did he hate his feet and want to get rid of them he also had a fetish for watching the Eunuch Maker videos of men having their penises and testicles cut off.  He got very involved with the Norwegian who ran Eunuch Maker and enjoyed the videos and got  sexual gratification from them.  Those who used the Norwegian monster were mostly queers.  The Norwegian has now been locked up.  After the botched operations in a London basement the amputees minus penis and balls would end up in A&E on the NHS.  I am puzzled as to why it went on without any flagging up from the NHS that men kept appearing with mutilations to their genitals but that is another story.  Perhaps the NHS are not allowed to ask questions due to civil rights.  He was eventually caught when one man who had taken part in a "procedure"  decided enough was enough and told the police.  This eventually led to them coming across Mr Neil Hopper, surgeon, Truro.   Meanwhile Mr Hopper went about his daily work mainly doing limb amputations in Truro.  How about that for a story. 

Keep away from the surgeons knife as our grandmothers would tell us.  Now hospitals are regarded by most very differently.   I personally keep away from all things medical and do not go along with the fads of new knees, for instance,  which seems to be popular and talked about like the weather.   Any surgery is invasive, unnatural to the body and can come with complications and in some cases possible lies from doctors as this illustrates.  Surgery should only be engaged as a last resort as many good, honest doctors will tell you.  Get out the exercise bike before considering the knife.

Many in Cornwall are now wondering if their amputations were really necessary given the fetishes and gratification that the surgeon got from amputating limbs.

In order to get to the point where he had to lose his legs, he sat with his feet and legs up to his knees in an ice bath.  He waited until his wife and children had gone out and sat for eight hours until his legs froze, went black.   He requested and received information on how to do this from the Norwegian monster above. 

His main crime was the money he obtained under false declarations of sepsis under a life insurance policy.  

He has now been struck off and cannot work as a doctor anymore.  His sentence is a couple of years in prison for the insurance fraud. 

Apparently hating part of your own body is an extremely rare psychiatric condition.  You hate a part of your body so much you want to get rid of it.  Hopper had this and also the fetish about watching others losing their genitals.   He was a married man with two children.  

There are certainly some very strange folk around and you could just meet one of them in your local hospital. 

And then there is Lucy Letby's former hospital married doctor colleague who died last week the day after being sacked for his exchanges of messages with Letby.   They spent quite a lot of time together socially.   He is now looking very suspicious.  How he died is not being released at the moment and he has forever been not named for legal reasons.  Quite why that should be seems unfair.  Letby cried in court, the only time, when he let her down and didn't support her while all the time prior to that he had supported her and been the person she thought was her friend.  All very puzzling.  Now he is dead so I doubt we will ever know.  

Arday is Dead

 So Arday is dead.  Did he kill himself or was he another like Dr David Kelly and knocked off by those to whom there would be gain?  The left are certainly making sure they gain from the sad passing of Mr Arday, read only one if you read any, Mr Khan lays the knife in. 

I could be nasty and say is it a stunt from Arday and is he going to come back and say he rose from the dead.  I hope they checked the identity for sure of the deceased in the mortuary. 

If only Rod Liddle were still alive and hadn't snuffed it just too early.  He'd have put Cambridge right and the left and found sympathy for Arday to boot.    RIP Mr Arday. 

Don't forget, he is entirely responsible for his own death as a suicide and he does not automatically become a special put-upon victim as soon as he does so.