Health and Safety at Agincourt

This Sunday sees the 600th anniversary of the Battle of Agincourt, October 25th, 1415 a battle won by the English (and Welsh) against all the odds.  I wonder what would have happened if a similar event had occurred in these politically correct days………….

King (to his troops) – “We few, we happy few, we band of brothers….”

Health and Safety Official  – “Hey you, what do you think you’re playing at?

K. – “Well, I’m just about to give battle to the French and I thought I’d try and rally the men.”

H.S.O. – “Really, and what do you think you’re doing with all those bows and arrows? Where are the safety guards for those sharp points?

K. – “We were going to fire them at the French.”

H.S.O. – “What! Have you any idea how dangerous those things are? Have you issued safety goggles to your bowmen and have you carried out a full risk assessment?”

K. – “I beg your pardon?”

H.S.O.  – “And what about those wooden stakes?

K. – “Er, we were going to put them in the ground so we’d have some protection if the French cavalry decided to attack us.”

H.S.O. – “Are you stupid, have you considered what would happen if the horses suddenly stopped and threw the riders on to those stakes? They could do themselves a nasty injury.”

K. – “That’s the idea!”

H.S.O. – “And these soldiers of yours, are they on minimum wage contracts?

King – “What?”

H.S.O. – “How much do you pay them?”

K – “Pay them?”

H.S.O. – “And have you made any provision for sick leave, parenting leave and fulfilled all the criteria regarding gay rights, religious discrimination and sex discrimination? Do you employ any female employees or people from ethnic minorities”.

K. – “Eh?”

H.S.O. “Are your employees incentivised? Do you give them targets?

K.  – “Oh yes, of course. We train them to aim for the head or the heart. Well the heart really because you can still cause serious damage if your aim is a bit off centre.”

H.S.O. – “Who are you anyway?

K. – “I’m King Henry V”

H.S.O. – “Yeah, yeah and I’m Julius Caesar.

K. – “No, I really am the king and I’m the undisputed leader of this fine body of men.”

H.S.O – “They don’t look very fine to me”

K. – “That’s because we ran out of supplies and they’ve been living on nuts and berries for the last few days and most of them have got dysentery.”

H.S.O. – “Alright, that’s it. I’m afraid I’m going to have to close down this operation  without further notice. There’ll be no more invading of  France for you, sunshine.

K. – “Sergeant-at-arms. I’ve no idea what planet this jester is from but, methinks, it’s certainly one unfamiliar to me. Take him away, remove his head and let’s start this confounded battle! Cry God for Harry, England and St George!”

(With apologies to William Shakespeare)

Losers

Sometimes money cannot buy you everything as England’s hapless rugby team have just demonstrated for all the world to see. More players, more facilities and more money spent than any other competing nation, in an attempt to make them world beaters, have counted for nothing.

Inept, indecisive and uninspiring leadership from coach to captain. Poor team selection, naive tactics and indiscipline from many players put paid to any chance of repeating what their illustrious predecessors did back in 2003.

As with many English sports, our coaches are too obsessed with computer statistics, spread sheets and charts. When will they learn that their players are not robots and the qualities that determine winners cannot be measured by a computer? How can qualities like hunger, the will to win and a refusal to accept defeat be quantified? How can a computer measure a spark of brilliance?

There is no wonder that both coach and captain feel that they have let their country down. They are both decent men but sports fans don’t want decent, they want winners.

No Care for our Heroes

On Saturday it was reported in the Independent newspaper that “Britain’s oldest POW is now living off handouts”. I read the story and was horrified to learn that ex-World War II soldier and Nazi prison camp survivor, Robbie Clark, aged 97, registered blind and in a wheelchair, is surviving off charity handouts and is in danger of being evicted from his home by Brent Borough Council, north London.

Evidently, Mr Clark used up his savings of £50,000 in paying his £960 a week care bill and now the council have said they will only pay a contribution of £451 a week, meaning that he could be forced to live in a care home, a prospect that the former prisoner of war views with dread.

Why, I wondered? Even in a country that generally treats its ex-military with indifference and scant respect , how could this happen?

I decided to visit the website of Brent Council and there discovered that, of its 63 councillors, 1 is Liberal, 6 are Conservative and 56 are Labour, the party whose new leader is an avowed socialist and who refuses to sing the National Anthem. Further, the Council boasts on its website that “Brent  is the second most culturally diverse borough in the UK”.

Now it makes sense, an ex-soldier of the detested former empire? Certainly not a priority and certainly not diverse enough for the politically correct rulers of Brent Borough Council.

Never mind that, we should expect nothing less from a socialist run organisation proud of its ethnic and cultural diversity.  We should be more concerned about what it says about our country as a whole. A country that expects  its young men and women to risk their lives in time of war but then, if they are fortunate enough to return, is not prepared to look after them in old age and infirmity.

Remember the Few

This year marks the 75th anniversary of the Battle of Britain and tomorrow, September 15th, was the day when the tide of the summer-long battle of 1940 finally turned, causing Germany to abandon its plans to invade Britain.

September 15th, known as Battle of Britain day, was pivotal to the struggle because so ferocious was the British (and allied) defence of these islands and so heavy the destruction of German bombers, particularly on that day, that Hitler was forcefully persuaded to reconsider his strategy.

So, as you go about your daily business tomorrow, pause for a moment and spare a thought for those brave young men of the RAF (the average age of a Battle of Britain pilot was 20) who fought for the freedom of their country and who, in many cases, made the ultimate sacrifice.

At the time, Winston Churchill was moved to say, “Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few”. We still owe them and we must never forget them.

Last of the Dambusters

The news that Squadron Leader Les Munro, the last surviving pilot of the famous Dambusters, had died earlier this week in his native New Zealand at the age of 96, provided a poignant reminder of a time that now seems like aeons ago.

In fact, it is just over 72 years since 133 RAF pilots and crew set off in their Lancaster bombers from RAF Scampton, Lincolnshire on the night of May 16th, 1943 to bomb the Moehne, Eder and Sorpe dams in Germany, names firmly engraved in the memory of many a post-war British schoolboy.

Of the 133 airmen only 77 returned and whilst the mission largely achieved its objectives it didn’t cripple the German war effort as was hoped. The raid did however capture the imagination of the long-suffering British public and provided a massive boost to morale and national prestige after nearly 4 years of war and suffering.

There are now only two surviving crew left from the raid, old men now of course, and the death of Squadron Leader Munro is a reminder of how much we owe to all of those airmen both British and Allied, and of course to Roy Chadwick, the designer of the Avro Lancaster and Barnes Wallis ingenious inventor of the famous bouncing bomb which caused such damage to the dams.

Deadly Attacks

Yesterday, the BBC online news service contained two reports that demonstrate just how far we English have declined.

First of all was the report of an emergency 999 telephone call made by a man claiming he had been chased by a malevolent badger – which for the information of any town dwellers reading this blog, is a cute, shy creature about the size of a small to medium dog that feeds predominantly on worms and slugs!

Secondly, I read a report of another emergency call made by someone claiming a seagull had tried to rip a sandwich from out of his hand!

To think we once ruled the greatest empire the world had ever seen.

That’s as maybe but presumably our brave soldiers never had to contend with a regiment of highly trained badgers!

Rewriting History

I recently read an article in the Independent newspaper on the subject of the battle of Waterloo and the forthcoming celebrations to commemorate the 200th anniversary of the British and Allied victory of June 18th, 1815. The writer said that the victory was of little importance, argued that the British (and particularly the English) played a small part and went on to say that the winning general was Irish.

It is of course fashionable, particularly among the country’s liberal elite, to question Britain’s achievements and wherever possible to belittle them and even to rewrite history, so it’s worth looking at those statements.

Waterloo, as Wellington himself said, was a “near run thing” and if Napoleon had won who knows what might have happened?  The whole of Europe was ranged against Napoleon, and his plan, born of necessity,  was for a quick victory in Belgium over Wellington’s British Allied army and Blucher’s Prussians before turning east to face the armies of Russia and Austria.

He almost succeeded and the fact that he didn’t was down primarily, in the opinion of most military historians, to the abilities of Wellington, the quality of the 20,000 British troops and 6,000 troops of the King’s German Legion under his command (totalling less than one third of his forces) plus the eventual late arrival on the field of battle of Blucher’s Prussians.

If  Napoleon had won the battle who is to say what the effect would have been on the morale of the Austrians and Russians? Would they have fancied their chances against his undoubted military genius? Might they instead have sued for peace? What would have happened to Europe? Who knows? It is, of course, mere conjecture

As for Wellington’s nationality, he was of Anglo-Irish protestant stock, born in Dublin and educated at Eton. He regarded himself as English and when referred to as Irish, due to his place of birth, he is alleged to have replied “If I had been born in a stable would that make me a horse?”

None of that is to derogate the Irish who contributed mightily to the history of this country and her former empire but it would be nice if certain modern commentators could at least give the English some credit.

NOTE: On the anniversary of the battle of Trafalgar I half expect some revisionist to declare that Nelson wasn’t English either – actually, when you think about it Horati O’Nelson does sound a little suspicious!

The Little Boats

Tomorrow, sees the 75th anniversary of the  decision to evacuate the British army from the beaches of Dunkirk following its retreat from an advancing German army that had hitherto conquered all before it.

On May 27th, 1940 the evacuation, codenamed Operation Dynamo, began and lasted until June 4th when over 300,000 British soldiers, along with several thousand of their French counterparts, were transported across the English Channel to safety.

Although they had to leave the vast majority of their weapons  behind them, the successful evacuation, by the Royal Navy and hundreds of small civilian boats, captured the imagination of the British public and proved an immeasurable boost to morale in what were undoubtedly Britain’s darkest days.

Of course, the respite was temporary and many major battles lay ahead, not least the Battle of Britain, just weeks later, when the RAF defied the might of the German Luftwaffe and safeguarded the British Isles from the grim fate that befell the rest of Europe. Dunkirk may well have been a retreat and a defeat but it felt like a victory.

Those little boats will live forever in the memory of this nation not least for the hope that they gave to a people who, prior to that successful evacuation, must have almost forgotten what the word meant.

The Government You Deserve

Thomas Jefferson, founding father and 3rd president of the USA, is credited with saying “The government you elect is the government you deserve.”

England is a conservative country and has elected a Conservative government so, for England at least, we have the government we deserve. The same cannot be said of Scotland, which is now predominantly represented by the Scottish Nationalist Party, a militant and socialist organisation diametrically opposed to English conservatism.

The implications for the new government are clear, do nothing and Scotland will inevitably head towards independence causing the UK to collapse. To preserve the UK, changes will have to be made by either giving Scotland further devolved powers or by altering the whole set up of the UK and creating a US style federation. None of this must be funded or underwritten by the English taxpayer and this has to be driven home to the Scottish Nationalist Party leadership.

Talking of which, Alex Salmond, the former Scottish Nationalist Party leader, stated this morning that “the Scottish lion has roared”. Maybe, but I would hope that Parliament’s other members, outnumbering his party by 12 to 1, will convert that roar to a mew. I doubt it though and  I think we had better prepare ourselves for five years of whingeing and disruption by the Scottish Nationalists until they get what they want.

Happy Saint George’s Day!

Today is St George’s Day, the national day of England. But where are all the flags and why aren’t we enjoying a public holiday in celebration? Well, actually, we English don’t really make that much of a fuss. Perhaps it’s something to do with our famous reserve.

Most English, typifying the phlegm and understatement, for which we are renowned,  are content to quietly slip under the radar just muddling along in true English fashion. Times have changed of course and a patriotic Victorian would barely recognise the England of today, or would he?

The reserve is still there, so too the inventiveness and wit, though few of today’s English leaders would be able to match the wit of Lord Palmerston, the great 19th century Foreign Secretary and Prime Minister.

Evidently a fawning French diplomat (aren’t they all?) once said to the great man “If I were not French, I would wish to be English” to which Palmerston replied “If I was not English, I would wish to be English”.

I’ll drink to that! In fact, in a couple of hours time I will be doing so in the company of forty like-minded, red rose-wearing Englishmen celebrating our national day by enjoying some roast beef washed down by flagons of English ale. Actually most of us will be drinking French and Australian wine but English ale sounds so much better, doesn’t it!

May I leave the last word (literally) to Lord Palmerston.  As he lay on his death bed, fussed over by anxious medical staff, he exclaimed  “Die my dear doctor, that is the last thing I shall do”! An English wit to the end!

A Happy Saint George’s Day to one and all!