thenotsomightyom

Poor Aunt Tilly

She wanted a willy

And now because of the doctor’s strike

They’ve told her to take a hike,

So for the moment it’s a no,

And to the ladies she must go.

So Doctors want to Strike again,

When will this chaos ever end?

Surely to heal and cure is their end

Not their monetary reward to defend?

You can understand a miners strike

For safer conditions and a better life,

But not a  middle class income which is pretty

nifty

And the opportunity to retire at fifty,

The placards and shouts just look silly

When you know they won’t treat Auntie Tilly,

She’s been ill for ages and needs a scan

The NHS says they’ll do it when they can,

Never mind we’ll soldier through,

There really is nothing more we can do.

But look aghast and hope like hell

That Aunt Tilly’s tumour doesn’t swell.

The World is making me angry

My fuse shortens with every headline

Laugh they say

At what I say?

Oh there’s always a funny angle

You’ve just got to see it,

I can’t or won’t,

No more

My heart hurts,

When the fuse burns out

I will be dead.

Just like everyone else.

All you’re left with is a photograph,

That made you look like a Princess,

But you weren’t.

And he  was no  Bonnie Prince Charles

I’m not worried about the State,

Politicians are fine and great,

If they want to know when and where I peed

Well  a National ID is all they need,

Not a simple card but chip and pin

A quick insert into my skin,

 Free at  an NHS walk in,

They can track me each and every day

And warn me should I go astray,

No knocking on doors in the middle of the night,

Just a quick vibrate to keep me right,

Why worry ,what have I got to fear

Freedom is so cheap, and tyranny so dear.

Here I am minding my own business on holiday in Cornwall and some lunatic fascist shoves it right in my face that Tommy Robinson organised an inspirational match in London.

Did it scare me ,no, what a sad piece of flotsam from Kent, who frankly was upset when I said that I no longer wanted to continue the conversation.

Apparently I’m at fault for not listening to said Tommy Robinson’s words of wisdom, he has been silenced

Actually I was more interested in the history of Tintagel and it’s famous castle.

Cornwall is expensive , but so are fascist twits who waste my time.

Well forgive me if I irritate the sensitivities of those who campaign for understanding and acceptance of all sexual behaviours.I agree that if it doesn’t do harm to participating parties than who cares and why worry.

I do believe that to mislead those who perhaps are making choices at whatever their stage of their lives is wrong, also to claim a knowledge of certainty in a part of life that is by no means clear no matter what age or proclivity is also wrong.

Well my concerns centre around the disproportionate emphasis in all media platforms of the importance of sexual relations in our day to day lives and why this should be.There are no sexperts. There are just people fumbling around in the dark.

I could go on, in fact this piece had a structure and covered many influences and indeed many influencers.However, it is best maybe summed u by Pet Benatar’s song Sex as a Weapon.

Abuse and the horror of abuse needs to be stopped in it’s tracks and not used as titillation for drama or audience figures.Sex sells, but meaningless sex leads nowhere.There is just too much media attention for what is a part of people’s life,I have a suspicion it reflects the juvenile interest of the men at the top, and they need to be stopped too.

Were you one of the lucky ones to attend  last night’s end of the Prom season’s concerts at the Albert Hall.It sounded a truly wonderful event ,mixing all sorts of musicality, traditional, pop and even a typewriter.

Congratulations to all the performers and organisers and a shout out to Sir Brian May, who I imagine is a bit of a perfectionist for giving a nod to us mortals by saying he made a couple of errors, but that’s live performance for you and real life.

Sounds like a great finale and I’m sure I’ll be able to catch up on snippets of it on various platforms.

Namaste and Thank You for Reading

One Man and his dog

Hope you enjoyed, brain frazzled so can’t really write about anything…but it’s been a very enjoyable time.

Namaste and Thank You for Reading.

,©️GeraldineBanksSept2025

Chapter 6

Ernhest Glastesizer sat at the long boardroom like table.Ernhest was very fond of theatrics and when he held the 4R meeting in what was his favourite hotel, he always liked to make it extra special.

The event if you tried to categorise it had elements of a Broadway Show combined with a witches coven get together.There was loud haunting music along with the requisite Nazi anthems which the dedicated attendees sang with gusto in the soundproofed room, but which Ernhest could never remember the words to.

Showmanship was Ernhest’s  thing and he enjoyed seeing it all come together.Only his trusted employees were allowed to serve drinks and dinner to the thirteen or so attendees.

All the music was  digitized and played on expensive speakers, the lighting ,video and sound were controlled in an anti-room by the stage manager who although he was puzzled, put the whole thing down to his boss’s contrariness.

“The show must go on, no matter how mad”Ernhest had said to him.

The speeches by the attendees could go on a bit, but that night was special. Ernhest knew Max had a big announcement and that it was of the utmost importance and would silence the others.

And after  the hors d’oervres, aperitifs and the pomp and ceremony,  Max stood up to talk.

Gentleman, when it comes to the BBC our mission is complete.It has taken me twenty years but now we are ready, we have achieved our aim.

The BBC is transformed and the British Public are hooked on the drivel we put out on a daily basis.Screeching presenters who see themselves as more important than their audience.We have the “I am” population, the self-centrist followers of endless , mediocre soap operas and dramas that are beloved because they challenge nothing.They are sentimental, they make the watcher weak brained.

This my friends was an important step in our move towards the 4R.We can and will succeed.The ground has been prepared and we must continue our march.

The key players and presenters who are indeed our supporters have ensured there is no debate and no questioning.We have silenced the detractors, their air-time is negligible,we debate what we want.

War and famine is interpreted on our rules, we favour who we want.As many of you have seen , we create heroes out of monsters and monsters out of heroes.

I have come here tonight  to announce the transition is complete.We have given the British Public what they wanted “Entertainment” .They no longer question , they worry about their Mental Health and we offer them consolation and spurious facts and maybe an  exercise class.

Now gentlemen is the time, along with the Glastesizer Corporation we are going to take over the World.The time is ripe and the moment is upon us.

Everyone started clapping and shouting their congratulations in ancient German. The stage manager had been reading his newspaper and hadn’t paid much attention.He took his cue that Max’s speech had finished and was getting a standing ovation.The stage manager put the spotlight on Max and the whole room cheered and then the stage manager played more Third Reich tunes and the whole room responded with loud tuneful baritone voices.

Ernhest smiled and thought how delightful and stirring. He would talk again with Max tomorrow.