FIFA Code of Ethics

ethics plural noun[moral principles that govern a person's or group's behavior] 

Sleep well Alex ?

Over the moon ! ! ! !

If only a fraction of the time, money and effort spent protecting this woman’s backside had actually been invested by her in implementing basic child protection procedures in Haringay – there is every possible reason to believe that Peter Connelly would today be a healthy 5 year old boy with a long life ahead of him having been permenantly removed from the custody of his sadistic mother and boyfriend, by a properly fuctioning social services department.

To her utter shame, such thoughts were a million miles away from Sharon Shoesmith as she stood on the steps of the High Court yesterday "thrilled and over the moon" that a Judge had decreed that the then Children's Minister Ed Balls had been wrong to relieve her of her £130,000 post. 

Frankly no one gives a pig’s burp that she’s now got a lot to say about Ed Balls. The fact that she has had precisely nothing to say about her corporate complicity in the systematic torture and murder of Peter Connelly is what really gets up peoples noses, makes them point at her in the street. 

I say she has had nothing to say – until now. Almost able to smell that large pile of taxpayer’s compensation cash - she now feels able to express sorrow about Peter Connelly's death on her watch, sorrow that will allegedly stay with her for the rest of her life - apparently. 

You would desperately, desperately hope so.

Visca el Barça !

Parts of Manchester earlier today resembled Berlin circa. 1940. The worlds' media had gathered at the Manchester Utd facility of physical excellence in Carrington ahead of the Champions League Final in London on Saturday. Obergruppenfuhrer Ferguson was available for limited questions. 

Instructions had to be obeyed - strictly no questions relating to anything other than the Champions League Final. What could they possibly mean? Their plan was  being meticulously executed - until one journalist had the fatal temerity to ask how important Ryan Giggs would be to the team on Saturday given that he is the most experienced Champions League player in the clubs' history.

To the sound of automatic weapons being readied, Ferguson leaned over to his Propaganda Officer Fräulein Shotbolt (that's her real name - honestly) and menacingly demanded to know the identity of the schweinehund before ordering that he be banned from the next press conference on Friday. That is of course, if he survives.

Because whilst all this was going on, down the road in affluent Worsley, press photographers gathered outside the mansion belonging to Ryan Giggs were being attacked, intimidated and their vehicles trashed by masked men. These would no doubt be the same moronic men in black who gathered outside the Rooney mansion last year to persuade that player he might want to reconsider his ill advised transfer request.

Still, as the fans sing, ad nauseum, in the red half of the city - "we're Man Utd and we do what we want". They most certainly do - from the top right down to the pond life at the bottom.

So much for the free press

Hasn't Pauline suffered enough ?

The ITV Saturday night TV scheduling meeting must have been a corker this week. 

Hmmmmmmm . . . . . . . . . how to tempt viewers away from the Eurovision 'Song' Contest ? 

Got it - an hours worth of a sycophantic little shit crawling up the arse interviewing a functionally illiterate former Deputy PM famous for shagging his secretary, punching the crap out of a member of the public, and being a failed binge eater bulimic.

You lucky people

Et les votes pour Le Royaume-Uni  . . . . Nul points, merci beaucoup et bonne nuit

Warning - graphic image

What, too soon ?

Disgrace

Lord Treisman accuses FIFA Vice President Jack Warner, no stranger to the stench of dirty cash, of demanding £2.5 million in exchange for casting his vote in favour of the doomed England 2018 World Cup bid. It's not as bad as it sounds though, he was going to build a school in Trinidad with the cash once it had been chanelled through his grubby hands - and he planned to have his own offices built in the school as well.

Presumably FIFA's corruption academy has had to seek alternative accommodation

Other selected FIFA delegates were allegedly prepared to vote for us as well - at a price. The man from Paraguay insisted on a knighthood, Brazil's representative was open to any offers and Thailand's finest would do it provided he could pocket the TV cash generated by a conveniently arranged friendly game against England in Bangkok.

Sepp Blatter has promised to investigate . . . . . zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Er . . . . No !

Hypocrisy strikes

London commuters have become accustomed these days to Underground Tube drivers all too easily dancing to the rhetoric of their resident communist class warrior and £100k + salaried thug union leader Bob Crow. Strike action swiftly follows invariably on the spurious grounds that the safety of passengers and underground staff is being put at risk by some or other wicked dastardly deed perpetrated by the evil management  cutting this and cutting that.

The latest two week strike (yes two weeks !) on the London Underground has been called this week because the RMT is upset about two drivers who have been sacked. Allegedly, one of them for foul and abusive behaviour towards another employee (that's bullying and intimidation to normal people) and the other for completely overriding his trains safety systems as he hurtled through the tunnels (that's gross negligence to most of us particularly those who happened to be in that dickheads train).

Quite a few potential breaches of safety regulations during that drivers shift I would suggest and ample grounds for dismissing someone from their £45K plus perks job. However comrades, that is not the kind of safety issue that troubles the snarling Bob Crowe and his luddite mob who are only interested in safety issues when it gets them a few days off. The RMT insist both drivers were sacked simply because they were both union activists.

Said it before . . . . that's the left for you