A Rare Political Post

 You will know that I rarely get involved in politics. My own are firmly anarchist, and my concern is usually the higher planes. That said there is a saying that Witches Meddle and so I will post some memes to remind readers from the US to do the Right Thing.

Spirit of Place: the Lord Mayor of Birmingham opens Joe Lycett's Kitchen

In the words of Joe himself:

Today is one of the greatest days in the history of the City of Birmingham. It is officially one year since the opening of my kitchen extension, The Mosquito Wing, by The Lord Mayor of Birmingham.
In March 2019 I emailed the office of The Lord Mayor Yvonne Mosquito asking if she would open my kitchen extension. Her people said no because it is a private event and she doesn’t do private events. And also presumably because it’s a kitchen extension. 
Furious, I suggested that perhaps I could make it a public event, raffle off tickets for members of the public to join, and give the proceeds to the Lord Mayor’s charity. She agreed and the event was set. Thousands of people applied to win just four tickets. 
Then a year to the day the Lord Mayor came and opened my kitchen. She cut a ribbon, made a speech, unveiled the plaque and stayed for drinks and canapés. 
Many local and international celebrities attended, BBC Radio 1 were the official broadcast partner and local BBC News did the weather live from the kitchen. We raised £3000 and later that year I presented a massive cheque to the Mayor outside the town hall.
Thank you for reading and may I wish you a very Happy Mosquito Wing Day.

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Comments on my May is Masturbation Month Post

Some kind soul, well no, tell a lie, some bot has left some comments on my post about Masturbation Month. They are so funny that I will repost them without the links:

Your clothes would look nice on my bedroom floor. 

Is sex dirty? Only when it’s being done right. Click here and check me out.

Shut up and kiss me. 

These comments have made me laugh so much that in a good mood I am doing a giveaway. I don't show my face on this blog (although I am out as a witch at work) mainly because I do use this blog to pour out some angst, but anyone who leaves a comment with their email address will get a non-nude pin up of me.

Come on, queue in an orderly fashion!

What a Month

I have had...

I honestly don't go around looking for trouble, but it seems to find me. There is a pattern whenever this happens, that allies also come out of the woodwork at the same time. Obviously I'm a very convincing psychopath.

I have sold my mother's house to someone who is (to quote the estate agent) 'exactly the kind of buyer you want, he is honorable and doesn't go back on his word'. I don't think estate agents often tell their customers about offers in those words, and I can tell when witchy values are in the air.

Work continues to be interesting. I like the team I am in, and the grievance I put in some time ago, which has been on hold because of coronavirus, is going to be heard in September.

I have since then whistle blown about something. I seem genuinely to have reached the point where I am so done with shit. I heartily concur with this quote.

A thought

 

Harvest

I like it lots when things I have sown years before come to fruition. Regular readers will remember the spot of bother at work I had some years ago, largely because of my manager at the time, Zippy. She was a bit screwed up to start off with, but was hit by the menopause, lost any interest in her job, and started asking any man she met to impregnate her. She shagged a friend of mine on the organisation's premises - sadly I couldn't cause her grief because although he had given me a rather sickening blow-by-blow account, I have a certain loyalty to him. She then tried to get him in trouble the day after for doing something which really wasn't a thing, which merely indicates what a cow she is. Then she married the least evidently heterosexual man in world history who made her pregnant in circumstances I don't care to think about. Another of her former friends who she has stabbed in the back told me that Zippy's husband doesn't like sex - since he previously gave me the come on with a very obvious hard on, I feel he likes sex perfectly well, just not with his wife. She miscarried his baby and then discovered she had Lady trouble, and they spent a fortune on IVF which failed - all while they didn't own a house or even a bed, and their baby was conceived on a mattress on the floor. She was already pushing fifty at this point and had stopped doing anything which might look like management of the team.

This is all background to say that I saw a job advertised in the team this week and Zippy is no longer manager. I got the cards depicted as an explanation of what happened and that's definitely pushed by a lot of stuff coming home at once. I love it when a plan comes together.

Spirit of Place: A Happy Memory

I came across the picture which illustrates this post on somebody's Twitter and it brought back a flood of happy memories. When I was a young puppy (not in a fetish way, I hasten to add) there were many empty sites around the city centre. I think this one has been cleared preparatory to building Brindley Place but a lot of them dated back as far as the second world war and were of course the result of bombing. This meant that when the Inner Ring Road was intact you had the very small city centre proper, and a circle of post-industrial or just plain empty land before the inner city started. Of course this circle was incomplete or patchy but it was very strange to have just nothing near the centre of the city.