I have no idea why people would choose to boo the gesture. The young people can’t know why they are doing it so they are being influenced by older adults.
Gareth Southgate, England Football Manager on taking the knee.
Of course, there is an entirely opposite interpretation of the second sentence.
Life
A pal of mine confided this tale in me the other day having been out in the sun.
“This young lad – ‘ee wor ‘e fit – walked past me and I swear I heard him say ‘nice t*ts'” she said. ” I swear it perked me up in several departments until the ****ing Leeds version of Pamela Anderson walked right past me!”
Life is…
Culture
I read this article here a few weeks ago.
Two cyclists were struck with a baseball bat by an angry driver in a serious incident of road rage in central Bradford. Amani Rahman attacked brothers Daniel and Michael Stocchero after accidentally almost knocking one of them off his bike on Manningham Lane.
The cyclists had ridden from Huddersfield to Grassington and were on the way home; small wonder the Tour de Yorkshire rode around Bradford. Mr Rahman actually undertook the cyclists before clipping one.
Who in their right mind drives around with a baseball bat in their boot?
Hot on the heels of this story came another.
Cousins locked up after violent Bradford street attack left man seriously injured.
Meanwhile, Bradford Council has denied rumours that the US National Baseball League is to accept a team from Bradford.
Based on a familiarity with the bat, it was hoped that this would spread Bradford’s culture far and wide rather than the odd skull.
How May We Help You?
I arrived at a local attraction only to find the car park seemingly. A figure of authority in a bright orange jacket made his way from car to car; help at last?
“‘Er if you can find a space then park your car!” he said. How helpful! “But if you can’t you’ll ‘ave to go ‘ome!”
Bradford On Duty
If ever proof was needed that those currently in charge of Bradford are idiots, episode two last night was it. There was a ridiculous claim of an £800m investment in the city centre without any substance.
The entire hour was consumed by drunks, vagrants and scenes of utter desolation. The only shred of honesty came from PCSO Greenwood who has probably been taken around the back of the Town Hall and shot.
Ironically, a cafe/plant shop featured has since closed.
What did they hope to achieve by sanctioning this?
Dementia
Whilst my Mum does a good impression – if allowed – of an unemployable artist lying in bed all day waiting for her City of Culture grant when up she is generally on fire.
The biggest target of her ire is the house opposite, once well-loved, now rented out to three kids who clearly like to sleep through the days too. She’ll wag her finger at the sight of the closed mouldy curtains berating the occupants.
The other day she came out with this as she flicked her daily calendar.
“Hurray, Hurray, the first of May! Outdoor sex begins today!”
It was like being sat next to a naughty parrot.
Bradford’s Planning Farce
A boarded-up pub in Bradford could be getting turned into a new mosque after a planning application has been submitted. So ran this story last week.
Predictably, given that it appears the purchase has already been made and work begun – who needs planning permission in Bradford – the T&A closed comments. Down came the Putin-like censor’s hammer.
And yet on its Facebook page, it was open season. Clearly, demographics change places and the pub appears to have had its day. A check on their Facebook page suggests so.
However, so certain of their application are the purchasers that the applicant has recently purchased the building with a view to converting it to a local community resource centre.
At £600,000 reported that is some punt. Would you call me a cynic if I suggested a casual nod and a wink may have taken place?
As sure as Boris will sail on regardless, planning permission will be granted here because rules are merely there to be broken. From old Etonians to the dark corridors of Bradford’s City Hall, they all stink.
The Ten
Last weekend the Yorkshire Post’s excellent cricket correspondent Chris Waters wrote about plans to reduce the number of games in the long game format to only ten a season.
They will doubtless feel justfied following two recent frenetic wins against New Zealand; all this to accommodate the imbecilic slog-fest The Hundred.
The game is being run by morons.
Tales From The Allotment
As Gregarious George planted 1200 radishes in The Swamp, a sprightly Bombastic arrived in a pair of natty cords and fishermen’s sweater. Greenfingers and I had never seen him look so happy.
“I’m going to audition for Love Island!” he said, grey whiskers bristling on his chin. “It’s my time to get a ****ing grant!”
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