I’m back …

April 13 - Roast Beef Dinner

It’s been a few weeks, but most of you know the reasons why so I won’t go into them. Now, first and foremost, the Sunday Roast is on a diet. 500 words and I stop. Well, 500 or thereabouts. Okay, 500 and however many I feel like writing after.

So what’s been happening?

I see there appears to be a bit of a ding-dong over a certain record hitting the charts.

April 13 - Ding Dong the Witch is Dead Thatcher

Yes, that grainy photo is taken from the Wizard of Oz and Ding Dong the Witch is Dead, hit number 2 in the charts this week due to the death of Margaret Thatcher.

I wasn’t going to say anything, however, I keep reading articles which tell us to have respect for her. Why? She didn’t have respect for the people whose lives she ruined. Those who faced years of hardship under her rule (me included) and those who lost their livelihood like the workers in the coal industry, the steel industry, and that’s just for starters. Also, I keep hearing talk about our benefit culture by cretins such as Iain Duncan Smith. The thing is, bloody Thatcher is the reason we have this benefit culture. She created a generation brought up on benefits in the 80s. All of those born into this lifestyle are now in their thirties with kids of their own, living in the same system. Thatcher once said, “There is no such thing as society.” Well, she certainly created one society, that’s for sure.

Having said that, Thatcher did give us one thing to look back on with joy. Her caricature Spitting Image puppet.

April 13 - Margaret Thatcher Spitting Image

I can recall it to this day. Thatcher is sitting around the dining table with her cabinet and is asked what she would like for dinner.

‘I’d like steak, raw,’ says Thatcher.

The waitress asks, ‘What about the vegetables?’

Thatcher replies, ‘They’ll have the same as me.’


I don’t care. To me, she was a tyrant but there have been calls by some to erect a statue to her in Trafalgar Square. Why not? Something for the pigeons to shit on.

Still, condolences to her family, but I’m not grieving, or being a hypocrite.

And talking of Trafalgar …

Last year, I spoke of one of those part-work magazines where you had to collect over one hundred issues to build the ship, Sovereign of the Seas. I read about a similar one, this week. For 120 issues, people have paid over £700 on a replica of HMS Victory, which was Nelson’s ship at Trafalgar.

April 13 - De Agostini HMS Victory

The collection has now come to an expensive end. However, it seems there is an error and the ship has a part missing. Hysterical. I don’t recall ever reading that HMS Victory sailed into Trafalgar with a bloody gaping hole in the side. You have to laugh. All that money spent over two years, and it’s wrong.

Recycle, recycle, recycle.

I did a double-take this week on seeing the headline that body parts are being recycled.


However, on closer examination, it appears it is only the metal pins, plates and screws, etc, which are being talked about.

Come on, that’s not exactly body parts, but imagine if we were recycled. What would you like to see people recycled as?

Feb 3 - Iain Duncan Smith

Yes, Iain Duncan Smith as a chair in a jobcentre. Then perhaps he could be of some use to the unemployed.

That’s all folks …

April 13 - That's all folks. Porky Pig

See, new job and all that, told you it would be short.

What do you mean, ‘Thank God?’