Back again – though not for long, again. The Wilt is off to North Wales with Salty Dog, Mrs Wilt and co.
Wilt has been working down in the “smoke” on a joint project with his mate from Salop and very lucrative and enjoyable it was too, thank you very much.
Anyway – a few days at home and thereabouts with more local work and then a huge number of court directions and final hearings for months to come (with the break to sail the final bit to Malta).
This last week however there have been some developments on the Blog. First Mrs C of Leamington Spa has disappeared as in a puff of smoke. Either she has fallen off a cliff (we can but wish), is masquerading under some new ISP (we will discover her eventually) or she has just given up or gone on holiday or attending some addiction clinic. Possibly, as Mr Plaskitt thinks she is a bit nutty, she could be being detained somewhere against her will. We hope the lobotomy works, provided they can find a brain to work on!
Anyway, talking of Plaskitt (and lobotomy) – he has again emerged from his bunker and raised another query in Parliament, as set out here: http://www.theyworkforyou.com/wrans/?id=2010-03-23a.323141.h&s=plaskitt#g323141.q0
Wilt and others had to think very hard and long to wonder what he may have been getting at precisely.
We were lost to understand what he was after – surely it could not be connected with Mrs C, the CSCI or any personal (private) compensation awards made to individuals associated with Mrs C’s sordid and dark past; surely not? Not connected with the fact that Mrs C has been told by the Care Quality Commission to sling her hook, dive overboard or otherwise piss off when she, in her rather bully girl fashion, “demanded” I want to know what compensation these people were paid.
Nah, Plaskitt of Dunes, could note surely find the time in his busy schedule to deal with the facile odd and distorted matter of the “discontent” of Leamington Spa – with a serious distortion of mind. Nah, we concluded he must have bigger issues to deal with, like the budget, the state of the nation, his unsafe/marginal seat, the state of social care and the total fucking mess he created when he was a minister.
Perhaps he is for once doing something useful?
We gave him the benefit of the doubt.
Anyway, in the mean time a friend of Wilt spoke with Mr & Mrs H of Oxfordshire. He commented to Mr & Mrs H on the rather nice “wheels” (a real, real nice 4X4) that graces the drive of their mansion. He bemoaned the fact that their “wheels” were rather more superior to his. “Ah well”, said Mr & Mrs H – “our compensation was larger than yours” and added “we are thinking of getting a boat with the remainder of the settlement.” His response is unrepeatable even here on Regulator Watch!
I have no fucking idea what they were going on about, any more than what basket case Plaskitt goes on about.
What however is clear, Plaskitt was again, nicely, told to go away and stop making a fucking nuisance of himself. It seems he, and some others of Leamington Spa, are just pissing into the wind – yuck! Damp knickers and stained trousers, which is what I had when I pissed myself laughing at their hopeless efforts. Utter twats.
It is keeping Wilt and various others chuckling. Somehow I do not think Wilt will end up on Plaskitt’s Xmas card list.
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