Diary Blog, 28 September 2021

Morning music

[Panoramic view of Moskva river and Kremlin at sunrise]
[painting by Levitan]

Tweets seen

I have blogged several times recently about my amazement at how the happy-go-lucky, high living standards, “Lucky Country” (aka “White Australia”) that I knew in 1967-69 as a child (at school in Sydney), has become a stressed, multikulti, biosecurity police state.

Fuel shortage

For technical reasons too boring to detail, I am restricted in how much fuel I can put into my old car, so do not have much of a buffer when something like this panic-buying absurdity starts.

Yesterday evening, spurred by necessity, I had to go en ratissage, seeking fuel, and with only about 10 miles or so of motoring left in the tank. The automatic-pump filling station at a Tesco supermarket about 6 miles away was shut, having run out of fuel.

I passed a small village independent petrol station— also empty and closed. I saw the nearest place to me, about a mile away, still open, but reduced to one pump and with a long line of cars waiting. I finally tried, on recommendation, a place a few miles away, on the outskirts of the nearby small town; a Co-op filling station/shop. A line of a dozen cars but still open and pumping on a number of pumps. I was able to put in £27 worth (there was a permitted-limit of £30 anyway).

15 years ago, I was travelling all over Europe at speeds of up to 130 mph, and did much motoring within the UK as well. I had to fill up with fuel almost daily. These days, I drift around the district where I live at low speeds (rarely more than 50 mph, often only 30 mph), do only a few miles per day, and that £27 worth of petrol will probably last me for 2 weeks, maybe 3 weeks.

This whole situation is madness, though. It is true that the present government of clowns cannot immediately train 10,000+ drivers, but what it could have done would have been to pass a law (if necessary) overnight, to allow only £10 per fill-up per car, and to use Army drivers to distribute extra fuel. It seems that all the Cabinet clowns can do is bleat on TV, and/or issue msm statements about how there is no crisis…

A strict cap on purchases of fuel (maybe as little as £10) would quite likely have made queues worse in the short term, but crucially would have alleviated the panic, when drivers saw all petrol stations still open and pumping.

Another suggestion: government should designate, in advance of any further or later such crisis, one petrol station in each area, that petrol station to be the “designated petrol station” for use of only specified groups: official vehicles, doctors, nurses (but not just any NHS office bod…), police etc. That way, at least the skeleton of the society keeps operational.

Apart from the above, why is it that government seems to have no contingency plan(s) to deal with this or any other crisis? cf. the English Channel migration-invasion.

Afternoon music

More tweets seen

Send Boris-idiot in the nose-cone of the first rocket…on a one-way trip.

Ha. “Citizen Smith” has a new rival, and one equally funny. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Citizen_Smith.

The next General Election in the UK will be a balancing of the sheer incompetence and cupidity of the Boris-idiot “Conservatives” as against the equally-obviously alien nature of what now constitutes the “Labour” Party. A false choice but probably the only one [allowed to be] available to the voters.

Late tweets

Late music

6 thoughts on “Diary Blog, 28 September 2021”

      1. Another reason to hate the brutal, mindless morons in uniform called policemen! Such a beautiful animal! The worse part of it is that he wasn’t a threat at all! They should have informed the RSPCA and they would have handled the situation perfectly!

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