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Not a single F”#***ing penny!

By Mike Cunningham On July 22nd, 2015 at 11:43 am

Very shortly, the whole 50-odd million of us who live in England  will wake up to find that, if they visit a supermarket, they will have been the victims of a massive robbery, and they will not be able to complain, or alert the authorities, because this particular crime has been perpetrated by Parliament. Courtesy of Nick Clegg, the alleged MP, along with a staunch follow-up crew from the Daily Mail, they ran a campaign to make everyone who shops at English supermarkets BUY the plastic bags at 5p a pop, with an estimated turnover profit of around £90 million, per year.

These pricks who obviously have never been near a supermarket, and thus have never had to carry their own purchases to a car, have built this Tax to hit everyone but them, and its all for such a good cause!

Whether the so-called environment actually needs protecting is, to my mind, a moot point; what with uniformed Council would-be Nazis jumping on someone for dropping fag-ash on the pavement, but the vast majority recycle the damn things anyway, so what’s the point of making us buy them? Are we going to get our money back if we return or re-use them? I doubt it very much!

aplasticbag2The Act of Parliament which authorises this wholesale garbage goes into such detail as the thickness of the bags, etc., but the one thing it does not stipulate is of course who is going to be the beneficiary of all this lovely cash. The Act primly states that it (the £90-odd million) should go to good causes, so can’t you see the slavering jaws of the greedy clowns from the scum who run the RSPCA, the RNLI, along with the Oxfam Vultures who endorsed the phone campaigns against those who suffer from Dementia; and all the usual suspects as they hammer at the back doors of Tesco, Sainsburys, and the rest, blood in their eyes at the very thought of all that money going up for grabs!
The solution? Use or recycle old bags; buy long-lasting bags, anything: but don’t give 5p, never mind £5.00, to the slavering herd who will be all over the cash, demanding ever more for their f’#**ing so-called blood-sucking Charities!


You say potato; I say pervert

By Mike Cunningham On January 7th, 2015 at 3:29 pm

“Stephen Fry’s fiancé was banned from driving today for speeding at 101mph

Fiancé, that is rather a strange term for a type which used to go by the collective name ‘Rent Boy’?


But hey, what’s in a name, as William would have asked?


and all was well at the Beeb; anywhere else, they don’t wanna’ know!

By Mike Cunningham On December 27th, 2014 at 10:16 am

When I heard of the BBC plans for the Today Programme ‘Guest Editors’ over the holiday period, I almost knew what coming before the first programme, featuring the Beeb’s favourite M.P., Speaker John Bercow came on air; and I was not disappointed. Every pointed question was never asked, any hint of dissension from the Party line was never aired, and this creeping disgrace to civilised Government spouted his thoughts unhindered by challenge, query or even mild surprise.

But worse was, unfortunately, to follow. We were given a verbal and mental battering, by Today’s ‘guest editor’ this morning, on the true delights of Lesbian, Gay, BiSexual and Trandgender lifestyles by this strange woman; the struggles of the LBGT (or, for more unworldy readers; homosexual) movement as they grasp ‘Equality’, or ‘Diversity’ or whatever they are musing over this weekend. We heard of the struggles of allegedly confused youngsters as they entered their first unsupervised home, and how they abandoned this security because they had not been, wait for it; trained as to the function of ordinary things in a home,and went to live on the proceeds of crime on the streets. We even heard this Charity leader state that all youngsters who were still ‘confused’ about their identity should be kept in comfort by the State until their 25th birthday: and he was being serious!

When I was far younger than today, the adjective ‘gay’ was just that, an adjective. A definition, if one was sought, was to be carefree, happy, unburdened by worries or tribulation. HMS Gay Charger, a fast Motor GunBoat, was actually commanded by Nigel Lawson, a former Chancellor. Listening through the turgid unburdening of ‘how happy’ they were once they had ‘come out of the closet, and embraced their ‘gay awareness’ a common theme or opinion emerged in my mind; which, put rather simply, was that for a group of people who had now, ‘found out who they all were’, and had at last come to terms with their confused ideas of sexuality, etc., etc., and so on ‘ad infinitum’; for such a ‘Gay Group’, they came across, to this observer, as rather sad and silly.

The wrong trousers?

By Mike Cunningham On December 19th, 2014 at 10:02 am

Apart from the fact that the wrong man died, what does this small, dreary tragedy say about the state of mind of the grinning perpetrator, apart from the obvious truth that he will probably spend only two years in jail over the death of a dupe?

But we can all at least comfort ourselves with the truth that his grin will not be present when his fellow cons. realise who and what he is, and what he has done.


and the discoloured water just flows down the drains

By Mike Cunningham On April 6th, 2014 at 11:15 pm

Just flicking through the tv channels, and chanced upon the Bahrein Formula 1 highlights (whatever they are, or were)

Very impressive track circuit.

Really admire the way the Bahreinis have managed to disguise and wash all the blood off the track; really efficient!

3 Queens in a room

By Mike Cunningham On May 6th, 2013 at 10:19 am

I was discussing the arrest of the Deputy Speaker of the House of Commons on charges of ‘male rape’ and of sexual assault, and after getting over a sudden fit of hysterical laughter at the thought of three homosexuals having some sort of ‘falling out’ over who did what, and how, and with whom; some four years after the alleged incidents happened, I realised what it was all about.

It was just a hissy-fit, with added screaming. One of the others decided that he didn’t like Nigel’s choice of curtains and decided to make his feelings plain.

The ‘word’ game.

By Mike Cunningham On October 31st, 2012 at 5:15 pm


Well folks, here we are, onlookers to the hedonistic world of homosexual screwing, otherwise known as gay people in action.

In a new departure for ATW, readers are asked to contribute a one or two-word statement which could be used to describe what the Daily Mail talks about as ‘a venue popular with gay and bisexual men’, this of course being the approved wording for what correctly could be termed a XXXX XXXXXXX.

Points will be awarded for humour, truth and acerbic wit, and points will win ‘Prizes’!

but with a whimper….

By Mike Cunningham On March 15th, 2012 at 12:09 pm

With all the Lib-Dem led Coalition Government’s pronouncements on Homosexual marriage, alongside all the other garbage promoted by the ‘sandal-clad weirdy-beardies’ who seem to inhabit the parallel universe of LIB-=DemLand, one would honestly believe that the world has been set to rights, and all is well in LaLa Land.

In the real world, however, things are speedily getting worse. The ritual slaughter gains momentum in Syria. The patient groans of a whole Nation Slave State leaking out across the 38th Parallel. The undefying spectacle of units of the Royal Navy moored alongside the United States Sixth Fleet giving backing to the Khalifa dictatorship in Bahrain.  The spread of Muslim fundamentalism across North Africa, as well as in fractured Nigeria. The cess-pit formerly known as Zimbabwe. The pot-stirring down around Argentina, where yet another would-be tin-pot rants about the unwillingness of some 3,000 Falklanders to accept that they aren’t British any more.

The list goes on, and what does our Government rant on about? The need to allow pairs of homosexuals or lesbians to call themselves ‘married’! And just to add to the gaiety (sorry for the pun), just try and imagine what the ceremony will be called when you get two members (sorry for the second time) of the thoroughly mixed-up bunch who revel in the sadly-titled ‘Transgender’ wishing to tie the knot?

Just as a matter of idle curiosity, how much of the hysteria generated in the past few weeks on the specific subject of homosexual ‘marriage’ has actually been generated by those of the homosexual persuasion? Not a great deal, in truth hardly any; as most homosexuals just wish to get on with their lives, and just don’t want anything to do with a political parade pushed by a set of hypocrites. And just again as a matter of idle curiosity, when did we ever see a parade of people who were claiming ‘not’ to be homosexual?



By Pete Moore On February 11th, 2012 at 8:10 pm

A great capital city, £300m on a modern, flagship national stadium … and no undersoil heating.

Great work fellas.


Deja Vu, again

By ATWadmin On June 27th, 2009 at 7:41 am

Yesterday evening was a first for me at least, a phone call from my eldest brother where we totally agreed with each other on just one item; the preponderance of cloying, slightly sickening adulation afforded a showbiz freak, whose life and now death has been awarded more column inches than the attack on Pearl Harbour!

Listening, as I was almost forced to do by the mass allegiance of the broadcast media to the life, times and now death of Mr. Jackson, I reluctantly came to the conclusion that the entire nation is being force-fed with ‘Celebrity Culture’. Take this morning’s papers as an object lesson, they’re all at it, from the once august Times to the toilet-paper dregs printed within the Sun; and I just don’t believe the amount of garbage which is going to be printed and broadcast within the next few days.

Are we shortly to witness the elevation of this self-publicising negro freak to the Sainthood? Are we to witness the first of the miracles necessary to bring his memory out of the gutter where it surely belonged into the Pantheon of immortal artists? I have already heard one clown placing Jackson’s voice, dancing ability and pop-music skills on a  level to the genius category afforded a Mozart!

Let’s be blunt, he was a pop artist whose young voice catapulted him into the big-time and  he probably suffered irreparable damage in his youth from an overbearing father who saw the big money coming down the highway! Never having listened on purpose to any of his compositions, as I wish to protect my ears from what is termed ‘diarrhoea noise’, I am not qualified to comment upon his musical merit, if any such merit exists; although many others enjoyed his songs, but when one chooses a hero, I believe that that hero should be a whole person. I do not believe that this particular alleged ‘King of Pop’ is worthy of such worship, with his flawed and deeply damaged life, with his weird ‘fantasy’ world at ‘NeverLand’, and his truly unhealthy predilection for young boys, paid off with millions of dollars in one case, and cleared of more allegations by a cynical manipulation of twelve truly gullible Los Angeles jurors!

Goodbye; possibly, but knowing the Media as we do, it will be a long time before all the garbage finally gets swept away, and we can return to business as usual!