The Grit and Gravy Party.

At the moment, I’m off work with health problems and I’m pretty bored. When I get bored, I have been known to do silly things!!!

So, I’m thinking of winning the next general election in England. The party name is the title of this post.

Uhhhh hummm (Clears Throat)

Don’t forget, it’s all tongue in cheek (Not serious)

The Grit and Gravy Party. We Do Shit When We Promise Shit.

My fellow Brits,

We did it. You’ve put your trust in me—and against all odds, common sense, and BBC panel predictions—we have won.

Tonight, the political elite are quivering in their quinoa. Because this victory was not handed down from think tanks or Twitter threads—it was earned in working men’s clubs, garden centres, Greggs queues, bingo halls and back street brothel’s of Britain.

Now let me be crystal clear about what this government stands for:

First—lower taxes. Why? Because we believe the British people are far better at spending their money than the government is. Let’s be honest, you’d rather have a holiday, fix the boiler, get yet another credit card or buy a new lawnmower than fund another ‘Department for Inclusive Pigeons’.

Second—immigration control. Not because we don’t welcome guests—but because the guest room’s full, the kettle’s broken, and we can’t keep pretending the spare key under the mat is a border policy.

And third—yes, the NHS. We love it, we need it, we’ll fix it. Fewer managers, more nurses. Shorter waits, longer lives. And no more asking your nan to call the GP at 7am for an appointment in three weeks’ time at a clinic 40 miles away.

But finally—our flagship policy. And let me say, it’s got the nation’s pensioners talking… and possibly overdosing on arthritic meds.

Free sex with approved prostitutes (All of them ) for all old age pensioners. (Except transgenders)
Why? Because they’ve earned it. They fought in wars. They built the country. They drank Double Diamond. They remember when crisps came with a little blue salt packet. If anyone deserves a happy ending—it’s them. We want you to go out with a bang!!

We call it… the “Silver Service.”

And if Brussels has a problem with it—they can come over here and try stopping Doris and Ken from getting their taxpayer-funded tango.

So to every voter: thank you. To every sceptic: watch us. And to every pensioner: hitch your dressing gown up and get ready—we start Monday.

God save the King. God bless Britain. And someone call HR—we’re going to need a new department.

David Robinson 8th June 1950- 9th January 2025.

David Robinson.

After suffering a heart attack on 27th December 2024, he finally passed away after fighting a fight only he could fight. After the heart attack, his body was ravaged by kidney failure, sepsis and extremely low blood pressure. He fought to the end, holding on as long as he could for his family. 

He was the love of our lives.  He was honorable and full of kindness, never hesitating to offer a helping hand or a warm smile to those around him. His wit could light up a room and his ability to tease people without them realizing he was doing it, made him unique and made people laugh. With a smile and a twinkle in his eye, he brought laughter even in the most challenging of times, while his determination was unwavering in the pursuit of what was right and just. Loyal to his loved ones, he stood as a father figure we all looked up to and idolized. He was the  constant, reassuring presence in the  lives of his children, his grandchildren, his great grandchildren and his wife, no matter what the circumstances were, he stood strong and loyal. His respect for others was evident in the way he treated everyone with fairness and dignity. He was never judgemental and he was equally respected in return. But above all, he was loved — not just for his character, but for the love he carried within him for everyone who came into his life.

If I could have chosen a man to be my father, without a doubt, he would have been my choice. 

His wisdom, his compassion, his friendship, his sense of humor and the love he seeped out of every pore shaped me into who I am today. The bond we shared was one of pure respect, one beyond judgement and admiration. I was fortunate to have witnessed his strength and resilience, his successes, his struggles, his triumphs, and even his vulnerabilities. And as much as he gave to others, he never asked for anything in return. He was one of a kind, never to be repeated. The mold was broken when he was born and shattered when he left us.

Though he’s no longer with us in the physical world, the  memories we all have of him will continue to guide, inspire, and comfort. 

We all have our own favorite memories of him, and I’m sure, when we think of them, we will smile and laugh again, just like we did when he was still with us. 

One of my most treasured memories of David (Dad) happened a few days after I married his eldest daughter Angie. We were in the kitchen of his house and he said to me “Look after my little girl John, she’s precious”. I promised him I would and he put his hand on my shoulder and smiled. I felt how much he loved his daughter and I think he felt how much I loved her. He was special and I loved him from that moment. 

He will always be remembered for the man he was and the loyal friend to many he was.  He taught us how to love and cherish the things we love. He came alive again when he found the love of his life, Julie, who became his wife and his strength, inseparable in life and together always.

He will never be forgotten, because the imprint he left on our hearts will never die.

Life has to end, memories and love don’t have to. Because of that, he will live forever. 

When The Stars Align

It’s been awhile, not sure how long, but quite a long time.

My father-in-law suffered massive heart failure yesterday morning (March 30th) About 23 years ago he had a triple heart bypass and fought his way back to some sort of normality.

Yesterday, he fell over in his bedroom and lost consciousness. . He effectively died on his bedroom floor. His wife heard him fall from downstairs and tried getting into the bedroom but couldn’t gain entry because of where he had fallen. One of the grandchildren managed to break into the bedroom. One of my sisters (Who rushed to the house after a distress call from her mum) went into a panic and ran out onto the street and shouted for help from anyone and everyone.

A new neighbor, who had only just moved in a few days before, was outside about to get into his car. As the stars aligned, he is a paramedic. He ran into my family’s house, acted quickly and phoned an ambulance, who arrived in 5 minutes.

They managed to bring him back to life. After fighting to keep him alive for nearly 4 hours, he was transported to a hospital in Sheffield, where they carried on fighting to save him.

Dave, my father-in-law, is currently alive and fighting after surgery. Apart from the incident of heart failure, the stars aligned to keep him with us.

He keeps fighting, we keep clinging on to hope.

6 weeks later and Dave is home and slowly recovering. He doesn’t remember everything that happened but he knows he’s very lucky to still be with us. The king is not dead. Long live the king.

The Eleventh Hour: Invisible Borders and Moral Boundaries.

Hello again, it’s been quite some time since I wrote anything. At the moment, I’m still not feeling the need or the inclination to write like I did before the death of my brother Mick. However, after watching the news concerning refuges, I’m disgusted and ashamed of the UK government’s intention to turn the small boats back from mainland Europe, effectively leaving those poor people in no man’s land.

I wrote the following piece a few years ago for someone who paid me to write an article for them. I maintained intellectual rights, which is why I’m putting this out to press. It will do no good and will probably go unnoticed, but I’m going to publish it anyway.

“Hope and faith work hand in hand, however, while hope focuses on the future, faith focuses on the now”. David Odunaiya (2013)

What must be going through the minds of the thousands of refugees and immigrants that are currently fleeing war torn countries? These inspirational words arguably express the mindset of the majority of refugees and immigrants that are currently searching and fighting for a better life across the world. The crisis of choice, or more accurately the lack of choice they are facing is unfathomable to the common men and women who live in the free western world. In todays’ day and age there is a divide; People either live in relative safety or live in fear of their lives. The people of the western world take the privilege of safety and relative indulgence for granted, a fact that is depicted perfectly in Jean Raspails’ 1973 predictive and apocalyptic novel The Camp of The Saints. This essay is not intended to be a literary assessment of Raspails’ novel in relation to the current crisis, but is instead intended to be an assessment of how his novel illustrates how we, as a generic western people view the plight of the refugee/immigrant 42 years after he wrote his controversial but great and thought provoking novel.

Without doubt, the human race has and will always evolve through the gradual improvement in the conditions of society. Therefore, how can the people who live in war torn societies possibly improve the condition of their lives when the regimes they are forced to live under prevent them from doing so? The simple answer is they go in search of the safety and happiness they have the right to experience and participate in. The immigrants in The Camp of The Saints are in contrast portrayed as arriving in mainland Europe with the intention of invasion and eventually overpowering western civilisation and their way of life. The novel is essentially apocalyptic, depicting the mass immigration of thousands of people from the third world, which ultimately leads to the destruction of western civilisation, as people who have no desire to assimilate into western culture. This is the threat that resonates emphatically throughout the novel. This theme is arguably seen as a threat in the real world today regarding the refugee crisis, which is being covered by the media, particularly seen by the refusal of the Hungarian government in their refusal to allow refugees and immigrants to cross their borders. At last count there are estimated to be around 19 million worldwide refugee s and immigrants from war torn countries that include Syria, Honduras, Nigeria, Somalia, Afghanistan, Libya, Eritrea and Myanmar to name but a few. The majority of these refugees and immigrants, in their quest for freedom more often than not end up in camps that are overcrowded and unsafe. The crisis that effects the refugee and the countries that build these camps prevents integration and keep individuals and families in limbo for months, years and generations, no wonder they decide to march in their masses to find their promised land. Incredibly one in five Syrians have or are fleeing their country.

The boats that carry the refugees in the novel are replaced in real life by the human land train that is carrying them to the borders of European countries. In the novels first chapter the professor looks out to the horizon and observes ‘ the incredible fleet from the other side of the globe, the terrible stench of latrines heralded the fleets arrival, like thunder before a storm’.

This passage of thought by Jean Raspail, comparing the immigrants in the novel to the toilet of humanity is unfair and controversial, yet somehow disturbingly correspondent to how refugees and immigrants are viewed by many suspicious people who live in the western world. There is a deep rooted fear that the mass exodus and influx of refugees and immigrants will alter the demographics of Europe and adversely effect cultural identity, many people who live in the western world are afraid that the comforting familiarity and the sense of community in their villages, towns and cities will be lost forever. In an interview with Jean Raspail, conducted by Katherine and Gavin Betts, which was printed in the Social Contract Press, Raspail described the book as symbolic. Raspail explained his reasoning, saying ‘The third world invasion of the west is unavoidable. It is race that gives culture its mark in the beginning’. Certainly, the influx of refugees and immigrants has and is affecting European culture, however it is controversial to suggest it is an encroachment on Western society. Raspail went on to say ‘race isn’t really a question of colour, its a whole mental outlook, a state of mind’. In my opinion, cultural differences, if given the chance can merge naturally and actually compliment each other. Indeed, the route of the problem is probably the state of mind, meaning, how we see things effects how we react. European reaction to the current crisis has maybe some indium of logic behind it, but the actions are most certainly unwise and unhealthy for everyone as a whole.

Islam verses Europe also printed an interview from the French magazine Valures Actelles with Jean Raspail. When asked if he believed it was possible to assimilate foreign people into French culture he answered with a resounding no! Raspail said ‘the model of integration isn’t working. It will not change the progressive invasion of France and Europe by a numberless third world’. Furthermore, when asked how Europe could deal with these migrations he said ‘There are two solutions, We accommodate them and our culture will be erased, or we don’t accommodate them which means we stop giving a damn about these depraved human rights and take steps to distance ourselves to avoid the dissolution of our country into a metissage’. Jean Raspail’s opinion is arguably reflected in how some European countries are reacting to the needs of the refugees and immigrants. The information we receive via all forms of the media is largely understood and viewed in an emotional context thus influencing how we relate and react to other people. The great Oscar Wilde once said ‘an unbiased opinion is of no use to anybody’. Raspails’ opinion is most certainly not unbiased but his opinion is of little use to the current situation.We should, as part of the human race, have a biased opinion about the welfare and safety of refugees and immigrants. We should not think or make decisions like the politician, who seem to first and foremost act on cold, inhumane facts, figures and numbers. We have an obligation to concentrate on relationships and values, putting the safety of those in dire need first.

We live on a planet that is abundant with resources, man made and natural. The decision to limit and deny these abundant supplies limits the potential of every human being to thrive and grow together as one race. We all have differences, but it is discovering and embracing those differences that ultimately define who we are.

Jean Raspail, although a brilliant and talented writer, is obviously reluctant to embrace different cultures into a French society he is keen to keep uniquely French. Unfortunately, his patriotism is fiercely intense, moreover, some would say, radically opinionated to the point of racist.

We could and should flourish together by helping each other, not because it is seen as the right thing to do, but because it is what we want to do and what we should do. The current crisis will ultimately cause us to reflect on who we are as individuals and as a whole. It is such a pity that it takes inhuman suffering and a mass movement of biblical proportions from war torn countries to bring about our conscience and the opportunity to change.

However, it is encouraging to see that actions of brutality do not always instigate actions of retribution, which is evident by the fact that people would rather leave their homeland than retaliate with the same violence that has been inflicted upon them. This fact is evidential through the willingness to undertake arduous and dangerous crossings of the Mediterranean Sea. The basic human instinct is first and foremost about self preservation, yet this is a double edged sword for refugees and immigrants. All of humanity is by nature and definition, equal, this being the case, we all have the right to live a happy a fruitful life, especially a life not marred by gratuitous violence. When people are forced or find themselves living in a society rife with pain and suffering they have two options, fight back or flee in order to preserve life. This is all the refugees and the immigrants want, to preserve their life regardless of the fact that at times they sacrifice their dignity. By seeking asylum from other countries far away, they often find their dignity in tatters. What kind of society are we to deny them the right or the chance to regain at least some of their dignity by gifting them a safer environment in which to live their lives.

I make no apologies for this essay because I have spoken from the heart, but I believe the current situation can be resolved if we all remember we are all the same, we are all equal. I will end this essay with a slogan from The Camp of The Saints. Towards the end of chapter thirty-two, printed in bold type, are the words, “Workers, Soldiers, Ganges Refugees, United Against Oppression”. Even in this novel of apocalyptic messages, there is a ray of hope. As David Odunaiya said, “Hope focuses on the future”. Let us hope that the refugee and immigration crisis is resolved before the clock strikes 12, for the sake of us all.