thou shalt not commit adultery
Just as the lockdown begins to be eased in England, the government has come up with an extraordinary new regulation designed to stop people from meeting up to have sex.
No person may participate in a gathering which takes place in a public or private place indoors, and consists of two or more persons.
Sex in a public place is already illegal here, so we can’t even find a deserted beach and have moonlight sex in the surf. Of course, the stupid six foot ‘social distancing’ rule is already in place, which means you can’t even meet up with your love to kiss, hug, or walk and hold hands. Add to that the number of people who have been in self isolation / quarantine / shielding, the number of people who haven’t been able to travel any distance to meet their paramour, and you can see that the rule has been ‘no sex please, we’re British’.
Studies show that even among married couples, and people who live together, just about 40% of UK adults have been sexually active during the 10 weeks of lockdown.
Good luck on any of this being popular among the English public. Good luck with many people taking any notice of these laws / regulations. But, I would expect our law enforcement agencies to become officious sex police, and self-righteous nasty people to inform on their neighbours who they suspect of having sex.
None of this has stopped our politicians and government officials from ignoring all the rules to carry on their illicit affairs during the strictest part of the lockdown here. It’s still one law for them and a different set of laws for the rest of us.
I wonder if car sex is still illegal?
And, how have hookers made a living in the past 10 weeks?
there is always phone sex
Difficulties are meant to rouse, not discourage.
I need a new plan. The one I’ve been using this past week doesn’t work.
On the other hand, I’ve been driven by events, rather than choosing my own path.
Having your home broken into kind of does that to you. In some ways it’s not the invasion, nor the fact that my stuff was taken, it’s all the
fucking damned paperwork and admin that follows a burglary that has really been depressing me. And, I’ll give you one very important piece of advice, never throw away any bill, or receipt, or piece of correspondence. Keep every fucking piece of paper in organised files for at least 6 years. If you don’t then you’ll spend forever sorting out the paperwork when some unforeseen event or disaster happens.
I just have, and mine was only a little robbery, not some huge fucking disaster.
Hopefully, things will be better for me in the next few days.
A liar will never be believed, even when she speaks the truth.
Everybody lies. Lies are the oil that lubricates the grinding wheels of interpersonal relationships. Most people don’t always want to be told the unvarnished truth, especially by their partner ~ for example being told that you look terrible hurts, even if it is the truth. In a 10-minute conversation the average American will tell two or three lies ~ basically people lie a lot.
There are different kinds of lies, some are small and immaterial, and some are huge, outrageous, and evil. However a lie is still a lie, even if it’s justified as a well-intentioned white lie, or it’s a lie of omission where we just don’t say anything at all about something important.
Some lies are actually criminal fraud. For example;
- lies about your qualifications and work experience on your CV
- Plagiarism, piracy, and passing-off
- creating false paperwork to obtain a loan, drivers licence, passport, etc.
- using false information to complete official forms, for example health insurance
It seems that many people are happy to live with lies like this, telling themselves that it’s just a clever way to beat the system. Do or say whatever you like, but if you go down this road your life will be a fake. And, at some point you may get into serious trouble. As an example, a contract of insurance is a contract uberrimae fidei, (of utmost good faith), if you don’t tell the whole truth on an insurance document the whole thing is null and void. Your insurance company can refuse your claims, and reclaim any past claims you have made.
If you do lie and cheat, just be ready for the consequences because eventually you will be caught out. Your fantastic house of cards will just fall apart. The thing about lying is that you can never know with certainty the risk of being discovered or the severity of the consequences. Lie in a relationship and you’ll probably get dumped. Lie in a marriage and you will probably get divorced.
Some say that there’s a fool born every minute. And that women make the best liars. All I know is that some truths are best left unsaid.
lovers often lie to each other
and to their husbands and wives
Self-Serving Useless Politicians are Destroying England’s Future
You can always tell when politicians are lying, because their lips will be moving.
There’s a thing called BREXIT, which is a kind of acronym for the exit of Great Britain from the European Union. It’s been going on since the referendum on 23 June 2016, when 51.9% of the British people voted to get out of Europe all together.
Since then our utterly useless, supine Prime Minister, Mrs. Theresa May, has lied, procrastinated, and vacillated, doing bugger all about getting this country out of the European Union. The Prime Minister has been defeated in one vote after another in parliament ~ firstly her original (very bad) exit deal with the European Union was rejected, then her (slightly) amended deal was rejected, and now the idea of leaving the European Union without an exit deal has also been rejected.
WTF do these members of parliament want?
However, the default legal position is that Great Britain will leave the European Union on March 29th, whether there is an exit deal in place or not. To change that default leaving date will require a change in the law, and that’s not as easy as some stupid politicians think.
However, I have no doubt that our self-serving, dishonest, fucking useless parliament will find some way of delaying the United Kingdom’s exit from the European Union ~ indefinitely.
The real deal is that NOBODY KNOWS WTF is going to happen over the next couple of weeks. Add to that nobody knows WTF is going to happen in the weeks, months, and years following our supposed exit date on March 29th.
Except that the English public will be voting a hell of a lot of these fucking useless politicians out of office come the next general election.
Some say that Brexit is a confusing mess which ever way you voted. And that Brexit is just like unfriending Europe on Facebook. All I know is that if the self-serving politicians don’t get on with it there will be Hell to pay.
Some people are psychologically incapable of telling the whole truth about anything.
There are two people in your life you should never lie to
Lying to ‘Plod’ is almost never a good idea.
It seems had occasion to use the word ‘Plod’ a couple of days ago, and in my version of the English language ‘Plod’ means the Police. And then I started to think just how many other words we English have for a policeman, or the police in general. Turns out there’s quite a lot.
- the Bill ~ a shortened form of ‘the Old Bill’.
- Bizzies ~ a Scouse word, (from Liverpool), meaning the police are always too busy to spend time investigating ordinary crime affecting ordinary people.
- Bluebottle ~ from Cockney Rhyming slang ‘bottle and glass’ meaning arse.
- Bobby ~ Sir Robert Peel established the Metropolitan Police in 1829, and Bobby is a short form of Robert. (Also see Peelers.)
- the Boys in Blue ~ Self-explanatory, the police wear blue uniforms.
- Constable ~ a word from English medieval times when a constable was a King’s officer of the peace in armies and castles. English policemen aren’t officers, they’re constables.
- Copper ~ an old English word meaning ‘someone who captures’ ~ weird, I thought it had to do with a constable’s badge.
- the Cops ~ from ‘Copper’.
- Crusher ~ English Victorian slang, from ‘beetle crushers’ a slang name for the heavy boots Victorian policemen wore.
- Cuntstubble ~ a very derogatory modern term for a female police constable.
- the Filth ~ no idea what the etymology for that is, but it’s a pretty derogatory word.
- the Fuzz ~ again I have no idea what the etymology for that is, but it’s another derogatory word.
- The Heat ~ said to refer to the red lights some police vehicles carried ~ I doubt that very much.
- the Law ~ obvious. But also a shortened form of ‘the Long Arm of the Law’. Like Canadian Mounties the British police always get their man ~ eventually.
- the Met ~ London’s Metropolitan Police ~ the largest police force in England.
- the Narcs ~ an undercover narcotics agent ~ also a police informant.
- the Old Bill ~ who really knows? It’s a strictly London term, and I suspect it’s some very nasty cockney rhyming slang.
- the Pigs ~ just derogatory and originating in 19th century England.
- Peelers ~ From Sir Robert Peel ~ see Bobby above.
- Plod ~ Mr. Plod the Policeman is a character in Enid Blyton’s Noddy books. But if you’ve ever seen an older policeman walking, then you’ll agree that they do plod along.
- Polis ~ Scottish / Glaswegian slang, and if you’ve ever heard a real Glaswegian talk you’ll know why they say Polis for Police.
- Rozzers ~ 19th century English slang of mostly unknown etymology. It may be from Polari slang, (homosexual slang).
- Scotland Yard ~ this was where the police force was first established in London on October 6th 1829. (Great Scotland Yard at the rear of 4 Whitehall Place). The headquarters of the Met. are always called Scotland Yard, (now New Scotland Yard).
- the Sweeny ~ cockney rhyming slang ~ ‘Sweeny Todd’ = ‘Flying Squad’ The Flying Squad is an elite arm of London’s Metropolitan Police, the Met.
- the Thin Blue Line ~ describing all that’s between the ordinary populace and anarchy.
- Woodentop or Woody ~ a uniformed police officer, a derogatory term used by plain-clothes detectives.
As you might expect, many of these terms are more than just a little bit derogatory, and the one’s that aren’t date back to Victorian times. Anything from London is more than likely cockney rhyming slang.
Of interest to my American friends, an Englishman would never, ever call a policeman ‘Sir’. That honorific term is only used for someone an Englishman really respects, for Example a very senior member of our Royal family. Sadly, these days not many Englishmen respect the police any more.
standing outside of 10 Downing Street, they are a pair of proper policemen, in proper policemen’s helmets