On Monday night there was a television documentary on called WWI: Finding the Lost Battalions regarding attempts to identify the recently discovered bodies of around 250 British and Australian troops who died during the brutal Battle of Fromelles in July 1916, half way through the First World war and who had been buried in unmarked communal graves.

This process had been made more difficult by the fact that most formal identification had been taken from the bodies mostly by the Germans, who had forwards this on to the Red Cross, so that the families of the dead could be informed that their husband, lover or child had fallen and lay amongst the bodies of his comrades in a foreign field.

Hence, in addition to DNA testing, it was necessary to examine other objects which had lain with the bodies for almost a hundred years.

One particularly poignant item, amongst many, was a tiny leather pouch in the shape of a heart, which when the century old stitches were painstakingly unpicked, revealed its long concealed contents, what remained of a lock of hair. The tiny item, evidence of a love torn apart by that cruel war, had been carried into battle by the object of that love and then it had lain with him throughout that century and into the next.

A small fragile token of a love long forgotten, shared by lovers now long dead, but with the power to touch us now in another time and in another world.

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Anyone who has watched Channel 4 for in excess of twenty minutes within the last ten days will know that they will be showing a series of documentaries over this coming week entitled “Bloody Foreigners” which they describe as “highlighting the role played by foreigners at iconic moments and crucial turning points in British history”.

The multicultural zealots at channel 4 certainly seem very anxious to promote “Bloody foreigners” as the trailer for the series seems to run between every programme and almost at the end of every commercial break. Again and again the same commercial is repeated as if the makers are desperate that nobody should fail to notice it is on or not understand what it is all about.

“We are an Island nation, we have withstood invasion and foreign intervention for centuries ....or so we like to think!” snarls the narrator “However, if you take a closer look and you will find the people who sailed the ships and fought the battles which forged this country, weren't always British!” by this point, if you shut your eyes, you can imagine the drops of saliva drooling down his chin as he spits the words into the microphone, the final word “British” almost hissed with twisted lipped contempt. His words are spoken , aggressively, challengingly, almost threateningly like a playground bully pointing to an imagined victory, or maybe a rapist reminding his victim what's been done to her.

Whatever the views of the actor reading the lines, his venomous delivery certainly manages to embody the hatred and contempt with which the elitist effluent who commissioned this series view the native people of our islands.

Diane Abbot, standing for Labour leader

Yes I know she is the token, black, female candidate, I know the pundits say she doesn't stand a chance and that she only managed to gain enough nominations to stand for election as the next Labour leader so that there would be a "diverse" choice of candidates. I know all that .... but .....but...!!

All it takes is for Labour to do something really, really stupid (it wouldn't be the first time, they actually thought Brown was electable - and the Guardian is already worried) then the Con-dom Coalition collapses (it could easily happen) we could have another election within the next twelve months. Then, if enough idiots, led by the multi-culti zealots in the media, decide "Wow wouldn't it be really neat and politically correct to vote for a totally unqualified black Marxist!!", this women could be the Prime Minister of Britain in a year.

Crazy? beyond belief?, maybe, but it happened in America.