Feedback for Pap. As you may probably guess, I haven’t got a fucking Scooby about any of your PC items. But I love the cartoons.
Brexit
Brexit — the British exit from the European Union — was one of the most divisive political upheavals in living memory.
Britain still isn’t over it.
Never mind the political ramifications — there are still millions of personal relationships that remain unmended,
so polarising was the choice before us.
This wasn’t a party-line issue.
There were Tory Remainers and Labour Leavers.
About one-third of Labour voters wanted out.
That led to division within groups, blinding everyone to everything except this one issue.
Parliament was paralysed.
So when Labour announced they fancied doing it all over again, Boris Johnson strolled into Number 10.
I voted Brexit — largely to exploit the supply-and-demand trick on wages.
Less supply should equal more demand.
If I was blind to anything, it was just how much British companies love cheap imported labour.
It’s still flowing — just not from Europe.
Britain has hit record net migration figures, now largely made up of those arriving from elsewhere.
The root of the migration issue?
British companies that don’t want to spend money on training, and don’t want to pay a penny more than they have to.
They’ll never be blamed, of course.
That’s harder than blaming the bloke with darker skin, working hard for a better life.
Was this you @pap?
The seaside resort that’s lost its shine: How Bournemouth has plunged into decline
That’s since 'Arry moved in.
Obvs the Fail has all sorts of agendas to pander to their audience, but it is difficult to disagree with the overall summary that the beach area attracts its fair share of horrible cunts to ruin a day trip. Beautiful beach though.
It’s just around the Pier area to be honest, if you go ½ mile east or west you don’t see these issues.
Go east towards Southbourne and you get free parking AND and a mostly empty beach, even on a hot day.
The cyclists and scooters on the promenade are a PITA though…
Southbourne was always the only place to go tbh
The kids still remember that today and have all indepently been there with family/friends when down
Go with Deep Purple and Showaddywaddy
I used to think this but Brankome became my fave.
Bristol
Bristol is fast overtaking Liverpool as the most militant city in the United Kingdom.
This lurch to more progressive figures includes the rise of the Green Party,
the dragging of slave owner statues into the water, and the formation of IDLES.
Bristol is uniquely suited to being a city that welcomes all comers,
as it shares a bridge with the Welsh — who do not have to pay to get into Bristol.
Bristol has been doing its own thing for a while.
The original Great Western Railway run by Isambard Kingdom Brunel was incompatibly wide —
a deliberate snub to convention.
Bristol is continuing that legacy today.
Branksome is good but not free parking unless you have a Blue Badge …
British Broadcasting Corporation, The
People call the BBC a couple of things:
- Impartial
- Auntie
It’s not impartial, but Auntie is a much better fit for the relationship we have with the BBC.
The BBC is a huge beast — a hydra, where one head often doesn’t know what the other is doing. Hence, the BBC will have provided you with some of the greatest pleasures of your cultural life while simultaneously committing some of the biggest sins of omission. Not lying, but certainly not telling the whole truth.
The BBC got its teeth kicked out during the Hutton Inquiry and has been toothless ever since. Even before that, it has generally gone along with the government of the day. It’s impartial in that sense at least.
Auntie is such a meaningful way to describe our relationship with the BBC. For all its faults, it is a member of the family, and it does have a lot of wisdom to share — but your auntie will probably hold things back from you if she thinks it’ll affect the larger family.
The greatest disgrace of the BBC is not the news division; it’s the enforcement division of the TV licensing arm. The most common conviction for women in prison is for not paying the mandatory TV licence.
That’s way beyond Auntie.
It’s wicked stepmother material.
British Rail
Come back, British Rail — all is forgiven.
I know we all said you were crap and your pies were incompatible with the continued existence of a human, but we’ve seen the alternative. The grass is not greener on the other side of the track.
Yes, you were late. So are your replacements. Yes, Mussolini would have had a field day with you.
But what you never did, British Rail — NEVER DID — was charge people more money because they were on the wrong fucking brand of train.
British Transport Police
“If you see something that doesn’t look right, call British Transport Police.
See it. Say it. Sorted.”
On assorted trips to London, I have reported Runcorn and Milton Keynes every single time.
No action has been taken by British Transport Police, save for the court injunction that prevents me from contacting them.
Surely after Bristol should come Bristols? Then we could enjoy a jolly old tittering belly laugh as you try to navigate both the glorious british sex comedy linguistics with modern sensibilities. We demand to address (undress surely) Bristols!
Seconded.
That Nun never came from Bristol

That Nun never came from Bristol
Sorry, I meant Nuns with Bristols

Sorry, I meant Nuns with Bristols
where’s the other nun plural??

where’s the other nun plural??
I’m nunplussed.