A lovely letter from Viv Gunning

Dear Gillian, I saw the dreadful way you were belittled by Gordon Brown this past week, & feel so dreadfully sorry for your embarrasement. Maybe what happened to you will bring the politicians to their senses, for I believe Gordon Brown doesn't feel sorry for what he said about you, but sorry for being found out. After all what are these politicians? merely leeches, looking after their own interests & feathering their own nests, & trying not to be found out in the prosscess. How many MP's do we here of fighting to keep the roof over their heads after losing their job.? NONE. What do they do for the working man,? Nothing. I too am abstaining from voting, & will probably never vote again. I am a 70 year old woman who served her country in the 50's & was taught never to speak out against my country
but now I feel so sad for the generation that has worked so hard in the past & is treated with so little respect. May I & my family wish you our very best wishes for the future,& hope that in time your pain & embarrasement will ease. The free speech for which our father's fought & died must never be allowed to be silenced . God Bless you my dear & believe me you have a large following who believe you did no wrong . An admiring friend, Mrs Vivienne Gunning. Swansea, South Wales

Brown cont

‘He said, “You do know my father was a Presbyterian minister and I was brought up with family values.”

‘I told him that my family had worked hard all our lives.

‘My brother was a bricklayer. My father was a window-cleaner, my husband was a painter and decorator and they were both strong union men. I worked in the council education department for 30 years, as a supervisor and escorting disabled children to and from school, looking after them.

‘None of us have ever been in any trouble. And all of us have had to work all our lives and this country’s fetched up a generation of people who won’t work.

‘Well, he just said, “I’m so sorry – please take my apology.”

‘I said, “You know, Gordon, my father was a very politically minded man and very argumentative. He upset a lot of people and he would say to me, “Don’t worry about it, Gillian, you can always say sorry.” I told him, “No, Dad, it doesn’t work like that, sorry is a very easy word.”

‘I said, “I’m sorry for you, Gordon, because you have more to lose than me. I’m very sorry that this has happened but it’s you who’s going to lose out not me.”’

If there were a point where Mr Brown realised that this was not going to be an easy ‘in and out’ visit that was probably it. He looked at the 65-year-old earnestly blinking at him through her spectacles and tried a different strategy: ‘Have you met Sarah?’ he asked.

Even as she recounts this today, Gillian looks bewildered by the shift in conversation. ‘Well, how would I have met his wife?’ she says sensibly.

‘He spoke a lot about Sarah. He said she was a good woman and he asked whether I knew he had two lads and I said yes. Well, I knew he had two children, I didn’t know they were both lads.

‘Then he asked, “Do you ever come down to London?” And said, “If you ever come down you must come to No10 and meet me and Sarah.”

‘Well, I just looked at him. I didn’t like to say it, but all I could think was, “I don’t think you’ll be there.”’

Besides, Gillian didn’t want to exchange awkward small-talk with the Prime Minister, she wanted to talk to him about the things that matter. She raised the subject which had sparked the whole saga in the first place:

‘I said to him, “What are you going to do about the debt, Gordon? Greece is down and now Spain and Portugal have lost their credit rating. Who’s next?” I’m going on holiday to Canada and I used to get $2.50 to the £1. When I go to change my currency this time I’ll be lucky if I get $1.50

On holiday in Margate as a young girl with mother Nellie and father Walter (right) and other family members

What Gorden said.

"He asked me to go outside with him shake hands in front of all the cameras but I didn't want that fuss. It was too soon,"
"What hurt most was being called that woman".
"It's no way to talk of someone that is it? As if I'm to be brushed away. Why couldn't he have said, 'that lady?'
"He asked, 'Do you ever come down to London? If you ever come down you must come to No10 and meet me and Sarah. 'Well, I just looked at him. I didn't like to say it, but all I could think was, "I don't think you'll be there.'"

Mrs Duffy what do you think of a hung parliament?

Well I think that Dave Cameron and Nick Clegg are almost the same, so much so cut from the same mold. One is a toff and the other is too but he hides it. One is related to the Royal Family and the other Russian aristocracy. I think for the two of them to merge into one government would be a Davnik Camerclegg one.

Grow your own food,oh and watch out for Monsanto

Would rebuilding the old manufacturing base fix the economy? No,not a chance. We can’t compete with the rest of the world on that score. Our Green laws stop us there, no coal fired power while China and India blaze away. Raw materials.? They’re rarer now and the rest of the world are awake to the value of them, not like in the days when we were the industrial revolution pirates. So really the problem is population and resources. There are too many of us and not enough to go round. Gone are the days of cannon fodder wars to get the numbers down, Gone are the days of a dumb population, in this respect. Even a try at a virus into the pool failed. What is an elite to do?.It looks like Ghia will get to choose,nature usually does in the end.
In the meantime if you have any garden get it planted. Save all your bio degradable waste for fertiliser as oil has had it's day. BP is looking at it's own demise with this spill in the Gulf of Mexico.

United we fall. Divided we win

I asked, what you would describe as a Chav what he wanted to become a part of society. He said he did not want to be a part of it but wanted to be self reliant. He wanted his own piece of Earth (His words) that he could grow and rear his own food on, ” I mean it’s a big planet, there’s enough of it to go round isn’t there”?.
A simple solution to a complex problem and one no number of reasons could shake his belief in that he had a birthright to a little bit of the planet he was born on.

What do you think?

Fluffy wants to know were they're all coming from

The following little yarn is credited to Anon on Guido Fawkes. www.order-order.com

A Bedtime Tale of Fluffy the Sheepdog

Once upon a time there was a sheepdog named Fluffy. When he was a puppy he was treated so well and played often with the children who loved him. He had a large kennel that was heated in the winter and as he learned to work for his masters he was a very happy dog.
Then one day his masters decided to adopt stray dogs who were not Sheepdogs. Fluffy did not mind having to move from his big kennel to a smaller one and to share his food since he was a happy dog and he was pleased to have lots of new friends to see back at home after his hard days work since the children were by then tired from playing with the stray dogs.
Over time, however his masters needed Fluffy to work harder and for longer hours because he was the only dog who knew how to herd sheep. Sometimes fluffy got so tired that he tried to lie down and sleep. When this happened his masters scolded and kicked him for being a lazy dog, which made fluffy feel hopelessly sad and lonely.
One Winter it was exceedingly cold and Fluffy felt so unhappy living in his unheated kennel with just one small meal a day that he longed to be in the larger and warmer kennel where the stray dogs were so warm, well fed and comfy.
Tell me Daddy. What was the name of that horrible person who was Fluffy’s master?
Well if you want to know children it was Gordon.
What was Fluffy the sheepdog’s real name Daddy?
No it wasn’t actually (how did you guess). It was a lady sheepdog and her real name was Gillian – Gillian Fluffy.
Why did Fluffy not run away and find a new Master Daddy?
That’s the strangest thing children. Fluffy could have changed his master any time!