Veteran’s day celebrations at the major London retailer:
Harrods bans soldiers on Poppy Day:
Lieutenant Daniel Lenherr had just taken part in a parade honouring Britain’s war dead when the London department store turned him away at the door.
The security guard told him other customers might be intimidated by the uniform.
. . .
The store has stood by their dress policy, saying: “There is a long-standing tradition at Harrods that would normally preclude customers who are wearing non-civilian attire from entering the store.“A lot of people assume that somebody in uniform is either there on official duty, which could cause them alarm, or they assume they’re a member of staff and ask them where the lavatories are and so on.”
Now, excuse me for a moment, but I’m confused.
We’re in the age of terrorism. London itself has been attacked, and people died. Yet Harrods has no problem with allowing fully covered people walk in and peruse the entire store. As I pointed out last month when I wrote about the first time I saw a woman completely concealed by “veils”, which by the way, happened to be at Harrods,
Aside from her hands, you couldn’t even tell if that person was a man or a woman.
Anyone in such a get-up could be carrying anything under such garment. Weapons, explosives, name it.
To the Politically Uncorrect like myself, the presence and the honoring of servicemen, in uniform or not, would indeed be reassuring.
As for the second part,
they assume they’re a member of staff and ask them where the lavatories are and so on.
Harrods need not worry.
(Incidentally, people constantly ask me if I work at stores when I’m shopping. All it takes is to comb your hair, wear casual-Friday-type clothes and a little lipstick. I take it as a compliment.)
Allah asks
This makes at least two places in Britain now where the uniform isn’t welcome, the other being hospitals in Birmingham.
The truth is, the radical Islamification of the UK is not just a nightmare.
It’s happening, right in front of our eyes.
(h/t Larwyn)
(PS Please note that the title should read “Bye-bye, Harrods” but for some reason the post didn’t take with that punctuation.
(technorati tags Harrods UK London islam)
Mohammed Fayad as an arbiter of what is ‘appropriate’?
And he wonders why he’s been denied British citizenship.
The Scottish National Party don’t want his money, either.
I saw more Saudis in Harrods than I did in Muslim Malaysia. The women shopped and their chauffer-driven Mercedes Benzes circled the block for hours.
In general, conservative, veiled Arabs were treated with a lot more respect in Britain then in Malaysia. Most Muslims in Malaysia are moderates. They’re wary of ‘conservative’ Arabs.
Nothing new here
“I went into a public-‘ouse to get a pint o’beer,
The publican ‘e up an’ sez, “We serve no red-coats here.”
The girls be’ind the bar they laughed an’ giggled fit to die,
I outs into the street again an’ to myself sez I:
O it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, go away”;
But it’s “Thank you, Mister Atkins,” when the band begins to play,
The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,
O it’s “Thank you, Mr. Atkins,” when the band begins to play.
I went into a theatre as sober as could be,
They gave a drunk civilian room, but ‘adn’t none for me;
They sent me to the gallery or round the music-‘alls,
But when it comes to fightin’, Lord! they’ll shove me in the stalls!
For it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, wait outside”;
But it’s “Special train for Atkins” when the trooper’s on the tide,
The troopship’s on the tide, my boys, the troopship’s on the tide,
O it’s “Special train for Atkins” when the trooper’s on the tide.
Yes, makin’ mock o’ uniforms that guard you while you sleep
Is cheaper than them uniforms, an’ they’re starvation cheap;
An’ hustlin’ drunken soldiers when they’re goin’ large a bit
Is five times better business than paradin’ in full kit.
Then it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy how’s yer soul?”
But it’s “Thin red line of ‘eroes” when the drums begin to roll,
The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,
O it’s “Thin red line of ‘eroes” when the drums begin to roll.
We aren’t no thin red ‘eroes, nor we aren’t no blackguards too,
But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;
An’ if sometimes our conduck isn’t all your fancy paints:
Why, single men in barricks don’t grow into plaster saints;
While it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, fall be’ind,”
But it’s “Please to walk in front, sir,” when there’s trouble in the wind,
There’s trouble in the wind, my boys, there’s trouble in the wind,
O it’s “Please to walk in front, sir,” when there’s trouble in the wind.
You talk o’ better food for us, an’ schools, an’ fires an’ all:
We’ll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.
Don’t mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face
The Widow’s Uniform is not the soldier-man’s disgrace.
For it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Chuck him out, the brute!”
But it’s “Saviour of ‘is country,” when the guns begin to shoot;
An’ it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ anything you please;
But Tommy ain’t a bloomin’ fool – you bet that Tommy sees!”
But it’s “Please to walk in front, sir,” when there’s trouble in the wind,
There’s trouble in the wind, my boys, there’s trouble in the wind,
O it’s “Please to walk in front, sir,” when there’s trouble in the wind.
Unfortunately there’s trouble in the wind now.