Tuesday, 13 May 2008

Tuesday Conundrum

A transfusion, quick, before he bursts all over us!


In England and Wales, the Blood Transfusion Service does sterling work persuading people to donate blood and related products with no thought of personal financial gain. There is an understandable reluctance to pay people to give, as this sort of largesse tends to attract the citizenry of skid row and other pointless people to the doors in droves. The Tuscan gets that, and it seems a sensible approach.

So why is it then that the state is so keen not to apply the same principles to the most precious commodity on the planet, i.e. life itself?

14 comments:

idle said...

Man buried up to his neck in chocolate blancmange claims to be Dwayne Chambers' dad.

Tuscan Tony said...

To use a well worn stock phrase, its wrong on so, so many levels, that pic.

Anonymous said...

As for the gypsy marriage, your move to Italy has removed you from the influence of the multiculti lobby which is now as muscular as the chap in the photo. The young are taught today that no ethnic folkway or custom is better than any other. If you were forcibly returned, you too would incline toward this view within two years, thanks to the influence of the media, and your children would be wearing bones in their noses or towels on their heads.

Tuscan Tony said...

Anon, the lunacy that is accepted as day-to-day normalcy in Engerlund is thrown into sharpest focus when on the outside looking in. WTF was that episode in Oxford Street all about, then? Peckam, or the Bainlieus of Paris, perhaps, but not England's premier (albeit a tad tawdry) shopping address. I lived just off Oxford Street for a while, during the offloading of the first Tuscana; ghastly to imagine some scrote trying it on with me as I scuttled home from Selfridges.

grumpy grandad said...

Admit it! This THE BEAST and you have him locked up in your new outhouse/barn/extension/cowshed whatever...

The Beast Of Clerkenwell said...

Glad to see that the diet is working
Tony you look ripped.
As I type Mr Fawkes is tucking in a mayan magnum ice cream bar as I type, so is unlikey to achieve such physical perfection,me, im drinking a strong lager and watching him.

electro-kevin said...

"I fuckin' hate pikies."

Probably the greatest line in a film ever.

Tuscan Tony said...

Grumps, sadly those places are fulll of Austrians at the moment - a very popular holiday concept for that nationality this year.

Beast, the probem is getting the Speedos off at the end of a photo sessios, as you can no doubt imagine.


E-K - a film absent from the Tuscan portfolio - will correct this defect immediately

Anonymous said...

The Blood Transfusion thing they have really screwed up, you now have to make an appointment to give blood you can't just walk in anymore,so I have stopped going,last time I went they had a moan at me for not making an appointment,I wouldn't mind but they were good gettimg people in and out without problems, now well they must have lost quite a few people including me,as I was a regular 56 on the gold card ,sad times we live in.

-eve- said...

Wondered why you had so many gypsies, and this line explains it...

'but there are fears that similar underground ceremonies could become common as the number of gypsies in Britain rises following the eastwards expansion of the EU. '

And their countries are kicking them out, but yours welcomes them, so of course they'll come... :-)

Tuscan Tony said...

anon - how sad. Some things are just left as a sort of "muddle through it'll work"; the Moscow rubbish collection service in the times of the Soviet Union being a case in point - highly centrally organised, totally useless. When the cenral rubbish management committee asked how the UK system worked so well, the answer was "no one "organises" it; we just get on wi' it, sunshine.

-eve- my sources tell me the Romanian government is wetting itself with laughter over the situation, at one stroke they've got rid of the uterly pointless fiscal drag on their countries, i.e. the Roma, to nations led by eople who will tie themselves in knots rather than admit the glaring truth; the Roma as a species is a waste of space, oxygen and financial resource.

Barnsley Bill said...

That picture would be the most repugnant you have ever posted Tony.
Down here at the end of the world I am not permitted to donate blood.
Anybody who hails from 1980's Britain is verbotten from giving claret due to the fact that we all have mad cow or some other such nonsense.
Luckily the inland revenue department in NZ does not discriminate and behaves like the live organ donor team from the meaning of life.

Ms Smack said...

Omg he's awful

Tuscan Tony said...

BB - ah, I wondered why; read that refusal for Britblood somewhere before but didn't know why.

Ms S - not sure if he's real or a gnome sitting in some sort of fairgournd attraction plastic body. Or possibly The Hitch, who has been absent and quite possibly ekeing out an existence on a diet of steroids and Lucozade, by the look of him.