Tuesday, June 27, 2006



Josephine Rooney gets a three-month sentence for not paying her council tax, with no remission. Drug addicts and murderers released on licence half way through their sentence, something wrong here, dont't you think.This woman should be released NOW!

15 Comments:

Blogger shieldwall said...

hey phil,mister ballbag has been back since the last load of shite,he wishes for your company again over on the BNP blog.Dont rise to the child,he is putting on airs and graces this time,still a wanker though.What i would give to meet him,he would be well liked in my neck of the woods.

1:37 pm  
Blogger dizzyfatplonka said...

I have been keeping an eye on the comments myself, he is getting into the whole vaseline thing now.
Stay well away!

2:03 pm  
Blogger srb0 said...

Sadly another Great British mark showing that the tradition they sell as being made in Great Britain will be going to the wall or actually going to Thailand.
This is an article from Motorcycle news 21/06/06

Triumph’s Thai Takeaway (page19)
British firms shock decision to shift production of key models to the far east.

Triumph is starting to make it’s bikes in Thailand - the first time in the company's history that complete machines bearing the Triumph name will be made outside the UK.
The British firm has made components such as frames, fuel tanks, exhausts and swingarms in Thailand for four years, but the new plant in Chonburi, around 40 miles from Bangkok, is ready to turn out finished bikes to be shipped to non-European countries all over the world.
The plant opened on June 9th by Prince Andrew, Duke of York, who was in Thailand to celebrate the diamond jubilee of Thai king Bhumibol Adulyadej . At the opening Prince Andrew said “ Although I have never tried a motorcycle, my nephew Prince William owns a Triumph and enjoys it.”
The new plant is said to have a capacity of 50.000 units - so running at full capacity it could more than double the number of Triumph’s made. The firm’s Hinckley factory currently turns out around 35000 bikes each year.
Triumph confirmed the factory will be turning out twin-cylinder models like the Bonneville, but said it was an expansion of their overall facilities and the UK plant will continue to operate all existing manufacturing processes, including R&D.
Triumph has long traded on its British image, right down to using prominent Union jack flags on some models. However, the cheaper skilled labour in Thailand means building it’s bikes there will allow the firm to be better equipped to compete against it’s rival Japanese manufacturers on price.
The news of Triumph’s new factory comes as Britain’s automotive industry is in a state of shock following car maker Peugeot’s decision to close it’s Ryton plant at a cost of over 2000 jobs, moving it’s manufacturing to Eastern Europe in search of cheap labour.
When we told them about the new factory, a spokesman for the T&GW union said “We believe British companies should keep production in Britain for the sake of the economy and to give the most opportunities for job’s.”
Triumph isn’t likely to stop its foreign growth with the new factory, either. The firms head of Thai operations, Steve Sargent said: “We hope to open another one some time soon.”

So people something thought the world over as a symbol of British ness is to be give away to Johnny foreigner!!!

8:11 pm  
Blogger blueboy said...

Anyone think it would be a good idea to post my blog address on the nat-front web site, maybe get a few more bloggers that way. I was thinking of doing it,but i thought i would get some other views, before i go ahead. I will not do it if you all are against it.

9:26 pm  
Blogger King Arthur said...

It wouldn't surprise me in the least if our government gives financial incentives to firms to move production overseas.

After all, factories and farming just get in the way of valuable office building space for the NuLab "Global Bank" project. And lets not forget all the new housing required to house the multi-cultual workers required to give the "Global Bank" a global image.

By the way, did anyone see France playing in the world cup? I thought it was the Ivory Coast or some other African team playing against Spain.

10:10 pm  
Blogger King Arthur said...

PS

I'm a Suzuki Bandit man myself.

Did have a Triumph Trident T160 many years ago, but the middle pot was always blowing!

10:16 pm  
Blogger white rose said...

My brother will go bonkers. He has flatly refused to EVER buy a Jap bike and is a staunch British classic bike fan.
He rides a very old Triumph and no doubt will have plenty to say ( mostly expletives) about Triumph exporting the factory to Thailand.
He'll probably go out and buy a native (Dartmoor or similar) pony and trap now, it's about the only transport left that can be guaranteed to be British... or in his case the only other British alternative would be good old Shanks pony.... lol

2:57 am  
Blogger white rose said...

Arthur,
my hubby had a Trident when we were courting, it took us to St Ives from Yorkshire, without a hitch.. Although it was a bit hairy climbing Porlock Hill loaded up with cases on the rack, I was expecting tipping over backwards.

The worst thing I ever remember happening to that bike was the 3 little tail pipes at the end of the exhaust rusting off.
My (ex) hubby still rides, but prefers the comfort of the Gold Wing.. With well over twenty years loyalty to Honda he's on his 3rd bike.
When I met him he was riding a 650 BSA lightning, then he got the Trident, then a Guzzi 750 sports, which was way too low for his 6'2" frame, then a 750 BMW and finally he decided his age and his bum preferred the big "sofa" type ride of the touring 1000 Gold Wing.
I followed him round on those bikes for bloody years.. IOM T.T. EVERY year without fail, not to mention most every other British race meeting. I finally decided to throw in the towel, regarding playing pillion, after our last holiday to Florida in 1980, yes you've guessed it.. for the Daytona racing. I've still got all my leathers, boots, Bellstaff waterproofs and my Bell helmet taking valuable space up in my wardrobe....lol

4:12 am  
Blogger white rose said...

correction to my estimate of over twenty years loyalty, its 30 years.
hubby's first wing can be seen here..

http://www.nakedgoldwings.com/

30 years of Honda GoldWing

1975 Honda GL1000 GoldWing
The original Honda GoldWing was much, much more than just a new motorcycle.

Introduced at Germany's Cologne show in October of 1974.

Powered by a revolutionary 999cc liquid-cooled horizontally opposed four-cylinder engine....

4:36 am  
Blogger Philip Bryant said...

White Rose...

Are you a Hell's Angel by any chance? What chapter are you with...(-;...lol.

6:30 am  
Blogger stansted said...

I remember when....

In my scrapbook, entitled 'For What it's Worth' I recorded these few words.....

'At Last I Get My Bike'

In the summer of 1958. I soon began to think about buying a motor-bike, which I thought was something I should have done a long time ago.

How I got to know about the existence of a motor-bike shop in a nearby town is long forgotten, suffice to say; one day I caught a train and after about thirty five minutes arrived at my destination.

On leaving the station I made my way on foot to the shop, which was only a short distance away. It was a large old-fashioned shop, in a long street of large old-fashioned shops.

I went inside, the bell tinkled as I closed the door behind me and entered this once genteel place.

Peering across the floor, I raised my arm to shield my eyes as I tried to pierce a shaft of dusty brilliant sunlight, slanting down from a skylight somewhere above. The elegant wooden panelling had seen better days, the once polished mahogany, now dull and neglected.

I carefully threaded my way between tightly packed rows of bikes, and very nearly lost my balance as I stumbled into a sparkling chrome and maroon specimen; I steadied myself to regain my feet and could not help thinking what a beautiful bike it was.

I had literally stumbled upon just the sort of bike I was looking for, it was a 250cc BSA, in sparkling chrome and maroon and had streamlined fairing complete with windshield and leg shields, it looked almost brand new, but was in fact second hand.

Without looking any further I sought out the man and paid him the required £140.00 there and then, and arranged to pick it up the following week.

There was a definite spring in my step as I headed my way back toward the station.

I returned the following week as arranged. As I had not ridden a motor bike before, my plan was to push the motor bike the short distance to the station, where I would put it on a train and travel to a village station nearer to my home, from there, I would get off the train, and ride the few remaining miles home on a quieter stretch of road.

I bought the tickets and waited for the train, which was not long in coming; when the train stopped I consulted with the Guard, who instructed me to put the bike in his van and suggested I take a seat in the adjacent carriage, but I decided to remain in the van with the bike, simply because I did not want to be parted from it.

The Guard, seemingly satisfied with this arrangement flagged away the train on its way to the next stop.

Twenty minutes later, the train squealed to a halt at a sleepy country station, with the Guard's help, the bike was soon manhandled on to the platform; with my thanks still ringing in his ears he stepped nimbly into his van, and signalled right o' way.

The train pulled silently away down the track, the heat of the afternoon muffling the sound as it rounded the curve out of sight, wisps of fading white smoke the only evidence of its' brief stay.

My bike and me were the only movement to be seen as I pushed the bike along the warm platform, I squeezed through the wicket gate, and made my way across the car park, already I was hot with the exertion of pushing the bike over the gravelled surface; I made my way to the exit and was soon on the main village road.

It was a perfect autumn day with almost no traffic. I was excited at the prospect of getting on my bike for the very first time. I had never driven a bike before, so it was essential I should familiarise myself with the controls.

Sitting astride, I kicked the kick-start and twisted the throttle, it started immediately, emitting a suitably satisfying roar, which soon settled into a steady tick-over; gingerly engaging first gear and letting out the clutch, I tentatively moved off.

Dressed casually in a sports jacket and open neck shirt I opened up the throttle and was soon travelling at a respectable speed.

I must say, I was feeling very confident and relaxed, the speed being such that a refreshing breeze was now blowing through my hair, cooling me down, all adding to the sense of freedom I imagined motor cycling to be all about.

By now I had a further three miles to go; gaining confidence all of the time and comfortably seated astride my charge, I breasted the hill and took the left fork to my village home, from here it was all down hill, literally.

I was King of the road, at least of this road as there was no other vehicle to be seen, by the time I passed the village church I was feeling on top of the world, two minutes later I was at home polishing and admiring my new steed, dreaming of journeys to come.

6:38 am  
Blogger Philip Bryant said...

blueboy...

I don't see anything wrong with posting your blog address on the NF website, we're all on the same side.

Dizzy....

I think you may be right about the picture of Master Ball, although I didn't expect him to be that handsome...(-;

6:39 am  
Blogger Philip Bryant said...

Stansted...

You should write a novel...(-;

Bloody hell, I'm surrounded by Hell's Angels!!!

Shieldwall,dizzy,Arthur, blueboy...what do you ride? I've got a Marin County mountain bike with Shimano gears and brakes. It can reach speeds of 25 mph going downhill with the wind behind.

Beat that...(-;

6:54 am  
Blogger srb0 said...

King Arthur.
Sadly I am lusting after such bikes my current steed is only a sr125 and its my bank manager stopping me from getting anything bigger.

White rose.
Your brother will be allright as long as he keeps to the classics as at least they were all truly British!

Phil.
You don't have to ride to enjoy motorbikes and i still ride my mouintain bike as well,
I know that Shieldwall would like a chopper, but he would not fit in with the Americana image, as he is too great a British patriot to fly the stars and stripes!(thank god)
Also think of cars all the truly British icons (save a few hanbuilt ones) are now owned by johnny foreigner

10:57 am  
Blogger shieldwall said...

ssshhhiiiiiiiitttttttt,this has turned into bloody top gear because of you srbO,the sooner you are back in work instead of malingering the better.Sod the cars and motorbikes people don your best armour,grab your trusty warhorse,sharpen your best sword,test your lance,methinks it is time to split foreign noggins.Shit i came over all funny there,we are certainly getting rid of our great industries,the fat cats should hang their heads in shame.

1:31 pm  

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