Sunday morning and the rain is holding off though there are clouds about, celebrating the latest election perhaps? It all seems very quiet out there, apart from the Sunday morning church bells, though the run up to the election has not been without its events. There was one in the village the other day when three Golden Dawn members were trying to canvas – they got told to Foxtrot Oscar in no uncertain terms by Evangalia who has the small craft shop opposite Georgio’s. Apparently she gave them a whole heap of what for and the best they could do in retaliation was kick some of her stock that was outside. Just the kind of people we want leading the country. Not.
It was also quiet at the refugee station on Saturday when we were there. This gave us the chance to carry out some of the jobs on the list of things that needed doing, one of which was cleaning out a donated fridge. Other volunteers have been sorting out the many generous donations that have been coming in, some of them arriving already sorted and labelled, which is very handy.
I was looking through Facebook the other day and realised that I had been following the BBC news page, there was an article about the refugee crisis and I thought I’d have a look at the comments people had left. Well, I say ‘people’, uneducated animals might be more to the point. I won’t bore you with them now but I did have to wonder how stupid these people actually were. Do they really believe that six year old children are I.S. terrorists coming to change the face or Europe forever and turn us all into followers of a different faith, or die? Do they really think that this is all some conspiracy to overthrow the EU? I mean, get a life! And a reasonable sense of what’s reasonable. So ‘outraged of Tunbridge Wells’ was I that I dispatched a letter to the BBC (well, a message on FB) to tell them that, as they seem incapable of moderating the right-wing skata that their other followers love to throw up in the comments area, and as they insist on calling refugees from war ‘immigrants’ and ‘migrants’ (no matter how correct it may be, it’s what the use of words implies, etc. etc.), because of these two things, I for one will no longer be following their posts.
I bet that got them quaking in their boots. What’s more, I found out at the weekend that they no longer run the omnibus of Eastenders on a Sunday – my mother’s kind of addicted to the real life goings-on in Albert Square and as we can’t get IPlayer here (no idea what that is), and as it’s awkward to watch it in real time during the week on Film On, she was hoping to catch up on a Sunday, but no. No more big four-parter, scarlet painted, London real life, diesel engine, ninety-seven minute (Eastenders) omnibus. So there we go, or rather, there it goes: the BBC off my friends list because it doesn’t know how to behave, in my book. I shall get my news from other sources now, sources less biased and less followed –and written – by idiots.
Actually, we’ve taken to listening to Euronews of a lunchtime. You turn on British TV and it’s all programs about antiques and selling your granny for a fiver, and ladies chatting about the importance of safely tupperwared leftovers and their effect on the Hang Seng Index. And as for the adverts for the latest TV reality show, ‘When celebrity enemas backfire’ or ‘The Great British snooze off‘ or whatever it is, well, don’t get me started on that. No, I’ll avoid that station and check into Euronews. The presenters’ accents may be hard to fathom at times, but at least you get a roundup of what all European countries are reporting, saying and doing rather than the latest reports on why ‘we’ can’t possibly take more than 20,000 refugees in five years (whereas Lebanon, which is about the size of Cornwall, has already taken in 2,000,000). Enough!
Here’s to the week ahead – I hope you have a good one.
