- John Copeland -

Friday 17th June - Thursday 23rd June, 2016


The last chance saloon today to stop 333,000 immigrants coming into this country every year, and to prevent Mrs. Merkel longing to reign over us - yet we will probably fluff the opportunity. As Cameron and the Chancellor have said, we are too run down, our economy in tatters and massively in debt to live on our own away from the crippling legislation of the Unholy and Undemocratic Union

"I'm passionate about leaving the EU. I want my children, grandchildren and future generations to be able to live the British way of life in Britain that is run by elected British politicians who make the best decisions for the people of our country, without being over-ruled by EU politicians who have their own countries as priority. If we stay in the EU we will be dragged down by an institution that is unaccountable to us and well on its way to being broken. If we stay then I believe that our country as we know it will one day be unrecognisable, and the British way of life as we know it will have gone."

A businesswoman from Dorest quoted in the "i" for 20 June, 2016. This is by far the best review I have heard of the referendum. If we are daft enough to remain, we will have 330,00 immigrants flooding in every year destroying our Englishness; have all manner of worthless legislation from Brussells, and be under the control of Mrs. Merkel. However, our Prime Minister and Chancellor, having no faith in this country, have said that the UK economy is in such an appalling condition that we could not go it alone, not managing for more than a few months on our own. There is some truth in that warning, but thank heavens this pair were not in power in 1939-40, when they would have willingly surrendered to the Germans.


Yesterday evening a couple living in the village, having heard of my great fall, came to see me, bringing some support bandages for my badly bruised and swollen left hand and right leg, stopping to have a drink. I greatly appreciated this gesture, indicating what a splendid village I live in. Although the village is now rapidly changing, bringing in some riffraff, including some very unpleasant people whom I strongly dislike, there are still a number of decent professional people with degrees (not in psychology) and professional qualifications who maintain the former decent status of the parish.

I had an e-mail from a correspondent in Dallas reprimanding me for my Humpty Dumpty drinking fall: "John, You really need to crawl out of that wine bottle you spend so much time in. I can sort of understand why people with no money or family or anyplace to be will sedate themselves with booze or drugs, but I can't imagine why you get falling-down plotzed. Social exchanges don't require it, at least in my part of town."

His judgemental accusations are fully justified. Mrs. Copeland having gone off on a coach day-trip to Liverpool, I was left on my own, Subsequently, the neighbours assembled outside for wine during the afternoon, and I joined them, reminding me again that I live in a splendid community (except for that ghastly wooden eco house we call "The Shed). Unfortunately, the session went on for far too long, well into the evening, with the consequence I fell over on the way home, now suffering for my misdemeanours by having extensive bruising on my left hand and right leg. So, as I say, the reprimand was duly justified.

However, the correspondent went on to say: "I'm a bit weary of your constant negativity toward Hillary Clinton, based largely on your dislike of Margaret Thatcher and the apparent idea that Mrs Clinton, being female, must perform like she did. It's absurd to attribute Mrs Thatcher's qualities to any other woman, especially one about whom you know so little. Hillary Clinton is far and away the most qualified candidate the U.S. has found in many years, even without comparing her qualifications with the abject lack of preparedness exhibited by the narcissistic and juvenile windbag she will run against (unless the Republicans can find a way around their own selection rules)."

I suppose it is wrong for an Englishman to comment on American politics, not being fully in the know about the many complex considerations. Nevertheless, all history suggests that Mrs. Clinton has not a clue about foreign affairs, as was seen in her disastrous handling of the Libyan issue, having backed the wrong horse. There is also the well-known consideration that she is untrustworthy, now being under investigation by the FBI for destroying state papers.. I therefore continue to hope that she will not be elected, difficult and possibly dangerous though it may be to have Mr. Trump as President.


Attack on Pearl Harbor on the 7th December, 1941. This and the following photographs are said to have been discovered recently in a box Brownie camera whose film had remained undeveloped. Whether ot not this is true, they are fine photographs.

At 10.20 a.m. Mrs. Copeland and I set off to visit her relations in Barrow-on-Humber. Mrs. C. had to drive as I am still in a lot of pain, making a lot of fuss according to my spouse who has a public school education with the mantra - "Lost a leg? Got another one haven't you - stop moaning!." The husband is a retired vicar who describes his theological beliefs as "theism", rejecting all that hell fire and damnation nonsense, and not believing that there is a life hereafter or the Nativity scene. I think I agree with that religious interpretation.

A more gentle, kindly man, you could not wish to meet. I was interested to hear him saying that the Church of England is now becoming dominated by women. Even so, I have left instructions in my will that I do want a woman officiating at my funeral, but I begin to wonder whether any men will be left to undertake the service in a few years from now. No doubt Mrs. C. will have to rent-a-crowd for the congregation.

During the visit we went to a splendid pub called "Hope & Anchor" overlooking the River Humber, where I had the best fish with fish & chips that I have ever had, The fish comes in daily from Grimsby, but it derives from Iceland, there being few trawlers now operating from Grimsby, as you would expect in our relentless industrial decline. A most pleasant time. On the way home Mrs. Copeland was stuck for mile after mile behind a car pulling a caravan. Why is it that there is not an additional road tax of 100 on those caravans, gypsies exempted? Come to that, how can anybody enjoy an existence in such cramped and unpleasant tin can, especially when they have a good house and garden?

We were told by our guests that friends had gone across the English Channel for a holiday in their large car. On the way home they felt the vehicle wobbling somewhat, thinking it was the wind, and therefore taking no notice. But arriving home, they opened a covered bicycle rack at the back of the vehicle to see that there was an immigrant hiding there. Apparently, they were subsequently issued with a fine of 240 for bringing an immigrant illegally into the country. It was not known whether the fine was ever paid. What was so amazing was that they had gone through Security with their car. So much for those services that are designed to protect us. probably explaining why immigrants can come in with impunity.

Back home I sat in the conservatory with my leg up, the leg still badly swollen, making me feel as if I was trudging along with a wooden tree-trunk. I just hope the swelling goes down before we go to Mijas. What bad timing to have had that fall!

In "The Times" I read that that horrible man Benjamin Natanyahu and his wife had spent "more than half a million dollars during a five-day trip to New York last year according to documents that the Israeli prime minister tried for months to keep secret." What a terrible man, no doubt explaining why his country is such a brutal occupying power that treats the Palestinians with the utmost cruelty while the Western World looks pathetically on, doing nothing to help the distressed Palestinians.

I was also appalled to read that the sad and terrible death of the Member of Parliament, Mrs. Jo Cox, was linked by some Labour loonies to the Leave campaign, whereas she was murdered by a man with mental illness, recently released from psychotic care. I find it difficult to believe that people can stoop so low in this dreadful referendum campaign.

In the post today we had a charity appeal supporting military veterans, saying that " 128 helps a veteran to receive a one-hour session with a psychologist." While it is no doubt a very worthwhile and worthy organisation, I cannot believe that it wastes money on psychologists, surely the biggest charlatans of all time, their therapy totally worthless. I would accordingly like to see psychology banned, certainly from the National Health Service, for it is little better than advanced witchcraft, invariably spouting the obvious.

I suppose the trouble is that, as yet, we have no understanding whatsoever of the workings of the mind, which is why charlatans such as psychologists and psychiatrists fill the void with their nonsense, every noun having "situation" after it. Not surprisingly, Sigmund Freud is nowadays regarded as having been completely round the bend, having believed that all dreams had a sexual foundation. Chance would be a fine thing!

During my days of employment as an Education Officer I worked with a psychologist and a psychiatrist, and they were both totally useless in dealing with disruptive children; indeed, I regarded them both as being quite mad. Their only advantage was that we could keep troublesome children out of school while they were waiting to be assessed, sometimes for a long time. I suppose, though, I regret not having studied for a psychology degree during my retirement. An hour a day after breakfast would have brought me in a flying colour situation, honours all round: John Copeland, B.Sc. Psycho.

The evening was spent reading some more of "Britain's War", which I am greatly enjoying, even if the literary style is a little heavy at times. Still in a lot of pain, I had an early night, being in bed well before midnight, which would have brought about Dr. Johnson's condemnation as he regarded any man who went to bed before midnight as a scoundrel.


It made me laugh to read that the IMF has warned that the UK's economy could fall by 5%, going into recession, if we leave the European circus. Apparently, this hopeless organisation has not realised that it has earlier given warnings that the UK economy is well on the way down, lowering its growth forecasts every third Tuesday. Manufacturing industries are now firmly in recession, and even the services sector is declining, along with construction as the country becomes more and more indebted, living well beyond its means.

It also amused me to hear that a German fellow who has come to live in our village was recently assigned a job in a factory, completing the task within an hour, whereupon the English workers angrily said that the job should have taken all day, as it would have done with them. And we wonder why Germany is now the undisputed master of Europe.

In my diary last week I suggested that the referendum expressed the diminished state of this country within the world. A correspondent suggested that "One thing is certain. If we leave the EU they'll all take even less notice of our shrunken status, with the Scots wanting to leave a UK that is becoming isolationist and thoroughly nasty at times." He added: "Incidentally, I'm enjoying my stay in Slovakia where prices are low, the people are polite, the streets clean and free from litter and the parks quite beautiful. Maybe Britain has an inferiority complex regarding the rest of Europe and just wants to be left to go on its twittering, twilit decline undisturbed."

There was a rather different view of the referendum from a contributor to my Facebook who made the comment: "The best poll of all (the bookmakers) still have the remain as favourites. I believe people are frightened of the unknown so I think we will remain. Despite all the 'what ifs' nobody knows what will happen either way." Even so, my reckoning is that it will be 60: 40 in favour remaining in among the votes cast, possibly seeing a very low turnout. As I mentioned last week, I have a wager for a good bottle of white wine with a neighbour that Remain will win, so it will be the first political bet I have ever won. Trebles all round. In the past I have won every wager on economics, but never a political one.

Very reluctantly, while beginning to accept that there will be a massive vote to remain under Mrs. Merkel's domination, I suppose that I have to agree with the Remain campaigners when they say that we cannot leave the EU because we are a hopeless brokendown, rundown country, our economy in tatters; our manufacturing industries in recession; that we live well beyond our means and are consequently in serious debt, nationally and individually; that we need the immigrants because the natives are so lazy; and that our pathetic and severely truncated armed forces are unable to defend us, let alone attack anybody.

Accordingly, we are told that as we could not manage on our own for more than a few months, we need to be propped up by Europe, getting all the help we can from Mrs. Merkel. As the German fellow in our village would say: "You English are just too lazy".

Just to add to my sorrows there was an item in today's "Times" saying that that woman Clinton now leads Mr. Trump in the latest opinion poll by 44 % to 38%, so that election is virtually over bar the shouting and the screaming. As mentioned earlier, it makes me so sad to think that America, once such a great country, will be dragged relentlessly down by that dreadful woman.


Attack on Pearl Harbor

We have had 11 scam telephone calls this week, all of which I rejected. On occasions, when I have an odd moment, I like to answer the calls and give totally wrong information - the sort of behaviour with opinion polls, leading them up the garden path. But this week I could not be bothered, so when the call comes in and I see "International" on the caller display unit, I merely pick up the received and immediately put it down again. If everybody did this we would soon eradicate these nuisance calls, all of which are dishonest.

The rest of the day was spent at home. Despite my ongoing injuries, I managed to cut the grass during afternoon, albeit in various sessions with rests in between - just like a British lazy worker. I then strimmed some of the cow-parsley, sadly now over. It took me a long time, but I suppose it is evidence that my bruising is now beginning to subside, which is a great relief.

In the evening I read some more of "Britain at War", which is a fascinating account. How on earth we ever managed to win the Second World War is a miracle, having started a conflict that we could never win, but then once again the Americans saved our bacon. It is said, of course, that the Russians really won the war, having suffered enormous casualties, far more than the British and Americans put together.

The author records how that dreadful man Halifax continued to seek peace even after Chamberlain had been thrown out, trying repeatedly to force Churchill's hand in seeking mediation via the Italians with Hitler. Fortunately, Churchill managed to persuade his fellow ministers that such an approach would not only be utterly humiliating, but also most unlikely to succeed.

There are a few occasions when the author unfortunately resorts to an armchair revisionist historian with all the splendid benefits of hindsight. This is particularly true when he argues that Churchill did not need to order the destruction of the French fleet as the French would have not allowed their ships to fall into German hands. This is a nonsense, for it was quite obvious to Churchill at the time that the perfidious and completely unreliable French, especially under Petain, could never be trusted, and that they would have willingly surrendered the fleet to the Germans as a face-saver.

There is also the impression that the author is not in favour of Churchill, condemning his swash-buckling ways. In one chapter he makes the comment: "A Prime Minister whose pugnaciousness outweighed his skill as a military commander." The fact is that England at that time needed a dominant man of action - "Action this day" - in place of the feeble likes of Chamberlain, Halifax and R.A.Butler who were dreamers, never getting round to doing anything, all the while wanting a way out of the war, even believing that negotiations with Hitler were possible. The treacherous Butler even tried to seek a peace with Hitler via a Swiss emissary.

Whether politicians should control the armed forces in battle, or whether generals should be allowed to make their own decisions, is an interesting topic. Lloyd George wanted to sack the dreadful Haigh during the First World War, but did not dare do so. Maybe the answer is that the politicians should have controlled the Army during the First World War, but left it to the generals during the Second. On the other hand, there has to be a war leader who will get rid of useless soldiers.

Mrs. Copeland went to the monthly quiz at our local Club this evening, finding that there were only two groups of four taking part, which was obviously a big disappointment. I suppose quite a lot of members could be away on holiday, explaining the poor attendance.

I went to bed feeling very disheartened about the referendum and the Presidential troubles in America, believing that Chicken Licken was probably right after all in believing that the sky was about to fall. As it says in the Bible: "Your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions." Somehow I think I prefer to dream of better times than see the vision of the endless decline and fall of a country I once felt so proud of, now an insignificant offshore island in deep debt and about to crawl back to the EU under Mrs. Merkel's wing.


By e-mail I asked one of my friends, a retired banker whose intelligent views I greatly value (and what a delight it is to have intelligent friends - people to speak to and discuss with, instead of those folk who talk about restaurant visits), about his views on the referendum, seeking his prediction on the likely result. He responded:-

"My guess closer to 55 - 45 but the bookies are usually correct and also the status quo almost invariably wins in referenda. Personally, I have yet to meet an openly pro-remainer but I guess that just shows the company I keep! In my view voting to remain is like voting for comprehensive schools when there is clearly a better alternative but in this country we appear to like mediocrity or worse and totally lack ambition.

"Maybe it is a reaction to our dubious history. All very sad. Our politicians, so called, have dropped to an all time low in my opinion. My guess is that it will be a low turnout (unlike the Scottish referendum) with probably less than 30% voting for the winning side, hardly a ringing endorsement. The Conservative Party will rapidly implode unless they quickly get rid of Cameron. Anything is possible at a future General Election. What a total unadulterated disaster whatever the result next Thursday. Thank you Mr Cameron!"

This is by far the best summation of the issues I have heard, obviously representing the definitive view, nothing more thereby needing to be said by way of clarification of the issues. Although I will vote for Leave on Thursday when I go to the polling booth at our local Club on Thursday (at least the Club receives about 250 for the hiring), I know that we will remain in the circus, our last chance saloon "situation" having been lost and discarded as we were just not up to going it alone.

Meanwhile, there has, according to the latest opinion polls, been a significant swing to Remain in the referendum following the murder of the Member of Parliament, the issue having become emotional rather than rational - and this can always happen in a so-called democracy when the riffraff are allowed to vote.

It saddens me immensely, just at a time when we had a chance to escape being smothered by Europe and dominated by Germany, but as I keep saying, we were just not good enough, far too lazy and laid-back, living well beyond our means and massively in debt, to survive on our own. At least as I have only a few years to live I will not be affected by the resulting chaos as the EU falls apart within the next ten years, but I feel so sorry for the younger members of my family. At least I will have voted Leave, wanting to get us out of the muddle.

Pearl Harbor

Pearl Harbor attack

I am continuing to make reasonable progress with the healing of my wounds, so no further bulletins will be issued. After a fairly relaxed morning, during which I set up the web editor for this week's diary, selecting the splendid photographs of the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor on the 7th December 1941, Mrs. C., and I went at 4 o'clock to the local Club, where we were joined by daughters Kate and Caroline and their husbands, our daughters bearing gifts for Father's Day.

We began by sitting in the Club garden, but eventually it became too cold and we had to go inside. At closing time at 5 o'clock we adjourned to our house, being joined by granddaughter Chloe from work, sitting in the conservatory while the rain beat down on the roof.

When I was in the Club one of the young members, speaking to me about the referendum, told me that there was not the slightest doubt that the Leave contingent would have a magnificent victory. How I wish that he was right, but he is sadly mistaken, a triumph of hope over sentimentality.

What a terrible summer it has been so far. Tomorrow is Midsummer's Day, and the longest day. How quickly the months go by. All too soon we will be receiving the charity Christmas catalogues, reminding us that thoughts of Christmas are never very far away in this rundown country. As Wordsworth says in his poem "To a Butterfly": We'll talk of sunshine and of song, And summer days, when we were young; Sweet childish days, that were as long As twenty days are now".

I decided today to give up the Facebook that granddaughter Chloe set up for me about two years' ago. I have never really enjoyed it, finding that a Facebook was not a vehicle for serious discussion. I therefore much prefer to concentrate on my diary, in which I can have interesting and intelligent e-mail discussions with contributors on economics, politics and American foreign policy. I think I will henceforth just advertise my weekly diary o the Facebook.

Maybe it has to be admitted that Facebooks are for youngsters under the age of 40 to communicate with one another about social events, not for grumpy geriatrics such as myself. Nevertheless, it seems that Facebooks can cause more trouble than they are worth, often causing a lot of spiteful comments.


Unbelievably, it was raining yet again when we woke up this morning. It is almost as if we are having monsoon conditions during this month, having day after day of rain, hardly ever seeing the sun. I have kept a daily record of the weather in my personal diary since 1970, and there have only been three other Junes as bad and endlessly wet as this one.

It is the summer solstice today, commemorated as midsummer - not that we have had any summer as yet. Perhaps the second half will be better, rather like when our footballing boys wake up in the second half and start scoring goals. There was a match on this afternoon, but I only watched glimpses of it, finding 90 minutes of the game far too long for my interest and concentration of the game. At least it is better than that barbaric and brutal no-skill game of thugby. With all the endless rules and regulations about Health & Safety, it amazes me that this game that causes so many long-term serious injuries has not been banned, especially in schools.

With the Remain group now showing a 4 point lead in one of the major opinion polls (for what they are worth) over the weekend, the FTSE opened up at 124 points, the market obviously convinced that we will remain under the domination of Mrs. Merkel. Not surprisingly, the Remain campaign has been helped enormously over the weekend when that silly man Farage put up posters showing immigrants queuing to come into this country - a stupid advertisement that understandably upset a lot of people. Farage must be worth 100,000 votes or more to the Remain campaign. I blame our Boris for not silencing him.

Meanwhile, the Chancellor has issued another warning today, saying that the UK is in such an appalling economic mess that we must remain propped up by the EU, and it has to be admitted that there is a lot of truth in that statement. Whatever the vote, this country is going into recession next year, but it may not be quite so bad if Mrs. Merkel is kind enough to continue looking after us. Car firms in this country - all foreign owned, of course, have written to their employees saying that we must remain in the EU for the cheap immigrant labour, and that is also understandable.

It is all now cut and dried, as they say, the country remaining in the chaos of the Unholy and Undemocratic Union. As I repeatedly say, it makes me feel so sad, believing that the world has gone topsy-turvy, especially when I read the horrifying prediction that that dreadful woman Clinton is firmly ahead of Mr. Trump for the American Presidency. Still, what does it matter? I have only a few more years to live, and I will not see the downfall of America and my country, so why worry?

During the day I looked up the appeal decision of the Inspector who incredibly allowed the ugly and inappropriate wooden house in our community - a ghastly eco edifice (not even a living fire!) in our community that we call "The Shed". In paragraph 13 it is incredibly stated: "Overall, I am satisfied that the proposed dwelling represents an appropriate design solution that would respect local character and distinctiveness, and preserve the character and appearance of the Conservation Area and the setting of nearby listed buildings."

I find this comment utterly amazing, almost as if to suggest that the Inspector has either no appreciation of an historic area, or did actually not come into our area. Either way, it seems so wrong that one man can destroy the democratic process in which all the house-owners, the Parish Council and the Planning Committee of the District Council opposed the ugly and unsuitable edifice, the Planning Committee unanimously rejecting it. Sometimes I think the world as I have know and respected it has long departed.


Pearl Harbor attack

Yesterday and today sees the annual Lincolnshire Agricultural Show. In former years, a massive amount of traffic passed through the village, but today and yesterday the road was quite clear, hardly any vehicles The organisers say that every year brings a record attendance, but then they would day that, wouldn't they?

We have had 7 scam telephone calls this week. Most of them come up with "International" on the caller display, so it is an easy matter to pick up the receiver, shout out "Bugger off", and put it down again. On other occasions, though, the scammers put in a false number, such as 0171772811, which we had this morning. It makes me wonder whether anybody is ever caught by these scams. Presumably the answer is that the gullible are caught - indeed, I heard of one woman who had lost a lot of money from a building society account, yet surely we should all know that you never accept any offer or give any personal information over the telephone.

This evening, after voting to Leave in the referendum, principally to support the young members of my family from the horrors of the EU, I will be having a drink at the local Club with Mrs. Copeland. Mrs. C. voted for Remain, so we might have been paired, saving us the bother of having to vote. It seems that the Remain victory will have been made possible mainly by women, for every one of the women I have spoken to about the referendum have said that they will most certainly vote for remain. It seems that our womenfolk have unfortunately been swayed by the frighteners put out by the 3 Cs - Cameron, Chancellor and Carney who have said that we will have a war if we leave; that our houses and pensions will plummet in value; and that we will no longer be able to defend ourselves. Have you ever heard so such twaddle and cobblers?


With great reluctance, I have now come to accept that there will be an overwhelming vote to remain in the EU on Thursday. This result will nevertheless be surprising, for nearly everybody I speak to about the issue is firmly in favour of leaving. I suppose the Leave campaign is motivated by age and intelligence, whereas the remain is largely an issue of sentimentality, driven strongly by the death of the Labour Member of Parliament who, like her fading-away political party, believed we should remain in the Unholy and Undemocratic Union.

At least it was encouraging to have the Government at last admitting that it cannot control immigration if we remain in the EU as there has to be the free movement of population. Which means that if we remain in the Union we will have 330,000 immigrants coming into this country every year, the size of Oxford, swamping our public service facilities. As I mentioned earlier, Waitrose will probably become Waitrinski and Tesco Tescolinni. Farewell England. It was good to know you, especially when you were Great, but not any more according to Mr. Cameron and that horrible Chancellor and the muddled Governor of the Bank of England. We could have had 23rd June as Independence Day, but it was not to be.

I suppose the best commentary on working life in England is that splendid film "I'm All Right Jack", in which a group of English workers in a factory are playing cards behind some crates during working hours. However, their playing is interrupted by the Shop Steward, who complains: "Give it up, lads. Don't you realise we are on strike?" I must watch the film again, for it so accurately describes working life in this country, explaining why we have lost all our manufacturing industries and are now so indebted, more so than any of the G7 countries, and getting ever into more debt as the inept Chancellor makes a hash of balancing the Budget - something he hopes to achieve sometime in 2025.

As the immigrants flood in unchecked and uncontrolled, thousands coming through the Channel Tunnel, I suppose scores of them will end up in our village, no doubt necessitating the felling of all the trees in the oak avenue that I like so much. I hope we have Poles, for they make good plumbers and some of them will be able to take on gardening jobs. Next door there will probably be Rumanians, for they have now started coming over here in their thousands. I just hope they are not too noisy.

I also hope that Mrs. Merkel will forgive those of us who wanted to escape from her dominating control. I suppose we will have to be profusely apologetic, saying that we will never ever again question her wise and all-embracing judgement.

In today's "i" there was a ridiculous letter from a silly Billy who said that, as a result of the murder of the Member of Parliament who was in favour of remaining in the circus, he had changed his mind from voting Leave to Remain. I can well appreciate the immense sympathy that this terrible shooting has aroused, but there is no reason to link it in any way with referendum issues. This is just sentimentality, devoid of any reason, and it is offensive drivel, sadly written by a man..

At least it has made me laugh that that stupid man Farage was boasting on the 4th June (quoted in the "i" ) "Victory in Europe". As my old grandfather would have said, the silly Billy talks out of his ar*e. As it is, I have now accepted that we will stay, but I still feel so concerned that the Americans will appoint that dreadful woman as President, the only hope being that the FBI investigation into her e-mail affairs will send her to prison rather than the White House. I have tremendous faith in the Americans, and I just cannot believe that they will make the error we made in a woman -Thatcher the Terrible, from whose dreadful administrations we have not yet fully recovered, and probably never will.

What is so surprising is that whereas the bookies from the start said there would be a substantial Remain vote, the opinion polls were all over the place. once again showing that they are totally worthless as soothsayers, as they were last year when predicting a Labour win in the general election.


Pearl Harbor attack

I went to have my hair cut at 10 o'clock. The usual lass who does the cutting was on holiday, so I had to have another young female who did an excellent job, though Mrs. C. said I should have had some more off so that I do not look like Boris Johnson. (And thanks to Boris for his work on the referendum. He really did try to save us, all to no avail). Today's hairdresser was somewhat brighter than the usual run of barbers, discussing with me the pros and cons of the referendum, saying that her main concern was the number of immigrants coming into the country, "I went to London recently, and I thought I was in another country!"

Some more cow-parsley strimming on my return, and I also cut back a hedge, so it was quite a busy morning. After lunch son-in-law Phil came to trim the branches of a tree in the garden, ruthlessly cutting it back on Mrs. C's instructions, which quite upset me. I do not like interfering with Nature, letting things grow, but Mrs. C. says that we have to intervene to prevent everything from becoming overgrown. I suppose the Garden of Eden had to be trimmed, though there is no evidence of this in the Bible.

It is my belief that Mrs,. C. has killed the tree, rather like there is absolutely no growth on the yew hedge that was severely cut back during the recent saga, not so much as a green shoot being evident, indicating that the so-called gardening experts were, like Mr. Farage, talking out of their ar*e.

During the day a courier called to ask directions to a house in the village whose address only had a name. It really is time that Royal Mail insisted that all households should have a named number address, which would be easy to insist upon. Couriers spent a great deal of time when in a village there is only a name to the property, and the Royal Mail should say - "No number, no delivery".

On the other hand, I suppose the ordinary daily mail is not all that important. Nowadays, when nearly all of our correspondence is by e-mail, having little use for the mail, most of the mail we receive is mail-order catalogues and charity appeals, most of which go straight into the recycling bin.

During the day we had four scam telephone calls, all asking me "Is that Mr. Salmond?" - the false name I gave on a registration card for an electrical appliance, providing sure proof that these cards, asking for all manner of personal details, are sold on to these nasty scammers. The moral is that you should never give any details to these scammers unless, as in my instance, completely false information is given. When I am asked "Is that Mr. Salmond" and say "No", the call is immediately ended.

The evening was spent reading some more of "Britain's War", which I continue to enjoy. There is no doubt that reading and drinking wine are the most pleasurable elements in my life, along with assemblies of our family. The idiot's lantern is only ever switched on for watching major football matches (I am not interested in the kick-about league football), remaining firmly off every evening. As the old saying has it: "One book is worth twenty television programmes.", and it is true, nearly all today's programmes being potted items dumbed down for the lower orders.

In the book the author says that "until 1944 the majority of soldiers remained in the UK. Most of the fighting in the Middle East was done by troops from the Dominions and India". The sadness is that our Army was no match for the Germans when there were equal numbers. It is only when the overcautious Montgomery had overwhelming forces that he managed to defeat Rommel who had been starved of supplies.

I gather that there was a debate on the lantern in which Boris Johnson was supporting the Leave campaign, while the Muslim Mayor of London was promoting the Remain group. It is reckoned by some lugubrious people that within 50 years we could have a Muslim Prime Minister, all Englishness in the country having departed. I suppose our local church will become a mosque, the muezzin calling the faithful to prayer, and that many of the village women will be wearing burkas as they go to the communal water pump. Mercifully I will not be here.


A quiet day at home, apart from going in to town to purchase an "i". Amazingly, the "Daily Mirror" today devotes its front page to advising "Remain In", and this is what will decide the issue, all the endless debate having persuaded nobody; indeed, people have probably been even more muddled by a vary nasty debate, especially with all the silly frighteners on the Remain side.

Industry" have written to "The Times" recommending Remaining In. However, their motivation is not too difficult to discern: they want the cheap immigrant to keep flooding in, knowing that the newcomers work hard for a pittance, are better educated and more disciplined. So one way and another, the Remain campaign has regretfully won, and the Establishment has won another battle. How easy it has been to fool the people.


Pearl Harbor attack

It seems that that old fellow Corbyn, not seeming to know which day of the week it is, has become very muddled with the referendum issues. On the one hand he has been vigorously supporting the Remain campaign, along with the rest of the party who want to continue having the extensive workers' rights, while on the other he said earlier this week that " there can be no limit on the number of people coming into the UK while there is free movement of labour in the EU". In other words, they can come in here unchecked and uncontrolled, throttling our public services that are already under immense pressure. We have lost control of our borders, along with our sovereignty.
On the eve of voting in the referendum, the majority of opinion polls have Remain on 45% and Leave 44%, with 11% undecided. So it is up to those 11% to save us from the ignominy of remaining in a corrupt, undemocratic and falling apart Union.

Among today's scams was an e-mail asking me to update my Play Pal account, asking for existing details so they could be upgraded. I don't have a Pay Pal account, so that communication went straight into the trash can. I fear, though that many people could be caught by giving the relevant details. Moral: Never answer such communication, in the same way that a bank or a building society would send a letter, never an e-mail. I even had a scam purporting to come from Inland Revenue, saying that I had a refund due.

I fully agreed with a letter in today's "i" complaining about the poor quality of Chinese manufactured products under the heading of "The curse of China": "Over the past year, my husband and I have bought five household items of Chinese origin, ranging from a leaf blower to a tin opener and each one either broke shortly after purchase or simply did not work. Have I just been unlucky or had anyone else had similar experiences? I am now feeling very nervous about our nuclear power stations".

I have certainly had numerous similar experiences, most of the Chinese products I have bough having been awful, prompting me to exclaim in despair: "Bloody Chinese!" There ought to be a new saying: "Buy Chinese, buy twice." If only we could put a 20% import tax on such products, using the money to build up our own industries - how much better that would be.

I also read in today's "i" that the Government borrowing last month was far higher than anticipated, obviously meaning that there is no chance whatsoever of the Chancellor balancing the Budget by 2020. However he will be about to blame the uncertainty of the referendum for his collapsed policies. How opaque these people are with their inadequacy.

Apart from cleaning the scooter and the Scorpio, it was not a very energetic day. In the evening I finished the 750-page "Britain's War". A second volume, covering the years 1941-45 is to be published next year. In one of the chapters the author makes the comment on recruitment into the Army: "In choosing men for training as officers, the army Establishment opted disproportionately for upper and upper middle class young men from the right public schools on the consideration that they had the natural leadership skills that working-class soldiers would follow."

Presumably this explains why the British Army was always so hopeless, no match for the Germans or the Japanese. The public schools educate young men in a rarefied and cocooned environment in which they never come into contact with the lower orders, and are therefore hopeless and out of their depth in dealing with the ranks. To give thick young men the belief that they are superior is a disastrous mistake, as has been shown in the hidebound army, full of snobbishness and rigid class divisions that makes co-operation and harmonious relationships quite impossible. No doubt with an almighty chip on my solder being a mere grammar schoolboy, I continue to believe that the pubic schools have dome immense harm to the economic, social and military foundations of our society.

On the other hand, where there is good breeding, intelligence and an excellent education it is a formidable mixture.

I have now made a start on "Jutland 1916 - Twelve hours to win the war" by Angus Konstam, published this year by Aurum Press, On the back of the cover there is the quotation from Vice-Admiral Sir David Beatty during the battle: "There seems to be something wrong with our bloody ships today."


I duly voted for Leave today, even though I knew it was a hopeless cause. Assured that there would be a Remain vote, the FTSE shot up again. When all the issues are considered, I suppose I have to admit that Cameron and that incompetent Chancellor are right when, running down this country, they say that we are so broken down, our economy in tatters and massively in debt, most of its manufacturing industries gone, that we could only manage for a few weeks out of the EU.

The 23rd June could have been Independence Day, but we are about to fluff it, remaining swamped with 330,000 immigrants every year, possibly many Muslims included, and under the dominating wing of Mrs. Merkel. We just aren't good enough, too lazy, too laid-bac to be on our own, away from all the tyranny of that dreadful Union. A great shame. Farewell Great Britain.

In the meantime I was thinking about the reasons for the respective sides in the referendum debate - as the French say: "Chercher le motif." With the Remain group this is not too difficult to find. The Prime Minister, the Rt. Nasty Chancellor and the muddled Governor of the Bank of England, all want to stay in because a Leave vote would mean they would be kicked out of office, and they obviously don't want that.

In the case of Sir Richard |Branson having put in a full page letter in the daily press saying that we should remain in, he obviously does not want to upset the Government because of the transport contracts; indeed, Cameron probably asked him to write and publish the letter. And, as stated earlier, big business wants the cheap immigrant labour to continue flooding in. All that is fairly easy to ascertain and understandable, losing a job and contracts concentrates the mind like hanging.

But what of Boris Johnson and Michael Gove: what interests do they support? Presumably it could be argued that Boris wants a massive leave vote which would unseat the Prime Minister ,thereby taking his job and probably making a far better job of things. But what of Mr. Gove. Could it be argued that, not having the vested interests of any group, he genuinely wants to see a better country? A highly intelligent man, far outstripping the opposition.

The referendum has brought about a great muddle of political affiliations, the Labour Party supporting the Tory Establishment in wanting to remain in the circus, principally because of the massive array of workers' rights, which the party obviously does not want to lose. The Cameroons for their part want to remain because of the 333,000 immigrant cheap labour every year aforementioned, though they would prefer to Leave to eradicate those workers' rights. As for the Lib-Dims, nothing has been heard of them, so I suppose they have gone home, having disbanded as a party.

There is no doubt that I will be broken-hearted if, as now seem likely, the irresponsible Remain group wins. Today was a real chance, possibly the last chance saloon, when we could get rid of the Old Guard that continues to rule this country with such disaster, but we will have fluffed what would have been a wonderful opportunity make for a better country by going it on our own. It would, admittedly, have been a very difficult transition, meaning that our lazy unproductive workers would have to work much harder, while industrialists would need to invest their money instead of giving themselves massive bonuses for incompetence.

Thoughts are now turning to our holiday in Spain during the first week in July. I will most certainly leave my mobile telephone at home, and hope the rest of the family will follow suite, for those appliances destroy all conversation. Holidays are an opportunity to get away from them, and the chance should always be seized.


Our local Club, which served as a polling station for the referendum today. I believe the Club receives a letting fee of about 250 from the District Council, so that is one benefit of the referendum. I will be voting Leave during the evening, after which we will have a drink, when I will drown my sorrows at the thought of a dreadful remain vote, which seems likely, despite the country being so evenly divided, the older people having the good sense to vote to leave to escape from a crumbling institution dominated by Germany and falling apart with massive immigration.

Yesterday and today sees the annual Lincolnshire Agricultural Show. In former years, a massive amount of traffic passed through the village, but today and yesterday the road was quite clear, hardly any vehicles The organisers say that every year brings a record attendance, but then they would day that, wouldn't they?

We have had 7 scam telephone calls this week. Most of them come up with "International" on the caller display, so it is an easy matter to pick up the receiver, shout out "Bugger off", and put it down again. On other occasions, though, the scammers put in a false number, such as 0171772811, which we had this morning. It makes me wonder whether anybody is ever caught by these scams. Presumably the answer is that the gullible are caught - indeed, I heard of one woman who had lost a lot of money from a building society account, yet surely we should all know that you never accept any offer or give any personal information over the telephone.

This evening, after voting to Leave in the referendum, principally to support the young members of my family from the horrors of the EU, I will be having a drink at the local Club with Mrs. Copeland. Mrs. C. voted for Remain, so we might have been paired, saving us the bother of having to vote. It seems that the Remain victory will have been made possible mainly by women, for every one of the women I have spoken to about the referendum have said that they will most certainly vote for remain. It seems that our womenfolk have unfortunately been swayed by the frighteners put out by the 3 Cs - Cameron, Chancellor and Carney who have said that we will have a war if we move; that our houses and pensions will plummet in value; and that we will no longer be able to defend ourselves. Have you ever heard so such twaddle and cobblers?

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Lincoln 23rd June, 2016
No. 956

Diary of an Octogenarian<BR>

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