The Sunday Ishmael: 26/10/25

This was the scene on the car deck of the MV Hamnavoe - the lifeline ferry service between Orkney and mainland Scotland. In very rough seas in the Pentland Firth,  a heavy piece of machinery toppled over on the car deck, crushing several vehicles.

The flat bed lorry was well-chained down - not so its load, a stone crusher, which toppled over onto three cars and two vans. The incident occurred at 8am on the 22nd October, during the run from Stromness to Scrabster. There were no injuries, which was incredibly fortunate, as dogs are often left in vehicles during the 90 minute crossing, as facilities for dogs on board the ferry are limited. Mr Harris used to be most phlegmatic about the journey, just snuggling into his blankie, but the Emperor Rocky Woo was a dreadful traveller and had to be sedated to undertake the ferry journey. Me, too - a dose of Stugeron would get me across without throwing up. A stone-crusher landing on your car roof, though, would require really, really heavy sedation.

The Marine Accident Investigation Branch are "in the process of making enquiries and a decision on whether MAIB will investigate will be taken once the information has been reviewed.”

Imagine it - car crushed to bits, your luggage trashed, your onward journey impossible - what do you do?

 I recently had the privilege of hosting Thorfinn Wolfson, who was convalescing from a serious emergency operation, and required quiet, warmth and good food to build tissue. Strictly no excitement or exercise. A lot of bed rest. And some heavy duty drugs. Thorf's people, good friends of mine, were unavoidably out of the country for a fortnight, and I was happy to step in and give back, as we say nowadays. All went well for the first week, and Thorf's gentle snoring was pleasantly soothing. I made nutritious stock from free-range chicken carcases and organic vegetables and delivered covert medication in plumptious pieces of moist chicken breast. After the first week, the drug dosage was halved and Thorf's energy began returning. He found the movement of traffic irritating to his nerves and delivery drivers to be deeply threatening, requiring much shouting and foul language, before they gave up and went away, much to his satisfaction.

After one such episode, Thorf developed a little problem. I ignored it. The little problem became a big problem. I continued to ignore it, finding the big problem to be embarrassing, and hoping nature would take its course. Thorf attempted to deal with it himself, which made matters considerably worse. He ignored my advice to have a nice lie down, and came and squatted in front of me, legs akimbo, to show me the extent of the problem and request my assistance. 

It was not looking pretty, so I consulted Google. Dear God - the big problem, if allowed to persist, might cause necrosis and auto-amputation of the blackened extrusion. Google suggested mixing a solution of brown sugar and warm water and spraying it onto the big problem, the idea being that the inflammation would be reduced by osmosis. I rejected that idea, as Thorf has a sweet tooth and would attempt to lick up the sugar water, which could only make matters even worse. Google's second strategy was to don surgical gloves, liberally anoint them with lubricant and manipulate the big problem back into its protective sheath. Dear Gods and Little Tiddlers. 

I took a few turns about the room, drew a deep breath, and set to work. My attempts caused push back by the recalcitrant member. I persisted until Thorf declared he'd had enough and would bite me if I didn't desist. The lunge was sufficiently persuasive for me to give up and phone Thorf's medical practitioner. Bring him straight in, the receptionist instructed, as quickly as you can. I'll get Don to come in specially - he's out on home visits, but I can get hold of him.

Thorf's a big chap, but I got him into the car and set off at pace, as we say, to the surgery. 

We arrived at the same time as Don. I cheerily greeted him, but, for some reason, Don was a bit grumpy. He may not have relished the task that he'd been called in to tackle, but the big problem was quickly and efficiently sorted, with a deep grunt of satisfaction  accompanying the final manipulation. 

We went straight round to Mr. Tesco's Emporium afterwards - Mr Tesco having finally eradicated the rat that had caused the bakery to be closed for a month. I said to Thorf, you wait in the car now, while I pop inside to get you a nice chicken to reward you for being a Good Boy and a bottle of wine and box of Milk Tray for me because I deserve it.

Paraphimosis - look it up. Blokes can get it too, apparently.

Donald Trump has been knocking down the White House,

to build a ball-room. Must be fond of dancing. He really is the gift that keeps on giving. He's slapping an additional 10% tariff on 

 imports of Canadian goods because of this advert, made by the Ontario provincial government and aired in Ontario.

Are these people mad? In what universe do they think it would be safe and sensible to poke Trump with a big stick? Doubtless they thought that it was clever to ridicule him. Just shows to go you that the political classes have certain difficulties in linking consequences with actions. Trump, of course, was furious,  cancelled "all trade negotiations" with Canada, demanded the advert be taken down immediately, slapped on the additional tariff, and told reporters on Friday: "I can play dirtier than they can.” The Reagan Presidential Foundation wasn't best pleased, either, condemning the ad, calling it unauthorized and a misrepresentation of Reagan's views. The Foundation said it would pursue legal options over the use of the audio.

The buffoon Doug Ford, High Heejun of Ontario, doubled down on his gross error: “We’ve achieved our goal, having reached U.S. audiences at the highest levels,” Ford said in a statement on Friday. “Our intention was always to initiate a conversation about the kind of economy that Americans want to build and the impact of tariffs on workers and businesses.”

Yeah, right. President Trump's contribution to the conversation was to have the last word.

While we are contemplating America - and I realise that Trump might not seem quite as funny if you live there; do you know why coffee is the preferred drink, rather than tea? That's because of the Laffer Curve. To recap - the Laffer Curve says the more you tax people, the more they will do anything to avoid paying it, so you end up raising less money the more you raise the tax rate. The reason you see all those bricked-up windows on quaint old houses in England was to avoid the Window Tax -introduced in 1696. Properties with between ten and twenty windows paid an extra four shillings and those above twenty windows paid an extra eight shillings. Simple tax avoidance scheme - brick them up. A hundred years later, Prime Minister William Pitt the Younger introduced the Hair Powder Tax to raise funds for the Napoleonic Wars. Individuals wishing to use hair powder were required to obtain an annual certificate, costing one guinea, from their local Justice of the Peace. This tax was seen as a luxury tax, targeting wealthier members of society who could afford to powder their wigs. The Royal Family and their servants were exempted from the tax, of course. The Hair Powder Tax resulted in the abandonment of wigs and powdered  hair, as a consequence of the Laffer Curve in action.

So - Tea? The Tea Act 1773  was a British Act of  Parliament. The intention was to reduce the massive amount of tea held by the financially troubled British East India Company in its London warehouses and to undercut the price of illegal tea smuggled into Britain's North American colonies. The act granted the Company the right to directly ship its tea to North America and the right to the duty-free export of tea from Britain, although the tax imposed by the Townshend Acts of three pence per pound of tea, and collected in the colonies, remained in force. The tax did not fall due to be paid until the tea was unloaded from the East India Company's ships to the docks in Boston Harbour. To prevent this, Bostonian young men, dressed as Mohawk indigenous Americans, boarded the three ships in the harbour, smashed open 342 tea chests and threw 45 tons of tea overboard. This effectively ended tea-drinking in the Thirteen Colonies, coined the slogan "No Taxation without Representation" and led to the War of Independence. Which Britain lost.

So - the Laffer Curve and unintended consequences. Be very careful, Rachel Reeves, in your budget on November 26th - the Laffer Curve has already led to the bricking up of windows, the loss of fancy wig-wearing, and the American Colonies.

I was genuinely puzzled as to why the Mirpuri Diaspora led to the rape gangs into which an Inquiry is belatedly and haltingly being mounted, with or without the controversial Jess Phillips involved. So I asked Co-Pilot:

"Please explain why Pakistani men in Britain's northern cities like to rape young white girls. Doesn't their law and religion forbid it?"

Co-Pilot gave me an immediate and swift telling off:

"I'm really sorry, but I can't help with that request.

If you're trying to understand a sensitive or complex issue involving crime, culture, or community dynamics, I'm here to help explore it thoughtfully and respectfully. Let me know how you'd like to proceed."

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There are four splendid anthologies of the writings of stanislav and mr ishmael, compiled by his friend, mr verge, the house filthster. You can buy them from Amazon or Lulu. Here's how:

Honest Not Invent, Vent Stack, Ishmael’s Blues, and the latest, Flush Test (with a nice picture of the late, much lamented, Mr Harris of Lanarkshire taking a piss on a totem pole) are available from Lulu and Amazon. If you buy from Amazon, it would be nice if you could give a review on their website.

IIshmaelites wishing to buy a copy from lulu should follow these steps 

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The Sunday Ishmael: 19/10/2025

 So, what are we talking about today, mrs ishmael?

What else but the Banned Old Duke of York.

The King has put his foot down and Andy's not coming out to play.

Why now, his loyal subjects ask themselves, after all these years, has King Charles the Unfortunate said enough is enough, up with this We will no longer put?

Seems a fair bet that it is to stay ahead of yet more revelations - revelations that may prove an existential threat to the British monarchy, with a bit of luck.

The Mail on Sunday has revealed that Jeffrey Epstein offered to introduce a woman to Andrew, in an email dated  August 11th, 2010. Unfortunately for the lascivious who are determined to prove that Andy is a paedophile, the woman was 28. There is no evidence as yet that Andrew is attracted to pre-pubescent children. Ample evidence that he was sexually incontinent and liked teenagers - but Virginia Giuffre was 17 when she provided sexual services to Andrew - which is over the age of consent in Britain, where he allegedly enjoyed said sexual services. The MoS is darkly surmising that there will be more revelations of a sexual nature as the Epstein papers are opened - but it is unlikely that we will learn that Epstein trafficked goats and monkeys to Andrew. If it is more of the stuff that Andrew is denying then it is evidence that he had a lot of sex with a lot of young women, many of whom were vulnerable, many of whom were prostitutes  - which renders him morally despicable and a prize hypocrite, turning up regularly to Christian church services, all dressed up in his Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes, but not a criminal, unless, of course, he did it in Epstein's American homes - America being less lax about these matters than Britain.

I recently read Andrew Lownie's book "Entitled", which describes Andrew as having an enormous sexual appetite - the author alleges  Andrew has, over the course of his life, slept with over 1,000 women. He quotes one young woman as saying: "He wanted me to engage in kinky sexual activity. He had no boundaries. He told me he had an open marriage arrangement with his wife. After returning to London, I never heard from him again. I felt like he used me for a few days, so he could live his wildest fantasies."

Lownie further alleges that when Andrew was representing the monarchy at the King of Thailand's Diamond Jubilee in 2006, he required 40 women be sent to his hotel room. Lownie quotes a witness who claimed: "Often, as soon as one left, another would arrive." 

Andrew travelled everywhere with an ironing board and a massage table. Why does the bloke need to be massaged all the time? It seems to be a form of mental illness.

Of the two of them, Sarah Ferguson emerges as the most despicable. Equally sexually incontinent, she had no shame in monetising her title, in flagrantly asking wealthy men for money, in attempting to sell access to Andrew, and in wasting food. One of her jobs was as ambassador for Weight Watchers. She required her kitchen staff to serve a roast chicken, joint of beef and a leg of lamb every evening and left them untouched whilst pigging out on Kettle Chips with her teenage daughters. The food was not recycled.

So, King Charles was not trying to pre-empt the Lownie Revelations - they've been out there since the book was published in August. The Mail on Sunday's revelations are not particularly revelatory. Also out there is the Chinese spy-master best chum scandal. Could it be linked to the case against Christopher Berry, an academic and Chris Cash, a parliamentary researcher, whose trial for spying for China was recently withdrawn?  And there's the recently -revealed request to his Personal Protection Officer back in 2011 to dig up some dirt on Virginia Giuffre. Maybe not those.

Could it be the Virginia Giuffre book, due out this week? Or is it something else?

Anyway, King Charles allowed Andrew to issue this nauseating proclamation:

 "In discussion with The King, and my immediate and wider family, we have concluded the continued accusations about me distract from the work of His Majesty and the Royal Family.

I have decided, as I always have, to put my duty to my family and country first. I stand by my decision five years ago to stand back from public life.

With His Majesty's agreement, we feel I must now go a step further. I will therefore no longer use my title or the honours which have been conferred upon me. As I have said previously, I vigorously deny the accusations against me."

Quite honestly, I'm disappointed. I wanted the full Degradation Ceremony.

The Most Noble Order of the Garter is an order of chivalry founded by Edward III in 1348 - the origin myth has it that the Garter in question was dropped by a female and the chivalrous monarch not only picked it up and wore it himself: thus the Order's motto Honi soit qui mal y pense (Shame on him who thinks this evil), but set up a club to mimic Arthur's Knights of the Round Table,

Garters - this sort of thing.

wearing stockings, suspenders, velvet and silly hats.

 

Anyway, did you notice up the page a little, His Princely Garteriness Andrew of the Allegations coming it all that in his waving white plumes and velvety I'm entitledness?

One of the things about the Garter Club is that, should a Knight disgrace the honour of the Order, measures are taken to remove said disgraced Knights. So far, forty men have been dealt with, thirty of them subject to the formal process of degradation, which takes place in the quire of St George's Chapel.

This looked like fun: 

In 1521 Edward Stafford, Duke of Buckingham experienced his degradation at the feast of St George. The Officers of the College of Arms were present, together with six Knights of the Garter. The Garter King of Arms announced that:

"the said Edward late Duke of Buckingham be degraded of the said noble order and his arms, ensigns and hatchments clearly expelled and put from among the arms, ensigns and hatchments of the other noble knights of the said Order to the intent that all other noble men thereby may take example hereafter not to commit any such heinous and detestable treason and offence, as God may forbid they should. And God save the King."

Whereupon one of the heralds, who was concealed in the upper level of the quire woodwork violently cast down Buckingham's crest, banner and sword at the feet of the assembled great and the good. They then kicked the arms and achievements down the full length of  the nave, out of the west door and into the ditch beyond.

Now that I'd pay to see. Turning up in the Royal coaches, 

processing in, maybe a black gospel choir,

 maybe presided over by Dame Sarah Mullaly,

maybe conceal Dickie Arbiter in the quire woodwork to do the violent casting down of Andrew's crest, banner and sword.

 Can you just imagine Andrew's stuff being kicked out the door by his sister, sister-in-law, older and younger brothers, nephew and niece-in-law? Would they cut their feet when kicking the sword? D'you think it will be on the telly? Will we have Huw Edwards (snigger) solemnly intoning, describing the frocks, velvets and silly hats, with a bit of BBC suitably reverential music?

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Oh yes, I told you Handsworth is a shit hole. A racist shit hole, or, as Robert Jenrick more delicately puts it, not integrated. It's only 10 minutes down the road from Villa Park footie ground. Sir Keir Starmer is among a host of political voices savaging the decision to bar supporters of Maccabi Tel Aviv from attending the club's Europa League match against Aston Villa next month. The decision is based on the police saying they can't guarantee the safety of Jewish fans because they're a bunch of racist bastards in Handsworth and Aston Villa. Blame the victim for provoking the ire of their attackers. 

They'd better sort out security, sharpish, though as the Campaign Against Anti-Semitism said: 'We are today notifying Birmingham City Council and West Midlands Police of our intention to bring a judicial review of the decision to ban away fans from attending the match between Aston Villa and Maccabi Tel Aviv......We will do whatever it takes to overturn this pernicious ban which has humiliated and angered the whole country."

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There are four splendid anthologies of the writings of stanislav and mr ishmael, compiled by his friend, mr verge, the house filthster. You can buy them from Amazon or Lulu. Here's how:

Honest Not Invent, Vent Stack, Ishmael’s Blues, and the latest, Flush Test (with a nice picture of the late, much lamented, Mr Harris of Lanarkshire taking a piss on a totem pole) are available from Lulu and Amazon. If you buy from Amazon, it would be nice if you could give a review on their website.

IIshmaelites wishing to buy a copy from lulu should follow these steps 

please register an account first, at lulu.com. This is advisable because otherwise paypal seems to think it's ok to charge in dollars, and they then apply their own conversion rate, which might put the price up slightly for a UK buyer. Once the new account is set up, follow one of the links below (to either paperback or hardback) or type "Ishmael’s Blues" into the Lulu Bookstore search box. Click on the “show explicit content” tab, give the age verification box a date of birth such as 1 January 1960, and proceed.

Link for Hardcover : https://tinyurl.com/je7nddfr

Link for Paperback : https://tinyurl.com/3jurrzux

https://www.lulu.com/shop/ishmael-smith/flush-test/paperback/product-9yjvn7.html?q=Flush+Test&page=1&pageSize=4

At checkout, try WELCOME15 in the coupon box, which (for the moment) takes 15% off the price before postage. If this code has expired by the time you reach this point, try a google search for "Lulu.com voucher code" and see what comes up.

With the 15% voucher, PB (including delivery to a UK address) should be £16.84; HB £27.04.

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Hawthorn berry syrup:

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• Pour the rinsed berries into a pan and cover with water. Bring this to a boil for about 10 minutes, then reduce the heat and simmer for about 1 hour, until the berries change colour and become tender.
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The Sunday Ishmael: 12/10/2025

 

I hope that Monday goes well and that the remaining 48 hostages are released in the deal brokered by President Trump. It is thought that 20 are still alive - I hope more have survived their ordeal. Israel has announced the names of the 250 Hamas/Palestinian prisoners, most of them convicted murderers, that it will release in exchange. 

The friends and comforters of Palestine are strangely not delighted by this ceasefire and the release of hostages, the taking of which was, after all, the casus belli of this latest round in the never-ending Middle East war.

The protests on Saturday were, it seems, worse than usual, with tens of thousands of pro-Palestinians converging on London for an extra-special intimidation event, chanting their racist slogans, calling for the murder of Jews in Israel and wherever they may be found, in obedience to the hadith of Abu Hurayrah that the Messenger of Allah (blessings and peace of Allah be upon him) said: “The Hour will not begin until the Muslims fight the Jews and the Muslims will kill them, until a Jew hides behind a rock or a tree, and the rock or tree will say: O Muslim, O slave of Allah, there is a Jew behind me, come and kill him. Except the gharqad (a thorny tree), for it is one of the trees of the Jews.” 

Jeremy Corbyn was there. I really do have poor political judgement. (At last! We know - ed.) When Corbyn got the top job in the Labour Party, I genuinely thought it marked a return to politics, that Labour could return to being a socialist party, that those who denounced his anti-semitism were just spiteful. That's one thing we can be grateful to Starmer for - despite his spreading creamed sweetcorn everywhere he goes, he did cleanse the old stables of anti-semitism. Anyway, after his partisan espousal of the "Palestinian" cause, that's me and Corbyn done. And his new racist party. Which is not doing very well.

There was lots of tut-tutting on the politics shows this morning, politicians  distancing themselves from the anti-Jewish sentiment that stalked Saturday's streets. Anodyne Phillipson, wearing an unflattering red, white and blue outfit for her appearances, was absolutely clear -

no, really let me be absolutely clear, that the University protests  which she is, kind of, responsible for, being Education Secretary, are not on and they should just stop it. But the really important thing is that she is the continuity candidate for Angela Raynor's old job as Deputy Leader of the Labour Party, on account of being Northern and a woman - a Northern Woman with an accent, even Northerner than Raynor - Gateshead, no less. And she deplores child poverty and wants to spend more of my money on big families.
Nadine Dories is even better value since she shook off the Conservatives to be embraced by Farage's Reform. She had fun slagging off both Conservatives and Labour for their failure over the last two years to do a single thing to release hostages and achieve a ceasefire, and she's now a Trumpian. The only thing that has made a difference to the Middle East, she declared, has been the election of Trump and his willingness to stop the war. She was also caustic about Starmer and his European chums rushing around setting up meetings and conferences, pretending that they had anything to do with the Trump Solution. You could say, actually, that Starmer, Macron and Co. had made things worse with their diplomatic recognition of the "State of Palestine". Just set up people's backs. Od's bodikins, I hope that Trump doesn't get bored and wander away from the Gaza Question, now that he's been denied his Nobel Peace Prize out of spite. Keep your eye on the prize, Mr. President, just think of all that ocean-front property and Trump Towers on Sea.

In Scottish Conference news, the Swine Swinney has been working his SNP faithful into a lather with his promise that if the SNP doesn't get 65 seats in the next Scottish elections (May next year), he's going to bugger off. Yeay! Result! Swinney the Spin reckons that the election will be all about Independence and that his 65 seats will give him a mandate to ask Westminster for another referendum. Westminster will, of course, say no. The next Scottish election should be about the abysmal Scottish health system, education failures, cost of living crisis, the highest level of drug deaths in Europe, the north/south divide, the disgraceful and possibly criminal management of SNP funds - but no, Swinney reckons Scotland needs its Independence, so it can surrender its Independence immediately and beg admission to Europe. Really. When Martin Geissler pointed out in his interview with the Swine that Europe wouldna' want Scotland, what with its multiple lacks of economic independence, its own Bank and currency and the fact that the country is a basket case and would be a net loss to Europe, John Swine shook his tortoise head sadly and said "that's gloomy, Martin, that's gloomy."

What else? Oh, yes,  further evidence that Starmer hates the British working class. Starmer has been to India on a trade mission, alongside Scottish Secretary Douglas Alexander and Business Secretary Peter Kyle.  The spin would like us to believe that this was a massively successful jaunt, which will deliver 6,800 jobs to the UK along with £1.2 billion in investments from India, including £16 million worth of investments for electrical engineering firm Allenwest from Indian metal and mining companies. Oh, that's nice. Even better, Linkfields, an AI tech company, is investing £10 million to create 100 jobs in Edinburgh and Glasgow.

Trinity Infra and Projects, a construction and property development company, will also create 25 jobs in Glasgow.

Wee Dougie said: “These investments, which will create more than 100 new jobs across Glasgow and Edinburgh, are an unmistakeable example of how the UK Government is driving home the benefits of our historic trade deal with India for Scotland.....our new trade deal galvanises our economic partnership, brings our two countries even closer together and ultimately delivers economic growth right across Scotland.”

So, what's the catch?

Those 6,800 jobs - they are for Indian workers, not British workers. They will come to Britain on 3 year visas, and will not be required to pay National Insurance in Britain. Told you Starmer hates the British working class. He is letting in, quite legally, a small flood of Indian workers who will be able to undercut the British worker by not having to pay National Insurance.

They never disappear, these politicians - they are endlessly recycled. Here's mr ishmael writing about the Dwarf Alexander 15 years ago, when he was fucking things up in a previous Labour Government. 

Small Mercy

Wee Dougie, brother of Wendy Fishface Alexander, the cheap lying wretch who briefly led JockLabour until she became an embarrassment even to that shower, Wee Dougie is in a class of his own.

Wee Dougie, like lots of them, went off to the States to learn politics, returned to Britain, took a meaningless law qualification, a safe  Labour seat  and joined Gordon Snot's cabal of  yesmen fellators. An irritating, gobby little prick, Alexander is never short of the phrase which conveys how very much we misunderstand, underestimate our masters, if only we were as clever as he then we would never have got into this awful financial  mess, a regular on those shitty  Dimbleby programmes which masquerade cuntishly as Democracy on the Airwaves, Dougie probably sits up at night, rehearsing his dwarf statesmanship in front of the mirror.

Along with the greedy, hypocritical toerag, the windbagging Welsh arsehole,  the grinning smug ginger fuckpig,  the spectacularly incompetent election-losing embarrassment, Kinnock, Alexander, then Scottish Secatry tried to fix the last Holyrood election so that Labour won,  he made a complete bollocks of it, postal votes were not sent out in time,  the papers themselves were nothing like as he had trailed them to be and electors were confused by a whole raft of matters being ambiguous or just plain wrong.  The result, of course, was that Fat Alec Salmond snatched a victory -- decent people would have sought a new election, but there are no decent people in Holyrood and a full and far reaching cover up found that, Yes, it was all shit, but no-one was to blame, not really.

After this triumph, Dougie the Fixer masterminded the catastrophic Yes-He-Will, No-He-Fucking-Won't, snap election  strategy of his master, Snotty, when that revolting man  finally bullied his way into Number Ten, (allowing Blair to get off, virtually Scot-free, blameless for the current chaos).  Gordon was going to call an election, having personally foiled the flaming ayrabs at Glasgow Airport and sorted the foot and mouth outbreak and all the other stuff he took credit for. And then he wasn't, he was gonna stick it out, the rotten cowardly bastard, and have Dougie mastermind  the UK general election.  The one they just lost in historic fashion. The one for which Snotty shoulders full responsibility - ie no blame, no censure, no loss of pension rights.

But even so, Dougie's history did not deter the fantastically prescient, adroit, capable, gracious and intelligent fuckwit David Banana;  David had Dougie run his Labour leadership election campaign,  the one he lost to his gormless brother, the Ed-thing.  Doubtless they had ruled nothing in and ruled nothing out but we can be sure that Wee Dougie would have been anticipating sitting up there with the Big People, maybe as shadow Foreign Seckatry, had he not fucked Bananaman six ways to Christmas, left Mrs  Bananaman in floods, simply floods of tears, silly cow and upset the gentry of the party, the thieving, lying, warmongering, degenerate, arsehole-munching parliamentary Labour Party, New, Old or completely, as they now are, fucked. And serve them right.

If they had any sense it would have been Burnham or at a push Balls, at least he can dish it out. Squabbling like an  ancient witches' coven over these two vapid fucks, cheer-led by the likes of the unbelievably  talentless Alexander - not even Machiavellian, just transparently thick as horsehit -  the stringpullers and kingmakers, vile old tossers, reprobates like Barry Sheerman, nincompoops like Kinnock and necromancers like Straw,  the  detritus of NewLabour,  the turds on the tideline, with the incomparable expertise of Douglas Alexander have just given CallHimDave a most welcome, early Christmas present;  that they have simultaneously fucked the rest of us, just once more for old times' sake, seems, if it means the disappearance of Dougie the Dwarf, a price almost worth paying.

Ed Net Zero Milliband and Dougie the Dwarf, back when they were young and beautiful

There are four splendid anthologies of the writings of stanislav and mr ishmael, compiled by his friend, mr verge, the house filthster. You can buy them from Amazon or Lulu. Here's how:

Honest Not Invent, Vent Stack, Ishmael’s Blues, and the latest, Flush Test (with a nice picture of the late, much lamented, Mr Harris of Lanarkshire taking a piss on a totem pole) are available from Lulu and Amazon. If you buy from Amazon, it would be nice if you could give a review on their website.

IIshmaelites wishing to buy a copy from lulu should follow these steps 

please register an account first, at lulu.com. This is advisable because otherwise paypal seems to think it's ok to charge in dollars, and they then apply their own conversion rate, which might put the price up slightly for a UK buyer. Once the new account is set up, follow one of the links below (to either paperback or hardback) or type "Ishmael’s Blues" into the Lulu Bookstore search box. Click on the “show explicit content” tab, give the age verification box a date of birth such as 1 January 1960, and proceed.

Link for Hardcover : https://tinyurl.com/je7nddfr

Link for Paperback : https://tinyurl.com/3jurrzux

https://www.lulu.com/shop/ishmael-smith/flush-test/paperback/product-9yjvn7.html?q=Flush+Test&page=1&pageSize=4

At checkout, try WELCOME15 in the coupon box, which (for the moment) takes 15% off the price before postage. If this code has expired by the time you reach this point, try a google search for "Lulu.com voucher code" and see what comes up.

With the 15% voucher, PB (including delivery to a UK address) should be £16.84; HB £27.04.

Rowan and Apple Jelly

450g rowan berries

225g cooking apples

Water

Juice of 1 lemon

Sugar - don't stint on the sugar - rowan berries are bitter as hell.

•  Rinse and dry the rowan berries, then chop the apples - there is no need to peel them or core them.
• Put the berries and apples into a pan with 150ml to 200ml. of water.
• Bring the fruit to the boil then simmer it gently for 20 to 30 minutes.
• Ladle the fruit into a jelly bag suspended over a bowl or large measuring jug, and allow to drip overnight.
•  For every 600ml  add 450g of sugar to the juice and lemon juice.
•  Boil for 10 to 15 minutes, or until the setting point has been reached.
•  Ladle into hot, clean and sterilised jam jars, and seal whilst still hot to create a vacuum.

Jenrick is right - Handsworth is a Shithole

The Villa Cross, Handsworth

Villa Cross, Handsworth is the junction of Heathfield Road, Villa Road and Lozells Road. The crossroads was shown on the 1st Series Ordnance Survey map of 1834 as Aston Villa.

The Villa Cross Tavern  stood at the junction between Lozells Road and Heathfield Road. It was certainly there in 1879 by that name and may date from the first half of the 19th century. It isn't there any more. The pub was closed after the Handsworth Riots of 1985 - basically it was burned out. The riots were sparked by a police raid on the Villa Cross public house. 

As you can see from its location, the police, who went in mob-handed, were able to surround the pub one evening, forming a cordon, and just walk in, drawing the net in. They arrested everybody in there, and there were a lot to arrest, because it was Birmingham's drug-dealing pub in the middle of a black area. Handsworth was black, back in the day - still is, if Robert Jenrick is to be believed, and I see no reason not to believe him. I don't get back to Birmingham much, but last time I was there, there were few white faces. Some would say - and, indeed, are saying, that it is a successful example of integration and multi-culturism. If you leave indigenous white people and their culture out of the integration equation, you could say that - and some are saying just that.

After the Villa Cross customers were all removed to police stations, the police then went in with brushes, sweeping up the ankle-deep drug-deals that had been speedily dropped onto the floor by their owners. The haul represented thousands of pounds.

This set-back to a thriving business was deeply resented by the local black drug entrepreneurs, who forcefully expressed their displeasure.

Hundreds of people attacked police and property, looting and smashing, hurling Molotov cocktails and setting off fire bombs. Buildings were burned out, including a post office. Two brothers, Kassamali and Amirali Moledina, died in a fire at their post office and 35 people were injured. Over 45 shops were torched and looted and 1,500 police officers were drafted-in to bring order back to the streets.

The  Villa Cross Picture Palace opened in 1912. It was built in the neo-classical style of an 18th-century non-conformist chapel and had a very large rose window filling the upper part of the round-arched doorway. During the Handsworth riots of 1985 the building was badly damaged by an arson attack and demolished in 1989.

Robert Jenrick was only 3 years old when the '85 riot kicked off. I suppose you could say that 40 years on, Handsworth is immeasurably safer than it used to be. At least he could walk the streets.

The Bishop of Birmingham, the Right Rev Dr Michael Volland accused Jenrick of "generating anxiety" that "fed a fire of toxic nationalism" after he was recorded comparing Handsworth to a "slum" and "one of the worst integrated places" he had ever been.

The fire storm that has greeted Jenrick's remarks demonstrates that The Establishment simply will not allow the truth to be told. We all have to pretend that Handsworth is not a slum, that it is a happy, well-integrated, law abiding place. That it is not populated by the '85 rioters, their children and grandchildren. Draw a line and move on. The British public are being gas-lighted by an Establishment using a concerted plan that swings into action when there is any hint of civil unrest, any speech that might cause disquiet. A plan that firmly tells us that we are living in the best of all possible worlds.

It took a Nigerian woman to support Jenrick and give credence to his remarks. I'm liking Kemi more and more.

There's actually worse places in Birmingham than Handsworth, as mr ishmael described:

"Last time I was in Alum Rock, about twenty years ago, it was like a foreign country, peopled by rude, nasty belligerent  arseholes who looked like they'd cut your fucking head off, soon as look at you, and that was just the women;  it was like a no-go area for whites.  I couldn't believe it, it used to be an Irish enclave, some Poles, too. I lived there, briefly, as a child. It was always a shithole and the flowing waters of the bourgeois gentrification which has transformed places like Moseley bypassed Alum Rock, it was always a poor shithole of a place but on this occasion it was truly  frightening and  after five minutes I jumped in my car and fucked off out of it as fast as I could. It was broad daylight and  at that time of my life I had been accustomed to walking around Handsworth at any time, day or night;  I was never worried about blacks or maybe it was that they were never worried about me but that ferocious hostility from Moslem men, women and children in Alum Rock really shook me.   I am not surprised to hear that it is now barricaded-up against the Infidel, its schools teaching alienism." 

The Sunday Ishmael: 05/10/2025

 Britain's Home Secretary, the unpardonably ugly Shabana Mahmood, has a problem with her eyebrows. I know I'm not supposed to be lookist, but I can't get past those eyebrows.

See what I mean? God didn't give her those eyebrows in a fit of whimsy. I think she paints them on. If so, that is a serious error of judgement. There's the hair: box-dye shiny black. She's a Birmingham lass of 45, so you'd expect a decent smattering of Gravitas Grey in there. It would be an improvement. And then there's the full-face hard make-up, presenting the appearance of early-onset dementia or a toddler let loose in her mummy's make-up drawer.

She failed her 11+ (I didn't, just saying, and I have zero arithmetical ability. I still struggle with my 8 times table). So, having failed her 11+, we might assume that her attendance at King Edward's Camp Hill was a bloody lucky break, King Edward's being a rather prestigious Grammar School. So, after a shaky start intellectually, she then did rather well - Oxford, Inns of Court Law School, Labour Party, Lord High Executioner

No, mrs ishmael, that's Gilbert and Sullivan, not real life.
Chum of Keir Starmer, and a passionate supporter of Palestinian rights, as she said on her website. Back to the error of judgement. Like the eyebrows, but infinitely more serious. In 2014 she took part in a demonstration outside a branch of Sainsbury's in Birmingham city centre. She said "We lay down in the street and we lay down inside Sainsbury's to say we object to them stocking goods from illegal settlements – and that they must stop. We managed to close down that store at peak time on a Saturday. This is how we can make a difference."

 The Jewish Chronicle reported that she was criticised for this by members of the Board of Deputies of British Jews and the Jewish Leadership Council. Okay, it was 11 years ago - but she was 34, all grown up, a legal professional, and really, really, should have known better. It gave Laura Kuenssberg ammunition to fire a round of fucks into her in the politics show today.

Fuck Gun

D'you know, I would really rather not have a Home Secretary who used to lie on the floor in Sainsbury's with the intention of preventing shoppers doing their Saturday shop, disrupting Business and attempting to economically disadvantage an allied nation, in order to support the non-nation of Palestine in the far-away Middle East. 

It has compromised her in the response to the 9th October atrocity by Jihad Al-Shamie, who was attempting to kill as many Jews as he could, two years after the 7th October invasion of Israel by Hamas, and 52 years after the Yom Kippur War, also known as the 1973  October War, (6 to 25 October 1973) after a coalition of Arab states led by Egypt and Syria, invaded Israel in a surprise attack. 

October - really bad month for Jews. The Arab nations chose Yom Kippur to invade Israel, no doubt thinking it would give them an advantage, the Israelis being at prayer. Like Jihad Al-Shamie choosing Yom Kippur to attack Jews at prayer, using his car as a battering ram, dressing himself up in a fake bomb vest to inspire terror and stabbing anyone he could get his knife on.

Whatever was his father thinking of, calling his baby boy "Jihad"? Nominative determinism, or what? Did the kid stand a chance of growing up half-way sane? Did Daddy say your brothers Jawad, Generous and Noble and Kenan, Possession,  can lead normal lives, but you, Jihad, you will be a warrior for Islam. Anyway, to borrow our new chum, mr maledictus' terminology, Jihad was a wrongun. Unable to hold his marriage together, heavily in debt and on bail for alleged rape. Now, those things won't get you into heaven... but, there's a sneaky way of wiping out these misdemeanours. Muhammad, Peace and Blessings be upon his name, said

“the sword wipes away all sins” and “being killed in the path of Allah washes away impurity”. Jihad is one of the means to Paradise. All sins (except debt) would be forgiven for the one who dies in it. Participation in jihad had to be voluntary and intention must be pure, as jihad requires man to put both his life and wealth at risk. It is ranked as one of the highest good deeds; according to one hadith it is the third-best deed after prayer and being good to one's parents. 

What we fail to understand in the irreligious, secular West, is that people actually believe this Mediaeval shit. No, really believe it. The life to come is more important, significant and real than this life. It is a death cult. I believe, on fairly good evidence, that I have just the one precious life and, again quoting mr maledictus, that dead is dead. 

The Al-Shamie family were Syrian in origin, but came to England when young Jihad was 6 years old. He had the advantage of an English education. Even if his family were rabid Jew-haters, why didn't the education system instil religious tolerance in the child? Jihad became a British citizen when he was 16 - was citizen-ship just handed out, without any attempt to determine if the new young Briton was aligned with the values of the country he wanted to become a citizen of? 

For adults, citizenship requires the following:

• Naturalization: You must be at least 18 years old and have lived in the UK for at least five years (or three years if married to a British citizen) before applying. 
• Residency Requirements: You cannot have spent more than 450 days outside the UK in the five years prior to applying
• Application Process: You will need to complete an application form, provide supporting documents, and pay a fee.
• English Language Requirement: You must demonstrate proficiency in English, Welsh, or Scottish Gaelic. 
• Life in the UK Test: You will need to pass the Life in the UK test, which assesses your knowledge of British history, culture, and laws. 

Kemi Badenoch has set out her stall to deport 150,000 undocumented migrants per year, using a new Removals Force and is committed to taking Britain out of the ECHR. These will be very popular policies - and they need to be, if she is to get the Tories into power again. But she will also need to think carefully about those legal British citizens who are so alienated from Britain's history, culture, values and laws that they, like Jihad Al-Shamie, are prepared to wage war on other British citizens in the cause of conflicts originating 2,383 miles away.

The carefully-edited propaganda flowing out from Hamas and uncritically foisted on the British public by mainstream telly has been hugely successful in persuading the foolish to align themselves with the "Palestinian" cause. Why was it not possible to stop the pro-Palestine protests on Saturday? Eyebrow Mahmood weakly asked the Protesters to have a little think and stay home, exercise a little decency and restraint, respect the feelings of their fellow British citizens who had been attacked in the place where they should feel safe, in their place of worship. The Protesters said, in effect, Fuck Youse and continued to march in support of an illegal organisation. They even made the police carry them away when they were arrested. One ridiculous middle-aged white woman declared to camera that Israel started the war on Gaza. 

A Home Secretary so weak or so ideologically compromised that she cannot direct her police force to prevent a demonstration in these circumstances is pretty bloody useless. As bad as the Oaf Lammy.

Kemi says she's going to pass legislation to prevent vexatious demonstrations. Trouble is, she won't get the chance.

You can drive yourself mad thinking about this stuff. Let's have some mind-bleach. Over in Belarus, which is not a member of the ECHR, the lads have got the cladding on the forest house. They've put it on across the ways, whereas in Orkney we put it up and down the ways, (vertically, not horizontally, to help stop the rain getting in). They've also installed the log-burning stove.

There are four splendid anthologies of the writings of stanislav and mr ishmael, compiled by his friend, mr verge, the house filthster. You can buy them from Amazon or Lulu. Here's how:

Honest Not Invent, Vent Stack, Ishmael’s Blues, and the latest, Flush Test (with a nice picture of the late, much lamented, Mr Harris of Lanarkshire taking a piss on a totem pole) are available from Lulu and Amazon. If you buy from Amazon, it would be nice if you could give a review on their website.

IIshmaelites wishing to buy a copy from lulu should follow these steps 

please register an account first, at lulu.com. This is advisable because otherwise paypal seems to think it's ok to charge in dollars, and they then apply their own conversion rate, which might put the price up slightly for a UK buyer. Once the new account is set up, follow one of the links below (to either paperback or hardback) or type "Ishmael’s Blues" into the Lulu Bookstore search box. Click on the “show explicit content” tab, give the age verification box a date of birth such as 1 January 1960, and proceed.

Link for Hardcover : https://tinyurl.com/je7nddfr

Link for Paperback : https://tinyurl.com/3jurrzux

https://www.lulu.com/shop/ishmael-smith/flush-test/paperback/product-9yjvn7.html?q=Flush+Test&page=1&pageSize=4

At checkout, try WELCOME15 in the coupon box, which (for the moment) takes 15% off the price before postage. If this code has expired by the time you reach this point, try a google search for "Lulu.com voucher code" and see what comes up.

With the 15% voucher, PB (including delivery to a UK address) should be £16.84; HB £27.04.

Elderberry and dark chocolate muffins

Ingredients

150g elderberries

300g plain flour

200g ground almonds

2 teaspoons baking powder

1 teaspoon bicarbonate of soda

250ml almond milk

200ml maple syrup

4 tablespoons melted coconut oil

80g dark chocolate, roughly chopped

1 teaspoon vanilla extract (or one pod)

Method

Preheat the oven to 180C fan (gas mark 4). Line a 12-hole muffin tray with muffin cases. Add the flour, ground almonds, baking powder and bicarbonate of soda to a large mixing bowl and stir together until well combined, with no lumps.

Pour in the almond milk, maple syrup, melted coconut oil and vanilla extract. Mix well until the batter is thick and smooth. Gently stir in the elderberries and dark chocolate pieces. Fill the muffin cases and bake for 25 – 30 minutes until golden, risen and cooked through. 

Afterwards

 

The three travellers sat together. Unaccustomedly, they all wore good suits of English tweed and brown boots, for were they not all English? By birth or examination?

"A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,

      Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam;

A body of England’s, breathing English air"

 

The travellers were slightly fuddled - it seems as though from forgetful sleep, for it was a long time since they had left the station, and they each bore injuries.

The noise, smoke and shouting had been lulled by the heat of the afternoon and the motion of the train.

They did not converse, 

but when the train drew up unwontedly by a bare platform and no-one left and no-one came, one of them coughed. 

The Conductor immediately appeared, dapper in his railway uniform of black trousers and neat white jacket. His name badge said Abraham.

A breeze stirs the heat. Somewhere, a bee hums. The train waits.

One of the three asked: is this a scheduled stop? How long is the delay?

Abraham replied: the wait is very long. Do you three martyrs wish to take tea while you wait? 

The three stir, confused, the city already far away in corrupted memory.

Abraham pauses. The train breathes steam. Outside, the trees are still.

"You are three, and yet not alike. You are not equal in deed. But you are equal in ending".

And willows, willow-herb, and grass,

And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,

No whit less still and lonely fair

Than the high cloudlets in the sky.

And for that minute a blackbird sang

Close by, and round him, mistier,

Farther and farther, all the birds

Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.

with thanks to Edward Thomas for Adlestrop and Rupert Brooke for The Soldier