France yet again seems to be getting ideas above its station by threatening to cut the electricity to Jersey which is supplied by a cable under the sea from France.

You could understand this action being taken if Jersey had not put a shilling in the meter or failed to pay the bill but as far as I know they are up to date with their payments.

I don’t like having to take this jingoistic attitude but in all fairness the French are asking for it, just because our friendship with the EU has taken a turn for the worst and they are going to have less access to our fishing waters, it seems like the actions of a bad loser if you ask me.

It seems to me it is just a repeat of their actions in World War Two when the German blitzkrieg came storming into France fuelled by soldiers who were high on vast quantities of methamphetamines.

The French apparently had more troops and better tanks than the Germans and yet the Germans still overran them because the French had no communications radio.

The Germans would therefore poke their noses out of a wood with their inferior Panzerkampfwagen series of tanks better known as Panzer tanks and then scurry back into the woods only to be followed by the French in their far superior tanks only to be met by a barrage of massive German anti tank guns.

The French, lacking in decent radio contact were unable to stop the carnage until it was too late leaving them unable to stop the Germans occupation of their country and once again we have a lot of angry sullen Frenchmen blaming someone else for their own incompetence.

Had the French and their cronies in the EU been less beastly to us we wouldn’t have left and they wouldn’t be in the situation where they are threatening to turn the lights off in Jersey over the petty loss of a few fish suppers.

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About The Diary of a Country Bumpkin

I am a retired actor, although to be honest I only retired because I wasn't getting any work and the option of becoming an unemployed actor/waiter at my age was ludicrous, especially as my waiting skills are non-existent. Having said I’m retired, I don’t think there really is such a thing as a retired actor for I am still available for work, I just don’t have an agent or any connections with regards to obtaining any worthwhile work. I have over the years done student films when there is nothing else available, always low paid (if at all) the only incentive was always the promised copy of the finished film for your show reel which nine times out of ten always failed to materialise. I spent many years looking after my aged mother who had dementia, hence the lack of acting work but shortly after her death I was lucky enough to run into an ex-girlfriend of many years ago and our romance blossomed once again, resulting in us getting married in 2013. My move to the countryside inspired me to write The Diary of a Country Bumpkin which tells of my continuing dilemmas in dealing with the rigors of the countryside from the unexpectedly large number of pollens, fungal moulds and hay products waiting to attack the unsuspecting townie. I enjoy writing, see my play Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori on The Wireless Theatre Company, The Plays Wot I Wrote and The Battle of Barking Creek both available on and am very fond of classic cars so my ideal occupation would be acting in a film I had written set in the 1930s/40s, we live in hopes. I am delighted to say that since venturing to the countryside where space is not quite the premium it is in town, I have due to the availability of two double garages acquired more classic cars to form a small collection the pride of which are a 1947 Bentley Mk VI and a 2000 Bentley Arnage. My various blogs and websites are continually evolving and I’m sure that by following the appropriate links you will find something which will edify or amuse.
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  1. I remember a trip to Jersey. They have the underground hospital there.

  2. SueW says:

    We lived on Jersey for a few months some forty years ago, half French and half English, such a great combination. We had a friend with a boat and he took us over to France for long leisurely lunches. No customs check either.

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