News Roundup

Let’s start off with something from the Department of Losers:


...missed seeing him again by thismuch.
#NotNewsJustFunny


...what’s that, Lassie?  Hoofbeats from four horses?  I hear them too.


...quelle horreur.


...quick, sue the mill that made the steel for the gun maker.


...Britcops:  “We would, but then we’d be in more trouble than you are.”


...sadly, no pics of said accident.

Moving away from industrial-grade losers, we go to the Great Cultural Assimilation Project:


...eh, boys will be boys. [/Eytie cops]

From the Gummint Gazette:


...always wondered why you’d need a college degree just to be rude to customers at the DMV.


...I actually first read that as “House Republicans Shoot Senators”.  Imagine my disappointment at the second reading.


...Das Kapital, p.276.  His idol V.I. Lenin would be so proud of him.


...for “Americans” read “Journalists”.

And just to show that gummint isn’t the only entity capable of complete idiocy, there’s this:


...just another model to sit, forlorn and unwanted, on some dealer’s lot.

And in Evil Satan News:


...we know.  I mean, Nancy Pelosi is still in Congress, and FJ Biden is still in the White House. And don’t get me started on the FBI and DHS...

And your pre-weekend 

And in SHOWBIZ NEWS:


...never watched the show either, but here’s an FYI so everyone else can keep up to date:

And that’s what passes for news.

Not Even For The Chocolate

I’ve recently been hammering on about re-visiting Britishland and doing a pub tour of the villages therein.  But I’ll be skipping this one:

Tiny English village is like going back to the 1960’s with chocolate-box houses
Located in southwest Birmingham, Bournville is a tiny village that was built by the Cadbury family.
The model village was founded by George and Richard Cadbury, the sons of John Cadbury.
You don’t have to be from Birmingham to instantly recognise the name, Cadbury, with the chocolate giant celebrating its 200th anniversary this year.
John Cadbury originally opened a small shop on Bull Street where he sold tea, coffee and hot chocolate.

All well and good.  However:

Because of its Quaker heritage, there are no pubs in Bournville.

So… pass, then.

Not that I’d want to go anywhere near Birmingham anyway, having been warned off by Mr. Free Market and other such worthies.

Here’s an alternative:

More my kind of place altogether.  That’s in Burton, Gloucestershire:

Note the uh, other attractions thereabouts.  Yes, altogether much better than some silly Quaker stronghold.  And they even serve brekkie.