Sunday, September 24, 2006


I have searched the internet high and low this morning for a suitable image to put on this post. To those of you I'm talking about I hope it makes you feel a little guilty, but it probably won't. To the rest of you I hope it pulls a few heart strings and maybe make you as angry as I am.

The face of Scotland's (and no doubt the rest of the country) Sex Trade business has taken a sinister turn.

I'm not against prostitution, its a service, and if you want to provide that service, as long as you are a free thinking adult thats OK, as is the taking advantage of that service, if you feel the need.

Scotland on Sunday can reveal that police are gathering shocking new evidence of children targeted by gangs overseas and brought into the UK, sold between brothels and taken to private flats and houses in Glasgow, where they are forced to work as prostitutes.

Rather than post the whole piece out of the newspaper I think the above paragraph just about says it all.

It makes a big song and dance about the trafficking in human beings, the ease with which Slovakian girls can be brought into the country illegally. You can have a 12 year old for as little as £10 it states with the maximum charge of about £30. If you want an adult Glaswegian prostitute it will cost at least £60.

So its brought down to the level of foreign goods being cheaper and therefore the demand is higher.

If a man wants to buy a jumper made abroad because it's cheaper he doesn't have a mental problem or a perversion, just a tight wallet.

The demand for child prostitutes is explained away by the fact that they are cheaper and not drug addicts like the adult Glaswegian prostitutes.

It's about supply and demand. If there wasn't a demand, it would not be supplied - it's that simple.

If you want to have sex with a child, it's nothing to do with the price.

So, isn't it about time we tackled the demand, for crying out loud?


Saturday, September 23, 2006


Something to make you smile on the week-end: Allegedly true air traffic control stories.

Tower: "Delta 351, you have traffic at 10 o'clock, 6 miles!" Delta 351: "Give us another hint! We have digital watches!"

"TWA 2341, for noise abatement turn right 45 Degrees." "Centre, we are at 35,000 feet. How much noise can we make up here?" "Sir, have you ever heard the noise a 747 makes when it hits a 727?"

From an unknown aircraft waiting in a very long takeoff queue: "I'm bored!" Ground Traffic Control: "Last aircraft transmitting, identify yourself immediately!" Unknown aircraft: "I said I was bored, not stupid!"

Control tower to a 747: "United 329 heavy, your traffic is a Fokker, one o'clock, three miles, Eastbound." United 239: "Approach, I've always wanted to say this.... I've got the little Fokker in sight."

A DC-10 had come in a little hot and thus had an exceedingly long roll out after touching down. San Jose Tower noted: "American 751, make a hard right turn at the end of the runway, if you are able. If you are not able, take the Guadalupe exit off Highway 101, make a right at the lights and return to the airport."

A military pilot called for a priority landing because his single-engine jet fighter was running "a bit peaked." Air Traffic Control told the fighter pilot that he was number two, behind a B-52 that had one engine shut down. "Ah," the fighter pilot remarked, "The dreaded seven-engine approach."

Allegedly, a Pan Am 727 flight waiting for start clearance in Munich overheard the following: Lufthansa (in German): "Ground, what is our start clearance time?" Ground (in English): "If you want an answer you must speak in English." Lufthansa (in English): "I am a German, flying a German airplane, in Germany. Why must I speak English?" Unknown voice from another plane (in a beautiful British accent): "Because you lost the bloody war."

Tower: "Eastern 702, cleared for takeoff, contact Departure on frequency 124.7" Eastern 702: "Tower, Eastern 702 switching to Departure. By the way, after we lifted off we saw some kind of dead animal on the far end of the runway." Tower: "Continental 635, cleared for takeoff behind Eastern 702, contact Departure on frequency 124.7. Did you copy that report from Eastern 702?" Continental 635: "Continental 635, cleared for takeoff, roger; and yes, we copied Eastern... we've already notified our caterers."

One day the pilot of a Cherokee 180 was told by the tower to hold short of the active runway while a DC-8 landed. The DC-8 landed, rolled out, turned arouk past the Cherokee. Some quick-witted comedian in the DC-8 crew got on the radio and said, "What a cute little plane. Did you make it all by yourself?" The Cherokee pilot, not about to let the insult go by, came back with a real zinger: "I made it out of DC-8 parts. Another landing like yours and I'll have enough parts for another one."

Allegedly the German air controllers at Frankfurt Airport are renowned as a short-tempered lot. They, it is alleged, not only expect one to know one's gate parking location, but how to get there without any assistance from them. So it was with some amusement that we (a Pan Am 747) listened to the following exchange between Frankfurt ground control and a British Airways 747, call sign Speedbird 206. Speedbird 206: "Frankfurt, Speedbird 206 clear of active runway." Ground: "Speedbird 206. Taxi to gate Alpha One-Seven." The BA 747 pulled onto the main taxiway and slowed to a stop. Ground: "Speedbird, do you not know where you are going?" Speedbird 206: "Stand by, Ground, I'm looking up our gate location now." Ground (with quite arrogant impatience): "Speedbird 206, have you not been to Frankfurt before?" Speedbird 206 (coolly): "Yes, twice in 1944, but it was dark,...... and I didn't land."

Allegedly, while taxiing at London's Gatwick Airport, the crew of a US Air flight departing for Ft. Lauderdale made a wrong turn and came nose to nose with a United 727. An irate female ground controller lashed out at the US Air crew, screaming: "US Air 2771, where the hell are you going?! I told you to turn right onto Charlie taxiway! You turned right on Delta! Stop right there. I know it's difficult for you to tell the difference between C and D, but get it right!" Continuing her rage to the embarrassed crew, she was now shouting hysterically: "God! Now you've screwed everything up! It'll take forever to sort this out! You stay right there and don't move till I tell you to! You can expect progressive taxi instructions in about half an hour and I want you to go exactly where I tell you, when I tell you, and how I tell you! You got that, US Air 2771?" US Air 2771: "Yes, ma'am," the humbled crew responded. Naturally, the ground control communications frequency fell terribly silent after the verbal bashing of US Air 2771. Nobody wanted to chance engaging the irate ground controller in her current state of mind. Tension in every cockpit out around Gatwick was definitely running high. Just then an unknown pilot broke the silence and keyed his microphone, asking: "Wasn't I married to you once?"


Saturday, September 16, 2006


Never let it be said that I would miss a chance for a good old poke at (His holiness, scoff) The Pope.

“The emperor comes to speak about the issue of jihad, holy war,” the Pope said.
“He said, I quote, ‘Show me just what Muhammad brought that was new, and there you will find things only evil and inhuman, such as his command to spread by the sword the faith he preached’.”

Well Mr. Benedict - before spouting off about another religion and the associated violence, I would have thought your own history of working for the Nazis would make you think twice before opening that "Holier than thou" gob.

Christianity has done more of it's share of violently forcing it's doctrine down people's throats in the past and currently in the present.

These are not really religious wars that are going on, they are wars between civilisations which is far more scary.


Wednesday, September 06, 2006


So, Ian Huntley has tried to commit suicide.

Apparently such is the hatred for him by fellow prisoners, they pooled all their drugs to help him out. It's nice to know that the incarcerated have a sense of teamwork for a good cause.

Also I read that this is his third attempt that has been thwarted.

We should just let low life like this get on with it and save the tax payer money.

Incidentally, Maxine Carr was last seen a year ago living just outside Thurso with two body guards and sporting a blonde wig. She apparently had been moved from Wick, after being sussed by the locals. I would like to know however, what Wazzock in the Home office decided you could hide someone in the far North of Scotland in such a close knit community. How much is that costing us?

So Ian if at first you don't succeed, try again, and give us all a break. Please try to make a better job of it though.