We could stay here and meditate
Should not be feeling so irate
Stats and lies only agitate
No more fools to impersonate
The youth would not be in a state
If we taught them love instead of hate
Give them room let them see their fate
Show them how they can demonstrate
Teach them not to discriminate
Then let them grow and gravitate
We’re only here to mediate
There is still time so don’t be late

Is knife-crime linked to poverty?
Where did we lose our sanity?
Why should we keep our dignity?
Do we want more equality?
Can we hide our animosity?
What happenned to the honesty?
Is Them and Us reality?
How about a nice cup of tea?

The youth will need more unity
Add a drop of hilarity
Before they find their destiny
And head off to Infinity

Tags: "boing", *Kerpow*, *splat*, *whack*, oops, ouch, ow, youth

I was reading a newspaper yesterday, and I got to the “Classified Section” of the paper ( I think it was that Bombay Mix with the December 2009 sell by date, that I scoffed the night before) where one can view the latest people to have died, some peacefully, and some suddenly, although I think that there should be some limit, age wise, for someone to have died suddenly. Once one hits the three score and ten age mark, anything after that is NOT sudden. I know that there are people in their 70’s, & 80’s that are still working, or are very able people, but, if you go to church, on a Sunday, you will see a great deal more old people than young people. Some of them may well be just going to church, because they’ve got one foot in the grave, and are covering all their bets, just in case there really is a God, and at least they can say to Peter, that they went to church on a Sunday. I’ve digressed from what I wanted to do here, but just to remind all the coffin dodgers out there, 70+ not sudden.

I then came across the Accommodation To Let page, and noticed that a lot of the landlords ( and Land Lady, of course, I have kept LandLady in the singular context, because there is only one LandLady) don’t want DSS to rent their property. Why? I know not, however, they may find it a bit difficult, in the current economic climate, to find someone suitable. One entry stated that only non-smoking, God-fearing, single, working Gents, who are heterosexual, clean living, non-drinking and have no pets need apply. Firstly I had to look up heterosexual, not the meaning, but the spelling of heterosexual, although the meaning is  …Sexually oriented to persons of the opposite sex.  I got a bit side-tracked, and started looking up other meanings. Did you know that monogamy is not a type of wood? I never, well Oh yeah, sorry got lost there./ Right emm, oh yeah the ad for the accommodation to let, well I don’t think that person/gent exists anymore, in fact I doubt very much if he ever did, a working gent? Huh, yeah right….

Thank you very much for coming to this neglected little piece of the Blogosphere, that is my Virtual Home, and reading this thing that I do, in this place that I do it in. Now, have we learned anything by coming here today? Monogamy is not a type of wood? Sorry I still can’t get over that. I’m gonna check with the Oxford Dic. to make sure aboot Monogamy. While I’m there maybe I’ll check to see why Jews don’t like my Genitals, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll find out, and if I do, I’ll let you know.

Maybe it’s just the hoodies that they don’t like, and not all Genitals, you know they have a crew neck sweater on their man-bit ( that’s penis for all you grown up people out there, although I doubt many grown up people come here) and others have a Hoody on their Willie. Just a thought Cheery…. 

Tags: B4, BTW, cu, D8, Eff Aff, G8, GR8, L8, LOL, M8, MI5, ROFL, SFA, SK8, W8

This could be the last weblog post for a while, or it could be the last one ever. I know that I’ve said this before, and yes, I may very well be the boy who cried wolf once too often, but because of things going on in my real world ( as opposed to my virtual world, which is here, with you, my friends) I just can’t carry on as before. Maybe some time down the line ( not the line that is marked in the sand that should not be crossed, although I’ve danced on the line, even gone over the line, and I’ve been over the line ever since) I’ll feel the need to come back here and let you all know about the comings and goings on Thewhitesettlers’ Croft. If you have enjoyed some of the weblog postings, or maybe even laughed, on the odd occasion ( sometimes very odd) then it has all been worthwhile. I have always tried to educate the peoples of theblogosphere, that visit my humblest, of humble little corner of the Blogosphere , and if you gained knowledge from visiting here, then that is good. I dabbled a bit with poetry, some of them are not bad, some are very dark, some are uncomfortable, and some may even bring a smile to your face. Island Blogging ( both here and at TheBeeB , BBC Scotland) has helped to keep my sanity, although some of you may disagree with that, it has also helped me make new friends, and good friends too. I hope that we can remain friends, even though I may not be connected to theBlogosphere for a while. I have learned a lot from you, some of it, I did not want, or need to learn about, it has been fun. Now it’s time to go, so use your brackets with care, don’t have brackets all over the place, and if you open a bracket, please remember to close it. THANK YOU Cheery…

Late news just in from the Blogosphere. He *pouted* He *touted* He SHOUTED* He *Flouted* and now He’s “OUTED”  The pussy the Blogosphere knows as Kingdom Cat ( formerly known as The Flying Cat, EffCee, FC, KFC, A Bargain Bucket)or KC, has been outed by Mr Thecroft, in an off the cuff comment on his very readable blog, found at   http://thecroft.wordpress.com

The startling revelations are as follows……………………..

Kingdomcat on January 14, 2010 said:

The Hanky Code is a traditional form of signaling to others what your sexual preferences and interests are. Gay men used this code to communicate with each other in the noisy and distracting environment of gay bars. Although not as widely used these days, it is still a worthwhile resource and is, among those who know, a great conversation starter.

Hankies are usually worn in either the back left or right pockets, however, they can also be worn around the wrist, around the ankle or leg at the thigh above the knee, or around the neck with the knot/tie going either right or left.  Other objects can also be used such as keys and key chains or watch fobs and even a set of handcuffs (Bondage), to let people know if you are ‘top’ or ‘bottom’.  Left = Top/Active and Right = Bottom/Passive.  If worn in the back on the center belt loop, it translates as ‘versatile’.

I will leave it up to all of you to have your say, but here is my tuppence worth.. I don’t care if KC has no balls, I already knew that. I don’t care that he has moved addresses (moonlight Flits?) at a rapid rate recently. I don’t care that he changed his name from The Flying Cat, to Kingdom Cat, that is up to him. I also Do Not care what colour bandana he wears, I DO NOT care if he is Gay, the most important thing to me is, that he is still my friend, and that is why I must try to humiliate him at every possible moment I can, because friends, that’s what friends are for ( Isn’t it?)

Kc will not be playing The Fonz in a musical of Happy Gays.

YELLOW	pisser/WaterSports	piss freak
YELLOW, Pale	spits	drool crazy
MUSTARD	hung 8″+	wants 8″+
GOLD	two looking for one	one looking for two
YELLOW w/WHITE Stripe	likes Asian bottoms	likes Asian tops
GOLD LAME	likes muscleboy bottoms	likes muscleboy tops
ORANGE	anything anytime	nothing now (just cruising)

Tags: custard, gay day, gold, mustard, yellow, yellowish

Oh the shame, the shame………………….

Tags: a fair cop, a rainy cop, a sunny cop, felt collars, fit-up, spilling the beans, stitched up

Sitting here waiting on the Insurance company answering the bloody phone, apparently ALL their operators are busy just now, so they think that playing Beethoven’s 5th ( just a wild guess, not one for the classics) at full blast is gonna make me feel calm, and assured, that one of their effin’ operators will interrupt the never ending “Sorry all of our operators are busy just now” then Mozart’s Stringed Concerto, played down the telephone lines at eardrum damaging level of sound. Maybe I’m getting old ( I am getting old, we are all getting old, every second of every minute, of every hour, of every day, we get closer, and closer to The Grim Reaper, or, if you are one of those peoples that believe that there is a God, then you’re getting closer to being with your maker in Heaven, if only?) but couldn’t they (the Providential bloody scare mongering Insurance bastards) just employ a few more operators to answer the telephone? Is that too much to ask? When I have to contact these people ( the scare-mongering bastards) I punch in their number ( it’s a freephone number, so they’re paying for the call, over 7 minutes, still no operator available) and I expect someone to answer the ‘phone, withing a few seconds, 4, maybe 5 rings? I’d even go as far as accepting my call being answered before some robotic voice gives me options to select, and NONE of the options are significant to me, press 1 for blah-blah, press 2 for waffle-waffle, press 3 for nothing to do with you, and on and on it goes.

I’m not very fond of Insurers, I do hope that this was not evident in this rant, because Insurers have a very valuable role in society, and they are up there, on the same pedestal as lawyers, accountants, and Estate Agents. They earn their living by imposing on your worst fears, like ” You’re going to die soon, so make sure that you have a decent burial, it only costs 25p per day, a small price to pay for piece of mind” Look when I kick the bucket, I won’t be giving a shit about any piece of mind, or if my corpse is being picked over by those chip thieving seagulls, or in an attractively priced coffin 6 feet under, because I will be dead, & if there is a God, I’ll no doubt be in a warmer place than I am now.

I’d like to apologise for the use of inappropriate language contained within this weblog posting, but I effin’ won’t. If you are easily offended, then don’t read this pish, that I’m thumping into here, because if there are any sure things left in this world ( Real or Virtual) then you can be sure that I will offend someone, and if that someone is you, then ha, ha, bloody, ha, you’ve made my day.

Thank you for coming to my little piece of the Blogosphere, and reading this thing that I do in this place that I do it in. This place being the World (in)famous Island Blogging. Have we learned anything by reading this? I don’t know, and being really honest about that question, I don’t fucking care. Cheery…

Tags: curser, donkey, front bum, Knob-Head, swear, Swines

Questions, questions, they are everywhere. Now they are here too.

Which is the better photograph? And why?

The above picture was taken from Kingdom Cats Weblog posting. It was taken without the owners permission. This is a nice picture, but could it have been nicer? Perhaps? With a little bit of care, time, and Artistic Talent ( which, I’m sure you will agree, is obviously lacking in the above picture)

Now this picture, well it’s a work of art. The Artist ( That’ll be me, Tws) didn’t have very much to work with, a Nice picture from KC & his Sunshine Bland, but as you will see, A Photographic Masterpiece unfolds before our very eyes. Who said “You can’t make a silk purse oot o’ a pigs ear” It was my granny, well it was my granny that said it to me anyway.. Maybe this is the exception to the rule? On with the unveiling ( Women from Ethnic Origins have NO need to worry, there will NOT be that kind of unveiling on this blog )

It is as if they are 2 different photographs, well they are in a way, one photograph, Nice, but Bland. The other… Well they say That A Picture Can Paint A Thousand Words. Need I say anymore? ( The answer yer lookin’ fur is NAW. A’right?)

Tags: Art, Bland, KC, nice

I’m pretty sure that most of us have cheated at some point in our lives, it could be cheating at cards, cheating in sport, and lots of others that I can’t think of just now. Oh wait, there is one more that I remember, cheating in love and marriage. There are different views on love cheats, a man cheating with another woman, is thought of as a Romeo, or a scallywag, however the woman is called a slut, or a whore, and many others that I could, but won’t mention.

There was once a woman who was married for a number of years, she wasn’t still madly in love with her hubby, but she cared about him, and possibly thought that *It’s better the Devil you know, than the one you don’t* This woman who I’ll call Carly-Jean, or CJ for short, got a promotion in her job, and it was the job she always wanted. CJ then had to work alongside outside contractors, and was a woman in a mostly, male world. She got to know one of these men, who we’ll call David John ( DJ) very well and they shared their problems with each other, and got to know each other intimately, although how far that went I do not know, I have heard rumours but won’t condemn someone here. The male DJ, was telling CJ how his ex-wife had been hitting him, and accusing him of having affairs with other women, which DJ told CJ were NOT true. He then got a divorce from her, and met another women, who he was living with at the time, however she is making his life a misery by asking him where he is, and what he is doing all the time, and after a period of time she also called him a Cheat, and this was causing DJ so much stress that he had to go to the Dr. and get some medication to help him cope with life. Now CJ ( the woman) hearing all this felt very sorry for DJ, because she had always thought that he was a very nice man, he went to church every Sunday, was always smartly dressed, and  doesn’t drink very much, a non-smoker, and looks after himself, by going to the gym etc.

A few weeks  passed and CJ & DJ could only find time to email, and text each other, but they did meet through their work, and DJ told CJ that his female partner had thrown him out onto the streets, and he was living in his office just now. Well CJ felt so sorry for poor DJ, and she then gave him a big hug, which then became a kiss, and eventually they had sex with each other. After a short period of time( a cooling off period?) DJ told CJ that his female partner had let him back into the house to stay, and he informed CJ that it would only be a temporally arrangement, and he is in the spare room, and not sharing a bed. ( this was found later to be untrue)

A few months passed and DJ & CJ were catching brief moments with each other, some more intimate than others. Then the sh*t hit the fan. CJ saw DJ kissing another woman intimately. She ran away and burst into tears, because the penny dropped. DJ was not the innocent party in all his fights with female partners, and what they accused him of, (having affairs with other women) was in fact true. She then went home and her husband was on the ‘phone to someone. It was the female partner of DJ telling Hubby all about DJ &CJ.

This story may, or may not be true. There could be no DJ, CJ, or other women involved, but I’m sure that, through time, we have all known a DJ, or CJ, maybe not a relative or friend, but someone we know of.

Trust

What is trust?
Who can we trust?
Can we trust our loved ones?
Can we trust each other?
Do we need to earn trust?
Can I trust you with a secret?
Can we trust our police force?
Can we trust our political masters?
Can we trust what we hear?
Can we trust our eyes?
Can we trust the camera to never lie?
Is trust very important to you?
Without trust what do we have?
Can we trust our landlords?
Can we trust our children?
Can we trust our friends?
Without trust, there can be no friendship.
Without friendship, there can be no trust.
Do you trust me?
Is trust the most important factor in a relationship?
I trust that you will forgive me this one time

Cheery…

Tags: affair, cheat, deceive, hurt, love, sex, trust

A Happy & Prosperous New Year To You ALL!!

From All Here at Thewhitesettlers’ Croft. Cheery…

Merry Christmas, Happy Yuletide To You ALL

From everyone at Thewhitesettlers Croft

I underlined the word “all” because some people may, like me, not be into all the Jesus and God stuff, in fact sometimes, and this is only a personal opinion, it spoils Xmas a bit. I like all the Santa and Sleigh-bells stuff, and the giving and receiving of presents, and all the eating and drinking stuff that goes on. I like all those bits of Xmas. There may also be people out there who are not Christians, and believe in a different God, who isn’t into all the Santa stuff, and just wants you to worship Him all the time, if that’s what floats yer boat, then fine carry on, but don’t poke yer nose into my Xmas to try and spoil it. You are quite welcome to celebrate Xmas along with everyone else ( when in Rome, and all that, ye know what I mean!) that’s fine, but don’t go about saying that all the Xmas celebrations offends you. Then get some eejit councilors to try and change Xmas, by calling it Winter Festival, and banning the Nativity. These things are part of this country, it’s a time when people actually speak to each other nicely, until Boxing Day when, well arguments start, and well it’s not called Boxing day for nothing.

Maybe you can make up a festival, or celebration of your own at this time of year. That would be grand, because nobody will complain, and if they do, you can point out that Christians hijacked the Pagan festival, and stole it, then called it Christmas.

Have A Cheery Xmas

Tags: Father Xmas, Jordan, Santa