Where's the justice?
WHAT an outrage. Our politicians have pandered to a nasty Middle Eastern dictator in the name of trade and released a man found guilty of one of the most outrageous crimes in history - the murder of nearly 300 people on board a plane bound for America.
WHAT an outrage.
Our politicians have pandered to a nasty Middle Eastern dictator in the name of trade and released a man found guilty of one of the most outrageous crimes in history - the murder of nearly 300 people on board a plane bound for America.
No wonder President Obama is annoyed.
This decision is a mistake. Abdelbaset Ali al-Megrahi should have died handcuffed to a hospital bed - with his liberty denied - not been given a hero's welcome.
And why on earth was this a decision for Scotland to make? The bombing of flight 103 was a terrorist attack on the United Kingdom. It is a decision that has reflected on us all, not just the Scots.
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- 2 Suffolk fish and chip van to feature on Escape to the Country
- 3 Richest people in East Anglia revealed on Sunday Times Rich List
- 4 WATCH: Adorable family of foxes enjoy play time at an Ipswich doorstep
- 5 'We are both in love' - Ed Sheeran announces birth of second daughter
- 6 Developer criticised for 'failing to meet obligations'
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- 8 Suffolk campsite named among the best in the UK by the Guardian
- 9 See inside stunning £1.15m home a stone's throw away from Christchurch Park
- 10 Driver taken to hospital after car crashes into parked vehicle
Would we release Osama Bin Laden - if we ever caught him - because he was dying? Would we have released Hitler on compassionate grounds? We didn't release Myra Hindley and she killed far less people and served far longer in prison.
Those poor people blown of the sky didn't have a chance to die with their loved ones around them - why should he?
I am angry. Aren't you?
Of course it puts train robber Ronnie Biggs' release, also totally unwarranted to my way of thinking, into context.
Anyway to stop myself getting too worked up and breaking out in a rage in my small Felixstowe salon with sea views (distant) I had to trawl the news to find something to make me feel proud to be British, and thankfully, it wasn't too difficult.
And there's nothing more British than having a go at smashing records in a desert is there?
This is a picture of the British Steam Car Team on Rogers Dry Lake at Edwards Air Force Base in the Mojave Desert, California, USA where they are attempting to break the 103 year old land speed record - marvellous isn't it?
It has been called the fastest kettle in the world and it's been ten years in the making all funded by a rich American.
And the 25ft-long steam car is aiming to beat a speed of 127mph reached by American Fred Marriott in a Stanley steam car in 1906 at the Daytona Beach Road Course.
That must have been ever so fast for 1906.
I was interested to note that a lady I know and a regular reader of mine called Val - she's big on the amateur theatrical circles in a backstage capacity - agrees with my views on the ancient medieval town of Bury St Edmunds - namely that the monstrosity called the Arc is just that.
Val wrote: “I went to Bury on Monday and felt the same as you about the shopping arcade - all the shops had gone out of the town. “It felt too modern for a nice town like Bury.”
Oh gosh X Factor is back.
My sister Claire, who enjoys murder mysteries and would like to be a farmer's wife, is delighted.
The last time I watched I thought it was little more than glorified karaoke but sometimes these youngsters are quite entertaining.
Talking of which I joined the crowds in Felixstowe on Saturday to watch all sorts of things going on in the town centre including majorettes, Noddy and a rock and roll band, who according to my friend Doreen, who has lots of fingers in pies and an MBE to prove it, were very good.
She said: “They're very versatile. I've been enjoying watching them. They started off doing country and western and now they're on to the Rolling Stones.”
Is summer nearly over? Was it something that I said?
Haven't the evenings been balmy?
I recently found myself in the rather forgotten village of West Row in the west of the county at a friend of mine called Mavis who prefers to be called May.
May, who enjoys the company of cats, entertained in her Aga kitchen with a mid-week roast chicken and salads - including an experimental stuffing made with brown bread and red onion because she was short of the usual ingredients.
We followed with a pudding - bought, but I didn't say anything.
We sat out until gone 9pm but noticed that already the nights are beginning to draw in.
Talking to a journalist friend of mine recently I discovered that the larger you are the quicker you burn when it comes to cremation.
Isn't that a fascinating fact? He'd been to visit a crematorium you see.
Apparently it's to do with body fat - it makes things burn and the more you have the faster the process.
As my friend said to me “You'd go up like a flash, James.”