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RE: Britain Today - gortex - 12-03-2025
Quote:“Amiri, who said he is from Afghanistan, has been charged with entering the UK without leave contrary to
Section 24 of the Immigration Act 1971.”
So he didn't come over on the Border Farce ferry service then , I wonder how many are making it through the Tunnel these days while everyone is looking at the Channel.
RE: Britain Today - BIAD - 12-03-2025
(12-03-2025, 05:43 PM)gortex Wrote: ...So he didn't come over on the Border Farce ferry service then , I wonder how many are making it
through the Tunnel these days while everyone is looking at the Channel.
I posted this light-hearted -but accurate account on Page One of this 'Britain Today' thread and it may help in your query!
A True Story.
During the days of my working-life and when the world didn't seem as crazy as it is today, I used to enjoy creative writing.
I still do, but the imagination-part seems to be on a sabbatical and I'll bet it's browning it's skin somewhere on a tropical
beach instead of developing it's muscles for a invigorating return to take me on another exciting journey!
The job I had was a solitary one. In another thread, I related how it involved image manipulation for a small newspaper
and included property-for-sale pictures, advertising logos and performing procedures to keep a conservative perception
to what the readers saw.
I worked evenings in a large office with nobody else except the odd Journalist who visited from another floor to ask a
favour or to give directions on how an image should be presented. Since the work wasn't dramatically time-sensitive,
I would occasionally type out an idea for a story and if I could flesh it out enough as a short piece of fiction, I'd dare
myself to post it on the company's public website for perusal.
Sadly, the site closed and many of the tales were lost. But during that twilight time, one my yarns -'Jason King Loves Me',
received a comment from someone that brought up an unusual situation that had no real connection with the story I had
offered.
Jason King was a character from the television world of my youth. The late-Peter Wyngarde played a flamboyant author
who doubled as a crime-fighter and always got the girl. The part came as a spin-off from a series titled 'Department S',
a British seventies spy-fi adventure series that involved a 'hush-hush' Government outfit solving high-society political
corruption.
The manner that the character was projected always made me smile and considering Mr. Wyngarde's private tribulations
that led to his career suffering, when I wrote the piece, I steeled myself from mocking the public's view on homosexuality
at that particular period.
King was a womaniser, who enjoyed the high-life and good wine. But the realities of the actor and the television
entertainment rarely meet and the latter must always outweigh the former to keep the Blue Pill real in the minds
of the audience.
Sorry for the waffling, but it needed telling!
The light-hearted story was about a young and eager television production company employee who was involved in
the re-invention of the suave and appealing character. The stage-hand's self-meditations poked fun at the actors failings
that were rarely exposed and described the indulgent manner the thespian profession enjoys.
The young man becomes involved in a dangerous situation and a vagrant, a rough-looking stranger who'd crept onto
the set, swoops in and saves the employee from certain death. The dishevelled drifter was of course, the original actor
of Jason King.
There was a descriptive comment I wrote that made a simple tongue-in-cheek tale morph into a conduit between myself
and someone I still don't know to this day. The remark was: "...The smell of old urine hung about him, but I believe that
may have been due to his sleeping habits..." -from the saved-employee's depiction of his unkempt saviour.
The story had been on the website for around a month and the comment section -just like all the other stories on the
page branded 'Tales From The Clock Tower', I guessed would be empty.
But on this one Sunday evening, it wasn't (Cue dramatic music!)
Someone with a vague nom de plume that I cannot recall, had opined "I am offended that you accused my favourite
actor of smelling of urine!"
I gulped...! Nobody had ever judged my silly tales. In fact, I had imagined that nobody had actually read my musings.
Under the single fluorescent light and with a semi-religious radio show murmuring in the background (it was a quaint
local channel and was the only frequency that the bashed-and-bruised radio set could pick up!)... I re-read the obiter
dictum. There was someone out there!
Looking around in the gloom of the darkened office, I nibbled my bottom-lip and holding my breath I typed my reply.
'Sorry... I'll change it' and I did. The sentence became something like: "...an aura of forgotten alleyways and damp
doorways"
The evening went on just as all the others before and I assumed, like the many stacked-up ahead of me in time.
At ten o'clock, I'd shuffle along to a nearby pub for a beer and roughhouse banter, then wandered back with my head
down to ignore whatever drunken bacchanal that staggered too close or asked from the shadows for a spare cigarette.
The Gotham Walk, I used to call it.
With flat-screen monitors still a facet of the 'Living-on-the-moon' dream they'd promised me as a kid, I approached my
desk from the same type of obscurity that the guy asking for a smoke lived in and wondered what the barrel-of-a-screen
would offer me next.
Sundays usually meant ten or fifteen feature images for a nice article about a fancy nearby mansion or a group of photos
that lend optics to a story on the days of steam trains. Tomorrow's deadline had passed and these were for Tuesday's
editions. Cropping, removing blemishes -especially with old images and colour appreciation were in my quiver and my
verve to deliver was my bow. The Journalists will be wanting to go home.
After appeasing the Gods on the next floor, I took out my last sandwich and reducing the work-board of my Photoshop
application down onto the lower bar on the screen, my late-evening meal trembled in my hand.
There was a reply to my reply.
Surprised
"I was only joking, I like your stories" it said and my wide eyes glanced again towards the shadows, in case someone
from the newspaper company were playing tricks on me. Could it be one of them upstairs...? Could it be those purported
to be scribes of the public were revelling in mirth over my tenderfoot prose?
There was a small pile of hard-copy photographs resting in the Out-Tray on a day-shift employee's desk and I thought it
would be a good idea to deliver them back to the originators. If there's a group of Journalists guffawing at the ruse, I
would soon find out with the use of surprise.
I raced up the stairs and gathered myself before entering the News-desk.
"Er, here's Sally's photos" I mumbled, nonchalantly passing the only Journalist in the room and giving the clock a
look-see, I remembered that a Sunday midnight usually meant an early finish for the wordsmiths.
The young man in the poor tie waved a hand and went back to his typing. I dumped the pictures on Sally's desk and
wandered back to where the Journalist's clacking was the only sound in the room. "If there's nothing else, I'll get my
stuff together and call it a night" I said whilst scanning his computer screen. Looking up from his electronic alchemy
and offering features that translated to 'piss-off', he nodded and went back to his snooty high-magic. The internet on
his computer wasn't active.
Realising that running down the two flights of stairs after drinking beer and sitting on my ass for a living wasn't a
great idea, I steadied my breath as I looked at my own screen again. "I was wanting to ask you some advice and
I've emailed you something" the sentence said.
Oh Heavens!
Huh
.......................................
That long-dead server, once filled with websites showing ancient photographs of sepia seaside images, clunky gifs
decorating accounts of resurrecting a favoured post-war vehicle and someone pretending they could write fictional
tales, had the application where a viewer could contact the owner of a particular station.
I'd never used it before, but after a few single-finger endeavours, I arrived at the only message I'd received since
creating 'Tales From The Clock Tower' It was from the Jason King fan.
The email went something like this:
'Hello, I've been reading your stories for some time and I think -considering your place of work, you can help me.
I'm a retired teacher and along with my wife -who's still teaching there, was employed at a private all-boys school
that receives it's funding through donors and tuition fees.
During the years that I taught at the school I will not name, I noticed that many of the pupils from overseas seemed
to disappear. I know this sounds odd, but I assure you it's true. They would be in class for a couple of days and then
just not attend anymore. The housing of the pupils is on the school premises, but there just never seems to be any
commotion when a boy would stop going to class and unjustifiably leaving the school.
I was dumbfounded by the lack of concern and the Headmaster at the time advised me to just leave it alone.
He remarked that in many of the instances, the boys would just up-and-return back to his own country for various
reasons and luckily, a refund wasn't requested.
When I retired, the Headmaster also called it a day. A new chap took his place and to be candid, he reminded me of
a used-car salesman. From my wife's information, he looked on the disappearances as merely abscondence, a developing
youngster finding his manhood in a new country and the school keeping the price!
Due to my wife's position at the school, I cannot tell you anything more about the school as it may effect our income.
I apologise for the lack of details, but I wondered if your newspaper could investigate in such a way that offers no
impression of my contact.
What do you think?
Yours, the reader.'
I switched off the computer and put my sandwich box into my satchel. This wasn't right. My taxi-ride home found me
nodding at whatever the chirpy driver was telling whilst my mind roamed the world of Sherlock Holmes. "What do I think?"
-I mean, what could I possibly think?!
Young men from other lands coming here under the guise of being educated and then -either being kidnapped like out of
a drunken Enid Blyton story and kept for possibly barbarous acts, or slipping away to meet cohorts in the dead of night for
reasons of cunning and dangerous means.
It would be Tuesday before I went back to work and I arrived early. The Editor, a man younger than myself, was busying
himself in his office when I tapped on his door. Peter was always glad to to see me and didn't hold that aloofness some
Journalists seemed to carry when dealing with other departments.
Sitting across the desk from me with a look of attentiveness, he listened as I told him what I've told you.
The vertical blinds behind him struggled to staunch the sunlight from creating a deity-like aura around the Editor as he
digested the account of of the disappearing schoolboys. I commented that it would make a good story and if true, could
promote the newspaper in the environs of a competing industry.
"You're being trolled..." Peter announced -interrupting my sales-pitch, "...whoever this person is, he's playing you because
of where you work" he added. I had pondered this before, but considering I'd never related on the website that I was
employed at a newspaper, how would the unknown contact have known I would be the appropriate person?
I put this to Peter and added that even though the larger holding-company that owned the newspaper had built the server
for local community needs and a platform to advertise from, would it really make sense to scour the fifty-or-so websites in
hope of catching somebody who had access to a news outlet?
"Your email address has a media connection, that's how he got you... " he said sympathetically "...It's not much, but it does
imply you're connected to the company". I nodded because it made sense, my lack of internet knowledge was very limited
and the obvious had slipped by.
"I'd just leave it alone, if such a thing was happening, the Police and someone from the school would've contacted us by
now" the Editor added and with that, I thanked him for his sage advice and left to start work. Later back at my desk and
as the images for Wednesday's newspaper dwindled in my 'TO DO' folder, I thought about on a stranger had gotten the
better of me and yanked my chain good and proper. When my tasks were done, I warily opened the web-server to see
if the Troll had impatiently pushed his trick any further.
The Tales Of The Clock Tower didn't appear, instead there was something called 'Tales Of The Countryside' emblazoned
itself across my screen with quaint photographs of lamb-filled meadows and a snow-blasted hill range with a huddled
cottage enduring the weather. The labourer-fingers inherited from my father had bludgeoned the wrong keys.
On my own site, the private emails contained no messages about young frightened men in school uniforms bound in
rope in a dingy cellar or a gang of foreign youths from different countries clandestinely attempting a coup of traditions.
Apart from the initial message, everything was back to normal.
Pressing 'return' and not realising that it would take me back to the amateur-photographer's domain, I sighed as I lazily
followed the pictures and descriptions down to the bottom of the page. A lone willow tree at dusk and two fishing trawlers
tied on a lonely quayside tracked my idle inspection.
You know when when there's a thing called a 'Eureka moment'? When the air around you seems to compact and stop
sound, when it seems that the tactile world you know is always there, moves slightly to the right and you're momentarily
set adrift. That was what I felt.
Right at the bottom of web-page, just like my own repository of quixotic musings -with exception that the first part of
the address, this photographer's contact information was the same as mine. The individual titles of the web-pages made
up the first part of the address, but the final part related to the whole server! Any relevance to me and where I worked
wasn't there!
I quickly accessed my messaging area, opened a 'Reply' text box and gathered myself for the serious situation I'd found
myself. Looking over the large monitor to make sure no snickering Editor or chuckling Journalists were waiting in the gloom
of the unlit room, I carefully typed my thoughts to the retired teacher who worried for his lost boys.
.......................................
That was over thirty years-ago, Tales From The Clock Tower and it's fellow websites are long gone and I doubt even
the 'Archive Machine' could even find 'em. Whoever it was that first sent that message never replied to my email.
There's been no local scoop about missing schoolboys or wealthy families from abroad concerned that letters to their
male children go unanswered.
No bloated bodies wrapped in decaying school uniforms were dredged from nearby pools, nor were lost and unintelligible
youngsters discovered walking the highways and byways of England. Nothing.
Is the unknown education facility still accepting overseas pupils and allowing them to slip away into the hustle-and-bustle
of British society and all the while, caressing the currency for such strange journeys? Could it be that at the same time I
was hailing my cab in the night, shadows darker than the shadows surrounding them met in the crepuscule of the dank
alleyways and plotted their long-term schemes of calamity?
RE: Britain Today - BIAD - 12-06-2025
The BBC has been at it again...
Quote:BBC paid for small boat migrants to travel to Question Time filmingArchived Express Article:
'The BBC has responded after it was heavily criticised for inviting two men who entered the
UK illegally to be part of the Question Time audience.
The episode of the current affairs show, which aired on Thursday November 4, was a special
edition from Dover focused on the issue of immigration. It featured a panel comprised of the
Migration Minister Mike Tapp; the Shadow Justice minister Kieran Mullan; the Deputy Leader
of the Liberal Democrats Daisy Cooper; the Leader of the Green Party Zack Polanski; and
Reform UK’s Head of Policy Zia Yusuf.
A criminal...? The BBC decides for you.
The decision to include the men in the debate has been widely slammed, particularly by Yusuf
who claims he was told about their presence five minutes before the show went to air.
Contacted by Express.co.uk the broadcaster denied Yusuf's claim stating "As immigration continues
to be a primary concern for people in the UK, Question Time held a special episode in Dover with
panellists from across the political spectrum and a local audience with a range of views and
experiences.
Over 20 audience members asked questions and contributed to the debate - including two people
with direct experience of the asylum system in the UK who have been granted refugee status.
All of the political parties represented on the panel were informed about the former asylum seekers’
participation on Wednesday, the day before the show.”
Express have contacted Zia Yusuf for comment.
The broadcaster also stated that despite entering the country on small boats, both men have since
been granted refugee status and were no longer illegal. When asked if they had been paid for their
appearance the BBC said they hadn't recieved remuneration but acknowledged they had supplied
transport to the studio for the pair.
A spokesperson said: "Question Time arranges transport for invited contributors but was no one
was paid to take part in the programme."
They also confirmed the pair had not recieved any out of pocket expenses and said the only hospitality
they had availed of was "a cup of tea". "All audience members are offered tea, coffee, water and a
biscuit. These contributors had a cup of tea," the spokesperson clarified. Refuting claims that they
may have been briefed on what to say, the spokesperson firmly denied this.
"We spoke to the contributors beforehand to ask them about their experiences, but no one was briefed
about what to say during the show," they said. The BBC added: "All of the parties represented on the
panel were told the day before the show that there would be people in the audience who had been
through the asylum system."
They also vehemetly denied allegations made by Reform MP Richard Tice who believed he spotted
some headphones on one of the men and questioned what they were. Taking to X, he wrote:
"Did BBC QT give headset and coaching to this Channel illegal migrant? He then has the cheek
to tell us, British taxpayers, that we must not leave the ECHR... could not make it up."
The BBC spokesperson insisted: "This is a ridiculous suggestion and completely false.
These were simply a pair of headphones he forgot to take off."...'
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Yeah, right.
RE: Britain Today - gortex - 12-06-2025
With Reform consistently polling around 30% and the much loved main stream parties all languishing below 20% in the polls the establishment attack dogs of the MSM have been called out early with 5 months to go before the Welsh , Scottish and local elections next May.
The current manipulated "scandal" regarding racist things Nigel Farage is alleged to have said at school in the 1970s made by a couple of former pupils of his school who were paid for their stories rumbles on with Starmer calling for him to apologise (even though they are only allegations) and Sly News and the BBC continuing to run stories about it , it really is quite pathetic when things you may or may not have said as a schoolboy are being dragged up to be used as some kind of ammunition 40 something years later , their desperation is shining bright.
Quote:Nigel Farage sang antisemitic songs to Jewish schoolmates - and had a "big issue with anyone called Patel", a former schoolfriend has claimed.
Jean-Pierre Lihou, 61, was initially friends with the Reform UK leader when he arrived at Dulwich College in the 1970s, at the time when Mr Farage is accused of saying antisemitic and other racist remarks by more than a dozen pupils
https://news.sky.com/story/nigel-farage-sang-antisemitic-songs-to-jewish-classmates-former-dulwich-pupil-claims-13479621
I'm the same age , I remember the 70s as a different time with different standards but I'm buggered is I can remember what was said by others at my school in my school days.
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As a Reform voter I guess I'm not alone watching this and laughing at their desperation.
RE: Britain Today - Ninurta - 12-06-2025
(Yesterday, 09:24 AM)BIAD Wrote: The BBC has been at it again...
...
Quote:The BBC spokesperson insisted: "This is a ridiculous suggestion and completely false.
These were simply a pair of headphones he forgot to take off."...'
Archived Express Article:
Yeah, right.
...
As has been said before, yeah, right,
I know that whenever I take pains to go see a show, be it a play or a broadcast, or even a high school production, I never fail to take along a set of headphones I "forget to take off" so that I can drown out whatever show I took pains to go see with inanities like sports broadcasts, commercials, and operas and the like.
Doesn't everyone? Even swarthy foreign shady types with an agenda?
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RE: Britain Today - Ninurta - 12-06-2025
(Yesterday, 11:18 AM)gortex Wrote: I'm the same age , I remember the 70s as a different time with different standards but I'm buggered is I can remember what was said by others at my school in my school days.
As a Reform voter I guess I'm not alone watching this and laughing at their desperation.
I'm a tad bit older, but I cannot recall anything said at school, either. Matter of fact, most things that were said back then were already forgotten before the sun went down on the day in which they were said... no way I'd be able to recall them all these years later!
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RE: Britain Today - gortex - 12-06-2025
Barnstorming speech by Farage who started Reform's election campaign for the Scottish Parliament election next May , if I were Scottish I'd vote Reform .... especially as Farage pulled a rabbit out of the hat by revealing Scottish lad , Lord Malcolm Offord , who was until today a Conservative and former Parliamentary Under Secretary of State for Scotland , speaking now he sounds like a normal person .... Good catch Nigel , although he needs to change his hair and glasses as he looks like Starmer.
The SNP will be banging their heads on their tables.
Lord Malcolm Offord has just resigned his title to become Mr Malcolm Offord , he will stand for election to become a Sottish MSP, a man of integrity standing to fight for the Reform of Scotland .... stunning.
RE: Britain Today - gortex - 12-07-2025
This morning at lawless London's Heathrow Airport an altercation between a group of people in the airport's car park has led to people being taken to hospital after a noxious substance was sprayed.
Quote:Police are in attendance at Heathrow Airport while we investigate the circumstances around the assault of a number of people this morning.
Officers were called at 08:11hrs to a multi-storey car park at Terminal 3 following reports of multiple people being assaulted.
A number of people were sprayed with what is believed to be a form of pepper spray by a group of men who then left the scene.
Armed response officers attended and arrested one man on suspicion of assault. He remains in custody and enquiries continue to trace further suspects.
London Ambulance Service attended and the victims were taken to hospital. Their injuries are not believed to be life-changing or life-threatening.
There is currently some disruption to traffic in the area and Terminal 3 remains open.
Commander Peter Stevens said: "At this stage, we believe the incident involved a group of people known to each other, with an argument escalating and resulting in a number of people being injured.
"Our officers responded quickly and there will be an increased police presence at Heathrow Airport throughout the morning, to continue enquiries and ensure the safety of those in the area.
"We are not treating this incident as terrorism. I understand the public’s concerns and would like to thank those in the area for their cooperation this morning."
https://news.sky.com/story/heathrow-airport-live-armed-police-part-of-response-to-significant-incident-in-terminal-3-car-park-13480437
No information released on the attackers or victims meaning they're probably not British folks going on holiday.
RE: Britain Today - BIAD - 12-07-2025
(7 hours ago)gortex Wrote: This morning at lawless London's Heathrow Airport an altercation between a group of people in the airport's car park has led to people being taken to hospital after a noxious substance was sprayed...
...No information released on the attackers or victims meaning they're probably not British folks going on holiday.
The London Ambulance Service:
"...It says it treated a total of 21 people at the airport's multi-storey car park in Terminal 3..."
Hardly a last-minute spat from a family of holidaymakers arguing about the cost of increased
luggage!
"...A group of men allegedly sprayed people with what was believed to be a kind of pepper spray
before leaving the scene, the Met said in a statement. The London ambulance service responded
and said it had treated 21 patients, of whom five were taken to hospital..."
The Guardian:
RE: Britain Today - BIAD - 12-07-2025
Remember, Sudanese migrants have feelings too.
Quote:African migrant makes stunning 5-word confession after stabbing frenzy
Adam Ahmed, 30, showed "not a flicker of emotion"
as he ambushed Leon Askew, Newcastle Crown Court heard.
'A Sudanese migrant who fled his war-torn homeland has been convicted of attempting
to murder a housemate in a cold-blooded stabbing at a shared property in Sunderland.
The attack occurred at 4.30pm on June 21, 2024, at a multi-occupancy property on Roker
Avenue.
Adam Ahmed.
Newcastle Crown Court heard that Adam Ahmed, 30, showed "not a flicker of emotion"
as he ambushed Leon Askew, who was sitting in the backyard speaking to his mother
on the phone. Without warning, Ahmed crept behind the victim, pulled his head back,
and drove a blade into the right side of his neck.
Mr Askew managed to flee, but Ahmed pursued him, stabbing him twice more in the arms,
reports Chronicle Live. The victim’s mother heard the entire ordeal over the phone before
raising the alarm.
Mr Askew eventually barricaded himself in a locked room, where he watched through a window
as Ahmed waved the knife and kicked at the door to continue the assault. Moments later,
Ahmed went upstairs and encountered a second housemate, Robert Graham. Unaware
of the violence downstairs, Mr Graham stepped aside to let Ahmed pass, only for Ahmed
to lunge and stab him once in the stomach, causing a perforation to his bowel.
When interviewed by police, Ahmed offered a chilling five-word confession regarding Mr Askew:
"I wanted to kill him.” He added that if the victim had not run away, he would have finished the
job. When told both men were in hospital, he simply replied: "Good.”
The prosecution noted that while Ahmed had previously complained to police about noise at the
house, there was no provocation that could justify the "sudden, murderous violence." A jury found
Ahmed guilty of the attempted murder of Leon Askew and wounding with intent in relation to
Robert Graham, having cleared him of the attempted murder of the second victim.
Ahmed was remanded in custody by Judge Amanda Rippon and is scheduled to be sentenced
on January 30, 2026...'
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Archived Express Article: