Behold , Ye Sinners ,
My Brethren , Forsooth ,
I bear thee Glad Tidings ,
of a miraculous Youth ,
born this very day , in 1862 ,
Now bringing his wondrous
Message to you ;
Be joyful , Be Merry ,
on this day of all days ,
Crack open the Sherry ,
and Remember this phrase :
A day like no other ,
I bring thee  for sure ,
And all Ye my people ,
I do thee implore ,
With all things abundant ,
Shall Ye with be blessed ,
for 'tis , as if thee hath  not guessed . . .
SAINT MARTIN'S DAY ! ! !

What is it with the UK ? - Drunken Idiots on the loose , attacking , murdering anyone who confronts them , parents and step-parents torturing their young children . . .
Of Course Thank God It's Not All like that ,  not all  the time .
The Chief Constable of Cheshire wants alcoholic beverages to be made more expensive so that 11 - 16 y.o's cannot so easily afford them ; Why penalise the rest of us , why not just 'come down hard' on whoever is supplying them with the drinks ?
And , people who drink then become agressive , it's not the drink that makes them like that , it's them drinking because thay want to disinhibit and provide an excuse for their nasty tendencies .
And are'nt alcoholic drinks much cheaper in Germany , France and elsewhere ? ~ So , What is it with the UK , and why ?

Raining , Raining ... But I'm so glad to no longer be in that tiny flat in norwich which got so intensely hot during the long hot summers early this century . There is or was a gang of young norwich lads known as the 'atl crew' ; 'above the law' . They got in with and/or intimidated one or two near-neighbours and on hot summer weekends would be out there drinking , always with someones loud music playing , from around 9am to 9pm , and urinating on the grass . Also they carry knives and more than once wrecked and stole from the local pub , attacking staff and customers and assaulting the landlady's daughter .
One very hot saturday evening one of the neighbours decided to have a 'party' - Extremely loud music blasting from speakers positioned outside his door , and not only the 'atl' lot but loads of other undesirables there too .
While talking on the 'phone to my Mum I breifly held the 'phone outside so she could hear some of what was going on . One of the 'partygoers' , who was extremely drunk knocked on our door and accused me of having 'phoned "the old bill" (police) - I said no I did not and I'm not going to talk to you - I shut and locked the door and he put his fist through the glass part of it , severing an artery and leaving  a trail of blood .
Of course I then did 'phone the police .  After they soon arrived the 'party' quietened down , and while I was sweeping up broken glass another 'partygoer' said to me more than once "you're dead , mate " -  I said "are you talking to me ?" and he said "well I'm not talking to the trees am I" - I said " oh shut  up you f***ing prat" and two girls shepherded him away .