WORK RELATED ACTIVIA

Felt I better dip back in before Larry Grayson gets to run Great Britain, and we're all sucking minestrone through the Eurotunnel on a formaldehyde bed made of chintzy pottery.
Shut that door and bolt it by all means.
Put up a ruddy great wall as well!
But if poofters in wigs & dresses start telling our democratically-elected GCHQ how to run this disunited kingdom of ours, what hope have we got when it comes to restoring parliamentary sovereignty?
The people demanded we were back in control.
The people have spoken.

Call Me Dave's definitive victory over those bearded Trots in opposition was a rallying cry to all of those who had parents who fought a war (then gave birth) to keep us free from the tyranny of fascism and stinky cheese.
And now the Iron Lady is back, to ensure we rightly take control of what is ours, was always ours, and will eventually be ours, once we've ascertained what exactly it really is?

Bravo to Nigel and Iain 'Peace Be Upon Him' DS.
Sterling work by Govey.
And I have to say, I thought Gidiot was one of those neo-liberal centrists for a bit.
But it turns out, he's just like his father!
So.
Jolly good show all round.
(Mrs.Mac says you have to start sentences with 'So' now, otherwise the Under 35's can't understand you).

I truly believe that if we can get President Trump's Fajita-Fence to circumnavigate the non-Rio dagoes, and throw up a barrier between Buenos Arses and Port Stanley, we're only two corned beef tins short of a brand new British Empire.

http://yannymac-dwileflonker.blogspot.com/2013/03/hands-off-our-mineral-deposits-mrsargy.html

So.
Good times ahead.
Bit disappointed with those who decided to jump ship with the pinkos in June.
Felt Branson would've been more patriotic, what with all that tax he doesn't pay.
A beard hides a multitude of sins.
And I couldn't for the life of me understand why Wiff-Waff Cumberbatch's eldest chose to bat for the Johnnies??
I thought after Her Royal Highness the Queen of the Commonwealth & the United Kingdom of GB & N.I. gave him that CBE he'd be a betting certainty for a place in the first XV, a landed-peerage in Dorset and an eleventh series of Sherlock?
Let that be a lesson to any luvvies out there - Don't play colonial wikipeadophiles.
They're just trying to bring attention to themselves.

So.
The real reason I called was to say how delighted I am that this new chap Damian 'Peace Also Be Upon Him' Green has managed to finally get me back off the feckless gravy boat, and back into the coalface; albeit without any coal, but with the promise of a career in the Independent Contractor Short Term Engagement sector.

Apparently Lowestoft John (my Personal Adviser) will be called upon to display all of his talents at DWP JC+, and find me and the other 'boys that I meet down on the line'
( LOLL!! ! # -(:; smiling face - hashtag )
worthwhile jobs in the newly booming post-Brexit/pre-Brexit economy.I toyed with applying for a banker's position, but when I realised there were more than two banks to choose from, I had a nosebleed and panicked with indecision.


So.
I've decided to apply for the post of Leader of the Opposition.
If there is one?
Damo says if the ESA Support Group don't go for auditions, all of that lottery money they've been splurging on the soap-dodgers will have to be withdrawn through sanctioning.
I'm massively in favour as you know.

http://yannymac-dwileflonker.blogspot.com/2012/02/we-are-nothing-without-our-banks.html

Zoinking oiks (along with badger-baiting) are well known rural pastimes, and if Mrs Merkin and the Belgiums want to stop us from smoking ferret pelts, as well as denying us a good old pint of two-star petrol, then I say bring back the 8 day week.
(And abolish the weekend).
The sheep-shirkers have had it their way for far too long!
Tax credits and Simon Cowell do not make for an imperial nation.

Now all I have to do is get old Abbot-snatcher off the pot, destroy the multi-party electoral system, recapture Calais, trigger Particle 50 and run for leader of UKIP.
Tally-ho!

I wonder if they'll reimburse my expenses?
Those fine chaps at ATOS did.

God save the Queen.
And bring back compulsory boarding school for the Under 5's.

NOW IS THE WINTER OF THE MALCONTENT

Hello.
I know it's been a while since I last 'touched-base' with you chaps, but things have gone slightly awry recently.
Here at Dwile Flonker HQ, we have found ourselves wrangling with a bally sticky issue.
We haven't been this fidgety since we thought we'd found reds under Penelope's bed, only to discover later that it was her school prep.
I personally feel that the aforementioned issue is one of grave pertinence, but Mrs.Mac has, since only this past Thursday, refused to discuss the matter completely.

The subject is the Winter Fuel Allowance.

In my experience, those that qualify for the Trot-inspired piece of welfare shenanigary, only spend their allowances on frippery & tut.
The skivers, the shirkers and the shivering timbers take the money that 'Dave's economy' can ill-afford to give, and literally set fire to it, with their superking cigarettes and their Paddy Power gambling habits.
Allotment Alan's small but spacious semi-detached is frequently cold, but the fumes generated by his special cigarettes could evict a bee colony from the top floor of a blasted tower-block, were he ever to get out of his armchair!

As a nation, we're due extremely low temperatures this weekend (notably coming in from the scroungier parts of Eastern Europe); so I hope the feckless and unwashed have invested in a blanket or two, because it's the idle who will suffer in the cold, along with their taxpayer-benefited children.
And will they moan!
I personally feel the allowance should be presented to the deserving (the Atos frieze-marked disabled, key-workers, ex-civil service, Sky TV subscribers and the military) in the form of a crossed cheque made payable to British Gas, or in the form of kindling, logs or coal.
Those of us who do not require their allowance, should be able to donate their fuel to Falkland Islanders in need, or in very special circumstances, old ladies with British passports.

If Millibland and his pinko cronies would only shut their bally mouths once in a while, (Sir) Iain Duncan Smith  may lead us to a promised land; a less corrupt, better run, 'newer' society; one based on hard work, savings and sensible opinions.
Strivers who earn over a certain amount should not be penalised for being better than everyone else.
The carrot & stick approach is beginning to work on old Cleggy, so I'm hoping we can switch to a crop & a whip before it's too late.
I also worry that Mrs.Mac may be afflicted with this modern scourge of liberalism; this Facedbook generation's Twittery Spring thing.
So we'll see how she copes when I let her out of the coal-bunker on Monday.

Until then, keep warm.
And God save the Queen.

IF ONLY REAL LIFE WAS PAPERLESS LIKE THE LEVESON ENQUIRY?

Further problems in my attempt to get the old career kick-started.

Another letter arrived from IDS and those bods at Social Security on Saturday.
It would appear that I've opened up a can of worms with regard to this 'appeals' procedure.
Lowestoft-John (my Personal Adviser) is away for the weekend, and I'm loathe to take advice from all the lefty campaigners I now seem to be surrounded with.

It transpires that I am automatically 'up' for a tribunal.
It's in Birmingham, and if I'm honest, I'm not a big fan.
I once spent an enjoyable weekend at The Belfry near Coventry, but that was in the 1980s and I've been listening to The Archers for too long now.
It would appear I have to fill out this new 6 page document, if I DO NOT wish to proceed with my appeal.
I can't help think that the unionised commies at the GPO have more than a passing interest in this drawn-out correspondence.

So I've decided to go.
I'm involved now, and we didn't rescue the Falklands from the corned beef colonials by being hesistant.
It'll save the cost of another stamp, and I might get the chance to tell these tribunal chappies just what a good job Dave & IDS are doing.
I might even find out what they're really going to do with Clegg, now that he appears to have lost his last marble.

Apparently they do not envisage conducting the interview until at least the 6th of August, so it'll give me time to get a railcard, as I don't fancy re-negotiating the M42. Travel expenses are guaranteed on this one, so I'll book an hotel like before.
I'm also allowed to take a friend, so I think I'll take Derek.
We'll probably visit the Borchester & Ambridge set if we get a spare moment.

They've asked for documents detailing savings, mortgage payments etc.as these will go a long way to proving how disabled I am.
I'll probably give them my phone bill and a copy of my teenage diary from when I was at school.
I might let them have my Observer's Guide to Horses & Ponies as well.
A tribunal requires 'evidence' according to their letter, and I intend to be heavily laden with paper.
They're bound to like that.