Rive Gauche: The Rain Gods gather like a clan of Tartan Wearers over Scone, Perth & Kinross

I was told by a friend in Perth this afternoon – a fellow cigar smoker – that I must be the only person in Scotland who actually enjoys RAIN.  I do.  After years of living in and working in Hot, sunny, countries – my favourite season is Winter.  I like rain, snow, dark skies and brooding, mildly pissed, calls for Scots Independence! Cry Freedom…. !

 

 

Time for some comment from ex-Tory MP and barrister Jerry Hayes

jerryhayes5“I know this is the silly season and I enjoy the manufactured stories about skate boarding ferrets, trampolining squirrels and Diane Abbott having a functioning brain rather than a bowl of custard as much as anybody. The Amish Wing of the Tories nowadays avoid the grouse moors and prefer bespoke baby seal clubbing holidays in Nova Scotia. Corbynistas are in a bit of a dilemma though. Normally they would be off to the socialist paradise of Venezuela, but sadly this gloriously successful country has been systematically undermined by Imperialist American running dogs, forcing its benign government to arrest the traitors, spies and saboteurs that make up the press, judiciary and any political opposition.

So apart from the Trump administration making May’s government look strong and stable and the prospect of a world war triggered by two madman with bad hair there isn’t a lot to write about. Yet there is something bizarre occupying tiny Tory minds. The phenomenon that has become Jacob Rees Mogg. The peculiar case of the Mogg in the night. Now Moggy is a decent old cove and a genuine, rather than manufactured eccentric, unlike Despicable Me impersonator Bozo. Mind you, if someone was brave enough to crack open their sperm banks in 50 years time they would be disappointed. The the tanks would have run dry. These guys don’t come fecund best. Moggy in the sanctity of a catholic marriage and Bozo like an alley cat on viagra. If the the Tory bible, Conservative Home, is to be believed (it’s more Old Testament than New filled with lots of old smite) the Bozo joke is wearing thin and they seem to prefer the cut of young Moggy’s jib. Most sentient folk would scream with hysterical laughter at the thought of a Mogg premiership, but remember we are talking about the Conservative Party many of whom don’t always take their medication and once, when in a floridly Psychotic state, actively considered making Andrea Loathesome their leader.

I haven’t a clue who will be the next Tory leader. But it will be sooner rather than later. This is the most incompetent government I have ever had the misfortune to witness. At a time when we should be in concessionary mode with the EU, Madame is sending edicts from the top of some Swiss mountain about hardening our position. They just haven’t got a clue. And the right wing press cheer her on by calling any of us who commit the heresy of not saying that Brexit will bring us a glorious future traitors. Someone pray for us.

I’m probably wrong but I suspect that Madame will be dissuaded from soldiering on until Armageddon in 2019 by her husband Philip. It will then be too late as we would have been cast into the seventh circle of hell by Barnier and his gang of cheese eating surrender monkeys.

The Tory party conference will be a jittery affair. No great cheers for Madame who will be treated with the respect one gives to a family pet which will have to be put down but nobody has the courage to decide precisely when. It will be dominated by the leadership hopefuls beauty parade. A bit like Love Island for old people. Where everyone gets fucked”

Jerry Hayes Blog 

(Jerry is a good friend.  I’m still not convinced that he is a real Tory – a ‘Secret Liberal’ ?  But a good lawyer and a good friend to me over many years. Helped me greatly some time ago when I needed help.  Did not hesitate for a moment to help.)

Rive Gauche: Trump removing statues?

I will, of course, return to detailed analysis of the laws of our realm when August comes to an end and we move towards an even more ‘dystopian world’ under the Tories and President Trump.

Until then… I shall smoke a few cigars, drink some whisky, enjoy some small Cafe Creme cigars and marvel.   I shall also walk 15 miles a day until the end of the year…rain or shine. I have many rain hats.

Rive Gauche: The definition of Law

This is not to say that I have not enjoyed my time reading and teaching law.  I have. I have also met and taught some very interesting men and women.  But, frankly, there are better things to study and do in one’s life than be involved in a primitive construct because human beings have not worked out how to behave decently to each other in business, families and life generally.

I studied law at Leicester University for my first degree – turning a place down at Cambridge University in favour of Leicester – a good faculty.  Largely a waste of time.  I went to seven lectures and about twenty tutorials in my three years there.   I found reading the law books far more interesting than attending boring law lectures and tutorials were merely an opportunity for the tutor to prove how clever he / she was and how ‘thick or lazy’ the students were.

I also found that a few of the law lecturers were rather pompous. Most were good men and women, particularly Professor Edward Griew.  I did not find any pompous lecturers when I attended Geology, philosophy or art lectures in other faculties.  I regret reading law now, as I look back.  I would have had a more enjoyable life in another field of study! But there we are.

Would I recommend Law to a young person today? Absolutely not.

But there we are.  I am 64…And one only lives once – although I shall devote some time to trying to work out how to live again…possibly, if a dull hour comes up!

Thought du Jour…