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Back in the days when the village was small,
There lived a tough lad who would frighten them all,
A bully by nature, with fists quick to fly,
And a glint in his eye that could tell you no lie.
He’d grown into manhood, but never grew kind,
With a talent for cheating and a devious mind,
He’d take what he wanted, whatever the cost,
And laugh at the poor souls who’d found they were lost.
I owned a green Jag, a fine 420G,
A beautiful motor, as proud as could be,
He fancied my Jaguar, I needed his van,
So we struck up a deal, as two grown-up men can.
His Vauxhall Van and my Jag changed their place,
But one hundred and fifty he owed me in grace,
Six months in the Greyhound, I’d remind him each night,
Till he cornered me quietly, out of the light.
“You know me, Fred, and you know what you’ll get,
That money ain’t coming, so just you forget!”
I knew what he meant, and I knew what he’d do,
So I walked away smiling, with a plan forming too.
Then later that year came a deal to be done,
Four houses to plaster, good work to be won,
“I’ll get you the contract, if you slip me my share,”
He grinned like a fox, quite convinced I’d play fair.
I plastered those houses, did a first-rate job,
Got paid every penny, no need for a sob,
Then back at the Greyhound, before all his mates,
He asked for his cut, quite forgetting the stakes.
“You know me,” said I, with a smile on my face,
“You’re not likely to see that commission take place,
I’ve settled your debt, and the interest as well,
So there’s nothing to pay you — now isn’t that swell?”
His jaw hit the floor, and his eyes turned red,
With a thousand of the curses he’d kept in his head,
But the fists that had ruled him seemed suddenly slow,
And he couldn’t decide if he dared let them go.
For six months the Greyhound saw no sign of his face,
No bully, no bluster, no king of the place,
And I’d sit there grinning, with my pint held high,
For revenge served up sweet needs no punch or black eye.
Oh, the finest of victories don’t need a fight,
Just a debt paid in full, karma, and a conscience held right,
Let the bullies beware, let the whole village know,
What goes round comes round — and the interest will grow!
Great Britain has been sent into Free-Fall! – First! By The Tony Blair Socialist Uni-party Establishment in 1997 – Continued by the “Tory” party masquerading as ‘Conservatives’ under David Cameron & Co – Now! – By Keir Starmer’s Labour/Socialist/Uni-Party – It’s Feared by MANY that we’ve fallen too FAR into the Hell! Called Socialism to climb back out of .. You listen, read & Decide for Yourself.
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It’s Christmas 2025
Not feeling it this year.
A Socialist UK Government
Makes everything so dear.
Pubs all closing one by one
No more laughing, no more fun.
Just Foodie Houses, cold and Baron,
no laughter there, just food, no manners.
No driving to see our friends and family,
Roadworks now make it an impossibility.
Spending hours untold on a gridlocked road
Makes any journey a heavy load.
‘The War On Motorists’
Folks all smile.
Don’t be so stupid….
Hmmm?? – Not smiled in a while!
Freedom to travel now curtailed,
As the ‘Socialist Crowd’ have us trailed.
Watching with cameras high on poles,
To see just HOW! We’re being ‘Controlled!’
Now Social Media comes to our aid,
As we chat with each other unafraid.
But WAIT! – What’s THAT!? – A Knock on the door?
We’ve said something WRONG! – That’s for SURE!
Police, once servants, to protect and uphold,
Our Justice, Our Freedom, Our Safety we’re told.
But nothing now could be further from Gospel!
As this Socialist Cult! Is no longer ‘Social!’
In days gone by, justice was weak.
But the UK delivered, and the world did seek.
But NOW it’s gone backwards, to days of Yore.
Justice? – Not Here! – Not Any More!
So See How We Suffer on this Sceptic Isle.
Once known as ‘The Greatest!’ for a very long while.
But now viewed worldwide as Weak, with no freedom,
Great Britain has slipped into SATAN’s Kingdom!
So Christmas now has LOST all of it’s Cheer!
No Laughter, Joking with friends and some Beer.
Now checking each morning, through the day too!
On Twitter, to see what Hell has brought NEW!
Christmas has always been a time of warmth in the UK — a season of laughter in pubs, long drives to see family, spirited debates over a pint, and the comforting sense that, whatever our differences, we were free to live our lives largely as we chose. But for many people, Christmas 2025 feels very different.
There’s a growing sense that the joy has been drained from everyday life. The cost of living continues to bite, and what once felt like small pleasures now feel out of reach. Pubs that were once the heartbeat of local communities are closing at an alarming rate, replaced by sterile, characterless venues where connection feels transactional rather than human. The laughter, the banter, the shared stories — they’re becoming memories rather than experiences.
Even travelling, something most of us take for granted, has become a source of frustration. Endless roadworks, traffic schemes, and restrictions mean that visiting friends or family can feel like a test of endurance. Journeys that once took an hour now consume entire afternoons, turning what should be moments of togetherness into exercises in patience and stress. The so-called “war on motorists” might be laughed off by some, but for many it feels very real.
Underlying all of this is a deeper unease: the sense that freedom itself is slowly being eroded. Cameras watch from poles, data is collected constantly, and the feeling of being monitored has crept into everyday life. The freedom to move, to speak, and to live without scrutiny no longer feels guaranteed.
Social media was once an escape — a place to share opinions, frustrations, and humour with like-minded people. But even that space now feels precarious. Say the wrong thing, question the wrong policy, or voice the wrong opinion, and suddenly the knock on the door doesn’t feel so far-fetched. Whether real or perceived, fear has a way of silencing voices.
Perhaps most troubling of all is the loss of trust in institutions that were once held sacred. The police, the justice system, and the rule of law were long seen as pillars of British society. Today, many feel those pillars are cracking. Justice seems inconsistent, accountability feels selective, and the values that once defined the nation appear blurred.
This Christmas, for some, the decorations are still up and the lights still shine — but the cheer feels forced. Instead of anticipation, people wake up checking the news or social feeds, bracing themselves for the next announcement, restriction, or controversy.
The UK was once admired around the world as a symbol of freedom, resilience, and fairness. Whether that reputation can be reclaimed remains to be seen. For now, Christmas 2025 serves as a moment of reflection — not just on what has been lost, but on what many still hope can be restored……..
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