And … relax

Build a wall, get the French to pay for it. That’s the answer. I’m not sure where you’d build it, but it’s the principle, right? I mean what are we going to do about the invasion of a few thousand refugees – many of whom are women and children – who are fleeing places like Syria? They should have stayed where they were … or in the camps in Turkey. Why should we have them? Haven’t we already done enough? OK, so we haven’t taken the one million or so that Germany have taken, but we’re a small country. And we are an island, so that gives us more reason. After all, we have our own poor to look after, the ones living on the streets. I know we’ve conveniently found accommodation for them in hotels during the pandemic, but they’ll be back out on the streets soon enough and we’ll have to worry about them then.

It’s not as though we’ve got the room. I know just a month ago the government offered to take 3 million Hong Kong Chinese because of the democratic situation there, but that’s different, isn’t it? And I know we’ve got a bit more room this year because of the covid deaths we weren’t expecting, but most of those were old and, and I don’t want to sound racist, people of colour. The old people and the disabled who succumbed to the disease were going to die soon anyway, so I’m not sure we can use that as a reason to accept these illegal immigrants. Shouldn’t they have stayed in France? I know the rules say that you don’t have to register in the first country you enter, and even if you do you can still seek asylum elsewhere, but it’s still not right.

I’m really glad they’ve got the navy involved and that RAF bomber command aircraft flying 450 feet above the Channel trying to put them off. It’s a sort of a reverse Dunkirk, but if they’d stayed where they were, or if the French had done more – what are they playing at? – then we wouldn’t need to employ these tactics. A sailor pal of mine tells me that, like doctors, it’s their duty to rescue those in peril, but when you take the risk you have to accept the consequences, surely? The message will soon get passed around. We’re no pushover. And I know that over 25% of our National Health Service, for which I clapped loudly every Wednesday, are foreign nationals, but that’s enough, isn’t it? 

If we’re to accept foreigners, it’s to be on our terms. We want the brightest and the best, not those who have given everything and shown utter resilience to make it to our shores. They’re only after our benefits. And they’re all Muslims. I may not go to church, but I don’t want those fanatics practising their religion in my town. And, frankly, I’ve had enough of my Polish neighbours taking my job. I know I’m not a carpenter and joiner, but if I were they’d better at it than me – more efficient and reliable. So we don’t want any more of those. 

Thankfully Brexit will sort all this out. We’ll get back our sovereignty and be proud to be British again. I’ve applied for my blue passport – my pal’s got one and says it’s black and made in Poland, but at least it’s no longer that awful burgundy colour. It’s different; exceptional, I’d say. I’m looking forward to waving it in the face of the customs people at Malaga when I’ve eventually made it to the front of the queue. Although, they do tell me that holiday insurance is going to be very expensive and, apparently, I may need to buy a Spanish SIM card. Thankfully, Rex died a year or so back so there will be no need to get one of the new pet passports. 

But think of all the duty free I can bring back! Yay! A couple of bottles of spirits and 200 fags. Rachel is getting married in the Spring, assuming we’ve got this Chinese virus under control by then, and now they tell me that a booze cruise is out of the question? Whatever next? It’s the bloody French again. First it’s the migrants, then it’s stopping us bringing back a boot full of booze. I’ll be glad when we can share a beer down the pub without signing in (I can only think of so many Disney characters) and stick two fingers up at Johnny F. And, as for the bloody boat people, you wouldn’t catch me in a rubber dinghy in the second busiest seaway in the world arguing with all those supertankers. They must be bloody desperate. I’d definitely get rid of the patrol aircraft and bring in some fast jets. That would teach them.

And, relax …

Home today. Some photos:   

[image error]our lovely site … for doing very little



[image error]Berkeley castle … mmmm