Brexit Property Bargains

Somewhat curiously maybe some of the best property prices seem to be in Brexit f*rtlands. Maybe that is because hardly anyone in their right mind would live in such a deprived dump, hostile native territory or natural hostile environment lacking however in biodiversity due to impoverishment of local species. Many fine grand old properties are affordable there at a relatively small price. Through the local bigots' neglect and ignorance and stupidity, the grandeur of the once great Empire is crumbling and disappearing.

The very best property bargain in such an area would seem to be the disused church. With such record numbers of locals seemingly forsaking faith in Christian compassion for worshipping the bigot's witchcraft, it is hardly surprising that churches are closing. Apart from acquiring space, grandeur and architectural character for a small price (although maintenance and repairs may cost more), one is to be virtually guaranteed the most welcoming of the locals as one's closest neighbours in the graveyard surrounding the church. 

Piss-taking Revenue Collection - "People's Priorities"

It seems to be a relatively widespread practice among public authorities across Britain to provide limited or no public convenience facilities.

If citizens then relieve themselves of necessity they may face a £100 fine. If they do not pay the fine, they may face a hearing at the local Magistrates' Court. While they may have a defence of necessity, they nevertheless risk having to pay the £100 fine and get a criminal record, if the court decides that the Defendant is taking the piss!

If they do pay the fine, they can be confident that the money will not go towards providing increased facilities but rather go if not straight into the politicians' pockets then through some outsourcing company the politicians are associated with but no offense is considered to have occurred here, no prospects of court or fine, quite the contrary, handsome rewards for daylight theft. The politicians, government and the civil service and sometimes even the courts certainly take the piss!

Meanwhile if a common little but fat chavette leaving Royal Ascot releases her own recently extensively stocked up little Queen Mother Reservoir on the High Street, damn dame dam, after failing to utilise the facilities at the race course before pissing off, she seems less likely to be fined than a vulnerable asylum seeker suffering from mental health conditions in Kent.

But if a scammer manages to fool someone to lose a few hundred pounds, the authorities are sure not to be sufficiently interested to do anything about pursuing the crooks but dare a vulnerable person urinate in public they are sure to be fined.

So there we have it, as the Conservative Party, the UK piss party, says, "the People's priorities". Tant pis!

Celebrating Black History Month - Leslie Hutchinson Horse Riding Fast with Dionysian Joie de Vivre

 

Hutch in his 30s in classic riding outfit with long boots, breeches and whip, in the 1930s

He was one of the first or the first Black superstar in Britain, Leslie Hutchinson (1900 – 1969) – Hutch – the Grenada-born singer and musician, one of the biggest cabaret stars in the world during the 1920s and 1930s.

What is maybe less well known about him is that he not only loved horse racing but also riding fast himself with a seemingly Dionysian joie de vivre. 

He had picked up the skill of horse riding in Paris where he went galloping in the Bois de Boulogne with the American playwright Natalie Clifford Barney who in her early twenties as a rebellious and unconventional young lady had made headlines by galloping through Bar Harbor while driving a second horse on a lead ahead of her and by riding astride instead of side-saddle. 

Later in England Hutch would ride in Rotten Row, Richmond Park, Windsor and in New Forest near Bournemouth 'resplendent in his kit'. Once when galloping in the Downs near Brighton, ‘[s]omeone was acting the fool and whacked Hutch’s horse, which bolted...’ Hutch himself liked to show off by making his horse rear by urging it on and holding it back at the same time (Hutch by Charlotte Breese, pp. 122-123, 146).

One might say that the Ebony Horse Club in Brixton is carrying on a bit of this tradition with many Black riders, not to mention Kareem Rosser rising to the top of polo in the U.S.

As wonderfully sung in Hamilton:

But we’ll never be truly free 

Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me 

You and I. 

Do or die. 

Wait till I sally in

On a stallion with the first black battalion…