The Cannabis Act has passed its final hurdle recently (yesterday, 19th June) making Canada the first country in the G7 to legalise the drug's recreational use.
The bill controls and regulates how the drug can be grown, distributed, and sold, enabling Canadians to be able to buy and consume cannabis legally as early as this September.
Contrast this with the UK's approach which denies medical cannabis to a six year old boy suffering with epilepsy:
A six-year-old boy whose rare form of epilepsy dramatically improved after using cannabis has been denied a request for a medical cannabis licence by the Government.
The boy has a childhood epilepsy (PCDH19) that causes multiple seizures and he experiences up to 30 fits a day and once had 3 000 seizures and 48 hospital visits in the space of just a year.
He saw his seizures considerably reduce when he travelled to the Netherlands to take a cannabis-based medication prescribed by a paediatric neurologist last September. It is estimated that with the Dutch cannabis medication he would have about 20 seizures a year.
But the Home Office has denied the family’s request for medical cannabis oil, which remains illegal in the UK*.
Are you in the cinema or your living room? Here’s a handy guide for people who don’t know how to behave.
Some people apparently get confused about where they’re watching a film and what behaviour is acceptable. There are two broad options:
– A public cinema: please shut up for the duration of the broadcast. – The privacy of your own home: feel free to chat and ask stupid questions about the plot.
If you’re not sure where you are, here’s a convenient checklist. You’re probably in the cinema if most of the following apply:
– There appears to be a power cut but that can’t be right because the telly’s still on. – You can’t remember having this much furniture. – You’re puzzled as to why your partner seems to have installed a glowing fire exit sign above the hallway door.
Sound and vision
– The screen is like, really, really big. – It’s incredibly loud but you can’t work out how to turn the volume down (disregard this point if you’re over seventy when this is normal). – The film hasn’t buffered once and you feel pleased that BT has finally got its act together.
Food and drink
– You’re eating your own body weight in popcorn (this only happens in the cinema as it’s actually pretty weird). – Someone tuts every time you eat a Pringle. – You had to hand over the best part of a fiver for that share bag of Revels you’re eating all by yourself (disregard this point if your flatmate is a tight northerner).
– You find yourself thinking, ‘Whose kids are these and how did they get in?’ – Loads of strangers keep using your loo. – Big burly men are asking you to leave the premises (disregard this point if you’re hopelessly behind with the rent).
With their football team winning their first and well on the way to the knockout stages of the WC, the cricket eleven are also pulling their weight with an all time record breaking thrashing of Australia in the one dayers.
England scored 481 - 6 in fifty overs, beating their previous record of 444 - 3 (against Pakistan in 2016.
Looks like Trent Bridge is a favourite venue as both enormous wins took place there. Record-breaking England
Highest men's one-day international total.
England's biggest ODI win and Australia's heaviest defeat in terms of runs.
The record for most boundaries hit in an ODI with 62. The previous mark of 59 was held by England and Sri Lanka.
Morgan become the first batsman to score 3,000 ODI runs in England and Wales
Bairstow is only the eighth player to score four centuries in six ODI innings, after Virat Kohli, David Warner, Quinton de Kock, Kumar Sangakkara, Hashim Amla, AB de Villiers and Zaheer Abbas.
Bairstow has hit four ODI centuries in 2018, equalling David Gower's record in a calendar year (1983).
Bairstow & Roy recorded their fourth century opening stand, equalling the England record shared by Nick Knight and Marcus Trescothick.
With Germany's disastrous result still haunting my thoughts and slowly sinking in, we only have one option; beat Sweden on Saturday.
My only fear? We won't do it.
And based on what I saw last Sunday, I really think we will lose. We don't seem to have confidence or self belief, I can't see us scoring, we are carrying too many passengers (Mesut Özi and Sammi Khedira hardly featured for me), we are unable to retain possession (usually a German strength) and I think the nation's expectations are brutal, adding to the already intense pressure.
But I do believe in Löw and he has the experience to get the tactics right, so if the players can respond as they should with a couple of new faces, I am keeping all fingers crossed that my least favourite shirt in God knows how many years will get an extended run.
I would be thrilled to wear it against South Korea (Wednesday, 27th) knowing a win for us would get us through into the knockouts.
We left the pad at 10:30 and were seated in the waiting room by 10:45. At 11:00 wifey and I were shown into see the consultant and she had a very thorough check over with the doctor not convinced wifey's problem was a tendon or ligament problem at all. Rather, a back/spine problem causing nerve damage which was manifesting itself in her foot.
An X-ray confirmed his suspicions and wifey was given further options of an MRI check leading to surgery to rectify the protruding disc. He suggested neither, instead offering medical shoe inserts to aid walking (plus pain killers) along with physiotherapy, laser and traction treatment.
We had no idea if our medical insurance would cover any of this but he sent a nurse out to contact our company and she returned to explain everything was include bar the inserts (THB 1 400 for the pair), which was really good news.
Wifey was then taken away to begin her first session there and then, she is back today for her second and has been booked into next week to complete her course to see how she responds to treatment before a second consultation.
Seriously, off the street into see the doctor, an X-ray and treatment all in under two hours- and her physio lasted an hour. Cost came to under THB 6 000 (so about £140) but with the insurance taking the brunt, you just have to be impressed at the medical profession here in Bangkok.
When did I miss Mohamed Salah buying Egypt and it becoming his property?
I've lost count of I have read "Mohamed Salah's Egypt" in the press and sports' pages.
You could start a right good drinking game with that phrase and to start you off, here're two pints from the BBC and TG- and that is just today:
Russia moved to the brink of qualifying for the last 16 of the World Cup after the host nation beat Mohamed Salah's Egypt in St Petersburg. Russia all but qualify for knockout stage with win over Mo Salah’s Egypt
And while we're at it, I understand the man has been out with a dislocated shoulder- for quite a number of weeks. Showing once again just how dainty footballers are (nowt personal, just using the guy to illustrate my point) we have MotoGP riders come off their bikes and dislocate shoulders during practise and yet they get back on in the afternoon and race- at over 200 mph for nearly 45 minutes, lap after lap.
Thank God. We are on the final, last ever episode and I can't recall being so happy. One more shit awful hour of this toss and we're free. I have just checked out the rating on the usually reliable IMDb and they score it and I just cannot see how. 8.2? I would even give it 2.8.
Gene Hunt has become a bullying, sexist moron incapable of delivering any dialogue without sneering or shouting. He is unable to drive his chav mobile anywhere sober, within the speed limits or without wheel spinning and he has become a predictable bore.
Alex Drake spends more time with furrowed brows looking into the past/present/future with not one single reference to her daughter, her entire raison d'être to go back to her time. She bleats on about doing things "by the book" and happily aids and abets every bending of the law when it suits.
You have the two dippy on/off lovebirds who are so wet you would see damp rising if they strayed too close to the walls. They are so retarded one wonders how they got past recruitment and spend most of the time simpering to one another looking like extras from a Spandau Ballet concert.
Then there is the good old wing man who has a perm akin to a shedding poodle on his head who chain smokes his way through some classic chauvinism, sexism, racism and thinks he is God's gift to mankind.
And to cap it all, these macho Plod like nothing more to go to an Italian restaurant every day to drink wine and eat "foreign". What, no East end boozer, no pie and mash and not even a sniff of fish and chips? My arse.
And where in the mighty world of fuck would a chief inspector being transferred from Manchester end up with two of his henchmen going with him?
Woeful "plots" often on re-run loops so they appear every second episode watered down by inane retrospective asides and one dimensional characters who often look like they are hating every minute of their time on screen. And if that's how they feel, have a guess how the audience must think?
OK, the first one (Mars) was different and watchable, but Ashes is a travesty and I wonder how this got past the first series. Thankfully it will soon be over.
I like new, but not at the expense of losing previous user friendliness or features. So while I like the new look of Gmail, I don't like the fact I can't seem to edit or add new contacts nor that I am unable to change my default font size setting from "minuscule" to "normal".
And while we're at it, how about letting us decide font style and size and not be given a restrictive drop down menu with feck all choices?
The red man at a pedestrian crossing is beginning to wonder just why the hell he bothers telling people not to cross the road when they obviously don’t listen to him.
“I’m here to say ‘don’t cross!’” he said rather angrily. “I’m RED for fuck’s sake! Does red mean ‘go’? Well, does it?!
“Look at my legs – look at how all together and not walking they are. What does that tell you?
“I’m not just here to remind you to look left and right before dashing over the road. I’m here to tell you NOT TO FUCKING CROSS.”
At this point, the little red man became quite forlorn.
He went on, “Nobody’s ever pleased to see me. If I suddenly pop up to say hello people tend to respond with ‘dammit’ or ‘for fuck’s sake.’ And then they effectively blank me by scooting across the road anyway.
“Frankly, it’s demoralising.”
Pedestrian Simon Williams said, “Look, I’m a busy man. I’m not going to just stand there like a lemon if there’s nothing coming.
“Little red and green men are very useful for unaccompanied minors but adults should be quite capable of crossing the road without being told what to do by lightbulbs.”
“Well that’s just typical!” fumed the little red man. “After all I’ve done to keep you safe!
“Maybe I should just piss off leaving you in the care of Mr ‘spreads his legs for a living’ Green. Let’s see how effectively he stops you being wiped out by a reckless twat on a moped.”
There was also the Spanish MotoGP this weekend from Catalunya and although not the most exciting of races, we did see Lorenzo take second win of the season after his first place at Mugello last time.
Ducati must be kicking themselves as they decided not to renew his contract on their factory bike as he has since scored maximum points and stepped onto the top rung of the podium twice in a row.
But even more of a surprise is where the Spanish rider will be heading off to next. Rumours were that he would be getting a factory Yamaha but as satellite rider yet it was confirmed he will go to Honda in 2019.
Marquez and Lorenzo both on Hondas? Yes please, that will be fun to see how they get on.
Rossi also got his second successive podium with another hard fought third behind Marcquez in second but best ride of the race was by Brit boy Crutchlow who went from 10th on the grid to fourth and didn't chuck his bike up the road.
With Khun Ayr due shortly we always like to go out and leave her to it. Mostly we go to one of the big malls and spend a few hours window shopping but today it's a less pleasant task. We're off to the Sukhumvit Hospital.
Wifey's foot has become worse and she can barely walk without heavy strapping, so we need to see a professional to find out exactly what is wrong and what our options are.
We suspect a tendon has either come adrift or stretched and it will need an op to re secure. Hopefully it will be a quick procedure but I am sure it will keep her off her feet for a few days at least, so she will need to decide when to get it done.
Our nephew and his girlfriend arrive in under a month and she needs to be mobile for that.
After our swimming pool was closed once again (only two days; last time that rolled into three weeks), wifey got a little peeved and had a chat with the manageress in the office who is very helpful and can speak good English.
She was told that apparently the "pH of the pool was wrong" and it could be another fortnight until it was rectified. Wifey gave her a start Paddington would have been proud of and said it just wasn't good enough. No information, no action and certainly no forewarning.
It seems she must have got her message through- the pool was open again yesterday, the water has never been cleaner and it was so good to be in the pool again after a long lay off.
Let's hope there will be no more closures for the rest of the summer.
So not only am I grumpy following the Germany match, I also have to put up with a jammy Team Eng-er-land win, with good old Harry boy scoring the winner in injury time. Good grief, is it coming home already?
I would love nothing more to see England lift the trophy (if it can't be Germany, of course) as it would be a major boost for the entire country, B-U-T, we'd never hear the end of it.
The tabloids will be headlining with "V" signs to all Johnny Foreigners, quoting Churchill soundbites about fighting on the beaches and plenty more but even more of a ghastly thought will be the MPs peacocking about as if it were all down to them.
Can you imagine? Theresa May in a Team Eng-er-land scarf holding up a pint of bitter and guffing on about how she put the great back into Great Britain?
I wore my green "away" shirt for the game and will not be making the same mistake again. The majority of the Thais watching the game thought it was the Mexican shirt (same colour) and were giving me the thumbs up and smiling as if the game was going my way.
I didn't have the heart to point out that I was in fact firmly pro-Germany but I suspect my profound profanities should have given them a hint my loyalties lay in the other camp.
I watched the "game" and was disgusted with the way Germany played- but full credit to the Mexicans, who thoroughly deserved their victory.
I have been watching Die Mannschaft's run-in to the world cup and it has not filled me with confidence and while everyone has been banging on about "favourites", "tournament mentality", "experience" and many more mundane sound bites, I have been more than concerned at our inability to score.
Sadly my pessimistic predictions have been proven correct and now we look in danger of doing "an England" and going out of the competition after just two games.
For make no mistake, if we don't beat Sweden (convincingly) on Saturday, we will be out and it will be exactly what we deserve.
On the day that the World Cup kicks off in Russia, NewsThump can exclusively reveal a little-known World Cup fact – England has actually won the tournament.
The news is set to rock football fans throughout the country who will be unaware that 52 years ago, a footballer called Geoff Hurst scored the winning goal to ensure England beat West Germany in the World Cup final, and questions will certainly be asked of the mainstream press as to why they never reference this momentous occasion.
“We won the World Cup? Us? England? Are you sure?” said incredulous England fan Simon Williams, resplendent in a suit made entirely from Union Jack flags.
“But, this is incredible, why does no-one ever talk about it?
“I mean, alright, it was over 50 years and we’d look a little silly if we kept referencing it in triumphalist tones whenever any international tournament came around, but the occasional mention would be fine, surely?
“Honestly, our newspapers can be so modest at times, bless them.”
Coming Soon: NewsThump exclusively reveals that an Argentina player called Diego Maradona once used his hand – which is against the rules – to knock the ball into the net, thus eliminating England from the World Cup competition.
London Southend Airport owner, Stobart Group, today (Wednesday 13 June 2018) announced an exciting new partnership with leading low-cost airline Ryanair.
This five-year agreement, extendable to ten, will see Ryanair open a new base at London Southend Airport with three Ryanair planes operating out of the airport from Summer 2019, providing 13 routes to eight European countries, including six new destinations.
Ryanair is making a $300 million investment in the new routes and will operate over 55 weekly flights, creating 750 “on-site” jobs per year.
This agreement will enable the airport to welcome at least one million additional passengers in the first year and in excess of five million in the first five years.
The destinations will include Alicante, Barcelona Reus, Bilbao, Brest, Corfu, Cluj, Dublin, Faro, Kosice, Malaga, Milan Bergamo, Palma and Venice.
So while I was out on the beer with the lads, wifey was at home with the remote last night but her cosy night in was somewhat interrupted by the fire alarm going off intermittently for a couple of hours.
No danger, no damage and no reason why, it just kicked off and spoiled the mood.
I was on the 6th Chang around that time and was having a ball though...
Not overly keen on the Germany shirt (which I still bought anyway) I nipped into town to pick up the green away top. I paid THB 350, which is about £8 and it's as good as an original.
Even Lazada the Thai on-line shopping site has knock offs:
Promotion and price above are valid through 15/06/2018
Germany 2018-2019 Home Jersey White/Black
A REPLICA GERMANY HOME JERSEY WITH THE BEATING HEART OF A CHAMPION.
When West Germany players defeated Argentina to complete a hat trick of world titles, they did it in a uniform that has since enjoyed the same legendary status as the country's 1990 heroes. Taking inspiration from that design classic, this men's soccer jersey is a replica of the home shirt Germany's current stars wear. It's made of sweat-sweeping Climalite, with a slightly looser cut and a woven national badge on the chest. adidas is dedicated to creating products in ways that minimize their environmental impact. This jersey is made with recycled polyester to save resources and decrease emissions.
Machine wash warm
EXTRA CARE INFORMATION
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A replica jersey is inspired by what players wear and features a woven crest
Ribbed crewneck with tipping detail; Germany home graphic on the inside back collar
Woven Germany crest and FIFA World Champions crest on chest
Heat-transfer "Die Mannschaft" below back collar
3-Stripes on shoulders; Woven adidas Badge of Sport on chest
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The 2018 World Cup kicks off tonight and I shall be keeping one eye on the opening game between hosts Russia and Saudi Arabia. I doubt it will be a thriller; more like a cagey, cat and mouse affair, but it gets the ball rolling.
For me it starts in earnest on Sunday and I have already got my new German shirt at the ready. I hope it gets many outings this tournament but I suspect not. I think we are favourites by default and may well fall at the first hurdle. Oh well, time will tell.
We have our service due in a few hours and hope they can improve the cooling in our bedroom as it takes forever to drop temperatures. We'll see but having dealt with air con engineers in the past, I'm not holding my breath.
As per tradition, we did very little yesterday apart from deal with a hangover in front of the telly. We watched three films Kenny, Kenny and The World According to Garp.
The latter we had seen before and is an adaptation of a John Irving book by the same name and I had forgotten just how good it was. Not quite as good as the book but pretty close with fine performances from Glen Close and Robin Williams, with a nice cameo from John Lithgrow.
The two Kenny films couldn't have been more different, as one was Dalglish's life story and the other was an Australian movie about a chap who worked in the portaloo business. Aye, a film about portable bogs.
While both were poles apart, they entertained equally but for fits and giggles, the Oz movie took the prize. Original, funny as hell and perfect for a lazy afternoon.
Go and see all three if and when you get the opportunity.
Turns out Scruffy Murphy's was a private party by invitation only and they wouldn't allow you in until 19:00. As we had got there by 17:00 we had a couple of beers at the Kiwi (having picked our stools better than last time) before returning to find the party in full flow.
A cracking night with free flow draught beers (including Guinness), a running buffet and a stomping live band.
Seriously had a brilliant night out made all the better by the warm welcome by staff and punters alike.
Looks like we have found a traditional English style bar that is open in the afternoons and doesn't cost a fortune to while away a couple or few hours. We'll be regulars, that's for sure.
“Chef, darf ich heute zwei Stunden früher Schluss machen? Meine Frau will mit mir einkaufen gehen.” “Kommt gar nicht in Frage.” “Vielen Dank Chef, ich wusste, sie würden mich nicht im Stich lassen.”
Translation (and who said German jokes aren't funny?): — “Boss, can I leave work two hours early today? My wife wants me to go shopping with her.” — “That’s out of the question.” — “Thanks, boss! I knew you wouldn’t let me down.
The European Commission has just announced an agreement whereby English will be the official language of the European Union rather than German, which was the other possibility. As part of the negotiations, the British Government conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a 5- year phase-in plan that would become known as “Euro-English”. In the first year, “s” will replace the soft “c”. Sertainly, this will make the sivil servants jump with joy. The hard “c” will be dropped in favour of “k”. This should klear up konfusion, and keyboards kan have one less letter. There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year when the troublesome “ph” will be replaced with “f”. This will make words like fotograf 20% shorter. In the 3rd year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible. Governments will enkourage the removal of double letters which have always ben a deterent to akurate speling. Also, al wil agre that the horibl mes of the silent “e” in the languag is disgrasful and it should go away. By the 4th yer people wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing “th” with “z” and “w” with “v”. During ze fifz yer, ze unesesary “o” kan be dropd from vords kontaining “ou” and after ziz fifz yer, ve vil hav a reil sensi bl riten styl. Zer vil be no mor trubl or difikultis and evrivun vil find it ezi TU understand ech oza. Ze drem of a united urop vil finali kum tru. Und efter ze fifz yer, ve vil al be speking German like zey vunted in ze forst plas.