HAPPY NEW YEAR

This sad auld year’s noo nearly feenished,

oor unmet dreams for it a’ vanished.

But pit behin ye lyin Tories,

LibDem Swinsonite fairy stories,

forget auld Jeremy’s heaven for workers

an Nigel’s mob o racist lurkers.

For Scotia tholed their maukit blast,

clung tae her values strong an fast,

looked tae the future no the past.

It’s up tae us tae bear the gree,

tae a better future set yir ee,

wish Westminster tae dark damnation

an work tae mak oor ain wee nation.

Sae, as the sun cams up on Ne’erday,

mak a start tae dae it oor wey,

dae whit ye can, where’er ye’re frae

tae pit us on tae freedom’s way.

Sae, let us noo a’ cam thegither,

faither, mither, sister, brither,

young yins, auld yins, faur an near,

tae mak this Scotia’s best e’er year.

An tae Munguinites, where’er ye be,

may this new year be guid tae ye!

(AndiMac)

On behalf of the little one, and me, I’d like to echo Andi’s sentiments.

We want to wish those who have had health problems or relatives and friends with health problems, a much healthier year in 2020.

We’d also like to thank you all for your support throughout the year and for the brilliant comments which make such a difference to the blog. Every day is a school day here at Munguin Tower… mostly due to your contributions.

Thank you and…

Bliadhna Mhath Ùr do na h-uile.

Good New Year to all of you.

Bonne année à tous.

Bonus Novus Annus omnibus.

Добра Нова Година на всички

JUST FOR A LAUGH

With thanks to John.

I mean, what colour is that supposed to be? Is there a bigger joke?

Oh wait…

 

Or a Knighthood for this thing, for services to clearing sinuses… Nose Picker to Her Majesty:

Then and Now

 

 

SOPPY SUNDAY

I’m just mastering this climbing thing.

Armenia.

Panda Paws gonna love me.

To all the people who went fox hunting on Boxing Day.

Nice warm pillow.

But I’m not so sure about this way round!!!

Family photo.

Come on, Tris, with the cake and the seeds… Mice get hungry.

Prague. (Marcia).

Early morning mist (Vestas).

That looks about right. Bring me my towel, human.

Burundi (David).

Bratislava (Marcia).

Doug the Dog.

Moose’s stomping ground (Vestas)

A boy and his bear. (Probably best not to do this at home…)

St Kilda (Tom).

St Fillans (Marcia)

A boy and his cat. (You can try this at home).

I’m in hospital but I’m getting better. Thanks for asking.

With thanks to Marcia, Tom, Vestas and David.

ALL OUR YESTERDAYS

Thanks to Tom. (And possibly other Munguinites… I may have lost the place with the photographs over the last few days!)

COMPLIMENTS OF THE SEASON

MUNGUIN WISHES ALL HIS FRIENDS OUT THERE THE VERY BEST FOR CHRISTMAS

Special thoughts for any Munguinites who aren’t feeling too well (I know Panda Paws’ back is really sore, and Conan has some issues right now and Ed is undergoing some treatment at the moment). So to them especially (and any others not feeling well) a special thought from Munguin. (PS: Tris says Happy Christmas too!)

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This is the pic John was trying to put up.

Sound like strong stuff.  So strong Munguin thought about flying to Bulgaria to get some, but decided, instead, to stay where he was and simply send for some.

 

Random Thoughts

No, honestly, Morrisons, they are still Brussels Sprouts even though the UK is leaving the EU and when we leave the UK London Pride will still be called London Pride, because that’s its name. Do go all Freedom Fries on us.

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Mr Johnson and his girlfriend will be spending their Christmas and New Year break on the Caribbean island of Mustique, once frequented by the royal lazy tosser of all royal lazy tosser, princess (hic) Margaret.

Princess Margaret on royal duties on Mustique… erm, sort of.

“Sticking it to the elite,” one comment on Twitter read. “Our #PeoplesGovernment #PM will spend New Year with the masses in Mustique.”

I suspect that many of his new-found blue-collar Tories will be shrugging their shoulders and humbly saying that…” ‘ow as he’s a toff an’ all, gov, it’s his rightful due”.

I’m sure all those English people flooded out of their homes won’t mind one bit that he, with several homes provided at our expense, is off to luxurious sunshine.

After all, next year all the factory workers in the North-East can spend their redundancy money doing the same thing. What jolly hockey sticks!

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And here’s a thing: All those flooded workers from ‘oop North’ can take comfort and calm themselves down by reciting the Illiad, in Ancient Greek… ‘μῆνιν ἄειδε θεὰ Πηληϊάδεω Ἀχιλῆο οὐλομένην.’ It works for the prime minister, why not for them?

Boris reciting the Iliad from memory. In ancient Greek.

Your move, Labour.pic.twitter.com/hm8x0HAtoD

— Old Holborn ✘ (@Holbornlolz) December 24, 2019

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At least he’s not driving…

I’m sure that you will all be hugely relieved to know that Prince Philip will be with the Queen at Sandringham for Christmas.

Recently, many of the lower end newspapers were praising HM for staying in London to run the country (yes, the Sun actually said that) while her ailing 98-year-old husband was in Norfolk resting.

That notion was kinda bashed on the head when a few days ago Liz took off for Sandringham… on the very day that Phil was brought to hospital in London (because presumably, hospitals in Norfolk are just not up to royal standards).

So it seems that it was less a matter of her selflessly staying in London and more a case of her doing her damnedest to avoid the old goat…althjough I can’t say I blame her.

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STRUTH RUTH…

This aged well… pic.twitter.com/MaE7PkIW6d

— Sarah Mackie (@lumi_1984) December 22, 2019

True, true, Ruth.

You got out in the nick of time with some lame excuse about being too busy looking after your bairn to be doing all these surgeries and constituency work (although you do have time for making radio programmes and you wouldn’t have had time to be a PR consultant, if only you hadn’t been such bad news for the consultancy that was going to employ you).

So, no. You didn’t lose a third of your seats. or, indeed, any seats. You are but a humble constituency MSP.

But Jack the Car (you know, the one you said, only the other day, was doing such a cracking job), managed to lose a bit over half your seats…53.8% actually. So he did better at losing than Nicola, by some way.

Nicola, on the other hand, increased her seats from 35 to 46 (an increase of 31%) or 47 if you include the suspended-SNP MP who was on the ballot paper as SNP (an increase of 34%).

Nicola is now the one with 47 (or 48) out of 59 seats… and your lot are the ones with, erm… 6.

Nur zum Lachen; Just for a laugh; Juste pour rigoler

Thank goodness. With Brexit, one has had to downsize the domestics as they are all foreign and that Patel woman has sent them all home, so this child wearing a very strange shirt can take over in one’s kitchens.

BJSAlba sent this, along with the comment she’d seen:

1. Not an apron (or hair net) on any of them

2. Men in suits

3. Great-grandma is carrying a handbag!!!

4. Dunno what is in the bowl but if it is Christmas pudding or Christmas

    cake it is way too late to be making it now.

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Banner: Democracy is the enemy of the people::Boris: Do you want total (hard) Brexit?

Thanks to BJS Alba for these

Thanks to John for the above… Et à Claudine pour ces caricatures françaises.

I see you soon at the table surrounded by the family… but it’s not your family.

When you ask for a holiday, they make you feel as if you are indispensable… a bit like Messi (Argentine footballer extraordinaire) in the box; when you ask for a raise, they make it clear that anyone could do your job!

And don’t forget your optician appointment.

The police arrested me and said: “Papers”. I said “Scissors” and accelerated away. I think they must have wanted a rematch. They followed me for 45 minutes!

SOPPY SUNDAY

Morning all…

The beauty of East Greenland.

Bunny girl.

White wolf family.

A boy and his best friend.

Benin.

Oil Seed Rape.

Don’t look now. It’s Theresa May back in the Commons.

Do you mind… I’m having a wash.

Food market in China.

Nouakchott, Mauritania. 

You could say I was a bit long in the tooth…

Could someone tell my mum about prams?

I hereby bring this meeting to order. Item 1: What are we going to do about Boris?

4,800-year-old tree. 

Besties.

Wow!

nah nah nah nah nah.

St Kilda.

No, you can’t share.

Thanks to David and Tom.