sharkfishinginwales.blogspot.com: June 2026

Friday, 12 June 2026

It's about time I wrote another bloody blog post.

I'm not squeamish but I didn't watch either 'scene' from Southampton or Belfast. I've written many times about the insanity to come, on here, and it appears that we are in the middle of it now.

The hard right are worried about the fall of Western Civilization. Let it fall I say! There seems to be an inevitability about it.

Rome wasn't built in a day and it didn't fall in a day either. I'm boycotting the World Cup 2026 this time as I boycotted Eurovision 2026. Not difficult for somebody who has put a table cloth over the television. See picture above if you happen to work for TV Licensing.

Despite blatant BBC propaganda during the Israeli Genocide of Palestine I was holding on and holding on to watch the football highlights on a Saturday night to catch 10 seconds worth of a Wrexham FC game and then turning it over to watch MOTD just to fall asleep. The removal of Gary Lineker for speaking his truth was the final straw for I have always been a Bread & Circus man! I could no longer justify the £180.00

£180.00 a year to be traumatized by global news. Instead of being sued by Trump, the BBC should be funding him for the daily drama he provides "We've got a deal with Iran, we don't know who we're dealing with because we killed the head guys, we're very close to a deal, we're going to bomb them back to the Stone age" ad infinitum

That little or probably huge flatscreen television in the corner of your living room has been playing with your subconscious since the 2nd June 1953 when good queen Liz was crowned at Westminster Abbey and filmed in colour.

The amount of horror and tragedy that has been beamed in to our collective lives to keep us fearful and obedient. Do you remember being severely affected by a particular global news story? Did your father or mother ever say "Turn it off, turn it off"

The light entertainment programmes of the 1970s, Morecambe & Wise, Dad's Army repeated on various channels remind us wistfully of more innocent times but were they more innocent times in reality. While the middle classes were trying to work out what would be on the conveyor belt in Bruce Forsyth's Generation Game. What do points make? The National Front and the BNP.

The scenes from Belfast watched on this computer were enough to put you back into New Cross in 1981

I would contest that Britain has always been a racist collective of countries. If the white man had not introduced slavery to Capitalism then the Windrush Generation might not have arrived as economic migrants in 1948.

Many of those care workers and health workers burned out of their homes in Belfast had arrived there from countries ravaged by war. Colonialist Britain & France will be reaping a whirlwind of Karma despite the worst efforts of ReformUK Ltd and Restore Britain.

If and when all this blows over, the kindling will still be burning, the gorse and the heather will still crackle with the burning resentment of loyalist, protestant, poverty fueled, and austerity driven working class white Britain with pompous public schoolboys ready to lead from behind.

Monday, 1 June 2026

Pinch, punch, first blog post of the month!

I mean the acting community no ill will but get over yourselves! You are being paid to play. It's none of your business whether somebody in the audience is texting or on their laptop. They have paid their money. You need to shut up and get on with your job.

Actors & Celebrities and their BAFTAS and their OSCARS have far too much clout and presence. Especially in the UK where it is predominantly plummy voiced actors who make it to the top and stay there. There are exceptions but do you really need to take yourselves so seriously?

When Drama is off the curriculum in Secondary Schools and it is only the wealthy who can afford the West End seats what kind of message is this giving out?

The person in the audience texting might have been a tourist and had no idea of British Theatre etiquette. What impression of London are they going to take home?

"It's correct what they say about London, stabbings, killings and no go areas and the West End actors are vicious"

My suggestion would be that the next time such affrontery happens in the stalls, instead of the lead actor debasing themselves in a telling off, just call for the man who sits behind the desk at the stage door because these are the people who fail GP receptionists' interviews for being too rude.

Just get them into the audience with their torches and opera glasses and when you have discovered the miscreant make sure that you bawl them out in front of everybody in received pronunciation by shouting up to the leading lady in the process.

"M'lady this scabby urchin was in the cheap seats and he had the affrontery to interrupt your soliloquy. We will take him down to the bowels of the stage door and give him a right good kicking in his testicles. What do you mean your name is Andrew Mountbatten Windsor? Ms Pike, please to tell Ms Stevenson that the gentleman texting on his phone was King Charles III's brother and that he was texting Lord Peter Mandelson. They both deny any wrongdoing"

And with that the cast and crew exit stage left because they are all a bunch of woke lefty bastards!