Jenny Butters
and her neurotic
mutters.
2010 Predictions
Major High Street retailers say they did well in the Spring, they missed the fact that for many shoppers it was a last fling before their credit cards maxed out!
Used to be about quality & fair prices, known affectionately as Marks & Sparks. But, since buyers found China
and many other eastern sweat shops, the one
size fits all mentality - along with low quality synthetic goods - it's taken the public quite awhile to see how they've been duped. In other words, while the East makes poor quality goods for so many retailers, Mundane & Staid (as M & S are now called in the rag trade) are due for a very bad year in 2010.
EAST END ORACLE
You don't have to be able to ride
a horse to enjoy a game of Polo so why not go to a few games.
The thrill of seeing some of us fall on our heads and bash each other is be better than
some of the cheap adventures films currently
on offer in our movie theatres.
AUGUST HOLIDAYS
The weather Boffins with all their technology, satellites and expertise have suddently decided that summer is over and things look grim for the remainder of August here in the UK.
Rain is moving in, so they say.
Our Government is trying to encourage us to spend our holidays in the UK. Put more money back into the local Tourist Industry. Keep them afloat during these difficult times of economic stress.
I'm all for that,except looking over stony Brighton Beach on a rainy day may well inspire manic depressive Comedians and Poets, but simply makes kiddies so agitated that August Holidays become
an August Hell for parents.
This website was originally designed
to show off her
Fashion designs...
However, as she no
longer designs and sold her companies
in order to breed &
race thoroughbred horses - she
keep this
site going in
order to
add comments on society, politics
and the world -
and to amuse
herself and any of
my Turnips who
are silly enough
to read the drivel
she sprouts out!
'Bugger off!! My Turnips talks more sense!'
WHERE 'AVE ALL THE TOURISTS GONE? 'ALLO 'ALLO - TELL POOR RENE WHO WON THE WAR .
I 'ave to admit that since 'ostilities have stopped, ze village has been quieter. At least when the Gestapo were here, there was some excitement. None of us here has worked out yet who won the war? The paying tourists are nearly all Boshe and they 'ave all the real money, the British come on push bikes dressed in Oxfam clothing, complain about our plonk, ask if they can sleep in a barn, ignore our girls - and then want to know how friendly our sheep are of a night! God! Who won the damn war?
Good Service is an old wives tale.
"It's a wonder anyone is getting served anymore. At least at GRACE Brothers we were polite - and the customer was always right, even if he was an East End Larrican, a member of the Kray Bothers, or a dis-GRACED Lord Black.The only Competition we had was Harrods and when that Egyptian dis-GRACE turned the place into a Casbah for oil Sheiks and tasteless American big Spenders, the only place in Town where GRACE meant a thing was here. Now what do we all have, now Mr Grace has passed on.... goods made by little people in the orient earning a bowl of rice a day, using nasty synthetic fibres that last only a week before the washing machine turns them into spaghetti - and you expect Department Store Staff to turn up for work selling that junk. That's why so many closed. And that's why poor Mrs Slocum, joined up with Butlin's...the bottom end of the fat food chain... you might say.'
"If they want Service let 'em go down to 'arrods. The rotten buggers come in here at all odd hours, black, white and brindle, speakin' like toffs in Urdu, Hindu and High Cotswoldian complainin' about me meat pies bein' full of pork,and me Cornish Pasties bein' all flour and water, well what did the silly clots expect from a corner store durin'
a recession? I ask yer.
So what if me spuds are growin' sprouts, what they can't eat, they can plant fer next season, right?
This Good Service thing has its limits, yer know, they'll be askin' fer plastic bags next, the ingrates!"
