The winter of discontent

[Mike D]

Its been a while since I last posted, but here goes.

There seems to be a political storm brewing and lets be frank about this a large chunk of it is our own making Brexit, voting in a hard right populist government. But I'm not really old enough to remember this but it appear that we are heading for another winter of discontent just like we had in the late 70's a fuel crisis, rising inflation, bins not been emptied shortage of food on the supermarket shelves, shortages in pubs and restaurants, and now shortages at the petrol pumps.
Where does this all end because it certainly bears all the hallmark's of those dark day's. I'm just waiting for Boris to pop out and utter those immortal words 'Crisis, what crisis'

 

[EL APACHE TEVEZ]

Won’t happen

 

[bluethrunthru]

I have watched this all materialise assuming that they have a trick up their sleeves but quite simply I realise they just don't care - at all. Watch this PPB for the 1979 GE by the Tories - looks familiar?

 

[Mazzarelli's Swiss Cheese]

I do remember the winter of discontent, and it was pretty decent tbh. Dad worked short weeks and had loads more time at home.

 

[Saddleworth2]

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformed, unfinish'd, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them;
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun
And descant on mine own deformity:
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determined to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
By drunken prophecies, libels and dreams,
To set my brother Clarence and the king
In deadly hate the one against the other:
And if King Edward be as true and just
As I am subtle, false and treacherous,
This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up,
About a prophecy, which says that 'G'
Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be.
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul: here
Clarence comes.

 

[Mike D]

Won’t happen

Its already and happening the question is how acute does the problem get before all of this becomes more pronounced and people really start to see the chaos. Interestingly the BBC has started to pick up these stories now and the voices in business are getting louder and louder.

 

[Mike D]

I do remember the winter of discontent, and it was pretty decent tbh. Dad worked short weeks and had loads more time at home.

I'm sure it was for you buy I bet you're dad didn't think that with less money coming into the housedold

 

[Mazzarelli's Swiss Cheese]

I'm sure it was for you buy I bet you're dad didn't think that with less money coming into the housedold

He probably didn't think that with the rubbish piling up and my grandad not buried for weeks either, but I just remember the snow being a laugh.

 

[bluethrunthru]

I remember it being a cold, dark, miserable drudge - I hadn't been working that long - standing waiting for a 163 bus in the cold - it was fucking shit.

 

[Johnny Mars Bar]

I’ve got to drive to Wales in a bit and need some petrol.

If I have to queue up for ages because a load of thick twats insist on topping up their tanks when they don’t need to I might just set the fuckers alight.

I hate this stupid island.