Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Hillary's Village

OK, Someone had to ask. And so it was that someone did.

"What is Hillary's Village REALLY like, Knackered old Tavern Keeper", came a voice from the corner.

Heads turned. I pulled a pint.

"I could spend an hour pointing out some bits about it", I replied, "but you know the old saying... A Picture says a Thousand Words."

This one scratches the surface.

I pulled a pint for everyone.

Drink deep.



  1. "Scratched the surface"?
    Damned RIGHT you (barely) scratched the surface!
    "A picture's worth a thousand words"?
    Good, because no-one has a server bank LARGE enough to serendipitously "malfunction" with all those documents. And as far as the Political Science of Economics currently "practiced" here (US), well....It's all Greek to me.

    1. I would really like to have you stand in the bar, Capt. You would need to speak English a little more clearly though. You always have something useful to say but a translator is sometimes needed. And I don't trust Google to do it.

      There is a message pad on the left side of the bar (look down) which comes direct to me. Or, you have my email, Shirley?


Ne meias in stragulo aut pueros circummittam.

Our Bouncer is a gentleman of muscle and guile. His patience has limits. He will check you at the door.

The Tavern gets rowdy visitors from time to time. Some are brain dead and some soul dead. They attack customers and the bar staff and piss on the carpets. Those people will not be allowed in anymore. So... Be Nice..