Wednesday, July 28, 2004
Two recent stories made me think about how arrogant and narrow minded the scientific community can be. The DNA ark is being established to freeze samples of tissue from animals that are in danger of extinction. The intention is to 'bequeath' this to future generations with the vague hope that they will be able to learn enough from it to either prevent further extinctions or maybe, just maybe, regenerate the lost animals through some yet to be invented genetic technique. This sticking plaster approach is a desperate attempt to salvage something of the world's ecology that is presently being destroyed by our activities. How very sad that those future generations will have a freezer full of samples instead of the beautiful planet our ancestors knew.
Carbon Dioxide sequestration is being proposed as a serious solution to the problem of increasing CO2 emissions. By storing the gas underground in 'gas tight' rock strata we get carte blanche to burn as much coal oil and gas as we like. Future generations will be faced with the problem of what to do with billions of tons of C02 sitting under the ground or worse have to deal with the effects of billions of tons of C02 slowly escaping, uncontrolled, from strata that turns out to be non gas tight.
I'm pretty sure that the future generations line was trotted out when they built the now lethally contaminated piles of crap that pass for our present nuclear power stations. These are going to take hundreds of years to be disposed of. Caps it all to hear that nuclear is being proposed again as the solution to future energy requirements. No chance of actually reducing our energy requirements I suppose?
Thank goodness the BnJ server is powered by compost - I'd never be able to write this kind of stuff otherwise. [This is the post that was eaten by Blogger on Tuesday]
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 9:41 PM
OK
Showing lots of pictures of bombs going off, injured people, distressed relatives of murdered people, starving people, homeless people etc etc etc.
NOT OK
Showing lots of pictures of Eminem grabbing his crotch on Top of The Pops.
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Handy hint "If a door feels hot, do not open it, as it probably means there is a hot hot disco party on the other side." |
Escape
I'm off for wee break. Back early next week.
See ya later.
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 10:32 AM
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
Having just spent thirty minutes composing a post for your edification I am beside myself that it has apparently been wiped out by Blogger. My fault for not backing up as I went - but I was on a roll and kept going. For no good reason I find Blogger logs me out and my post has gone. Grrrrrrr.
I need to calm down before redoing it.
Bugger Blogger.
This is good. You can watch trailers of upcoming movies. Cool.
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 9:12 PM
Monday, July 26, 2004
A message from the Chief of Emergencies Buy plenty of Spam. Stay in your homes. Don't panic. Press the black button on your remote. Tune into Death FM (66.6mhz). Remember - keep your chin up. |
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 10:28 PM
Sunday, July 25, 2004
10 points still up for grabs in the 10th anniversary quiz about the current occupant of no 10. All questions now open to all comers. Scoop away.
Come out, reveal your true infatuation with the minutiae of our Leader's life - I'll think none the less of you.
All questions have now been answered. My thanks to all particpants.
Points will be updated tomorrow.
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 9:56 AM
Saturday, July 24, 2004
'Doctor Who' has started filming in Cardiff - there is an interview with the Doctor, his assistant and the writer of the new series here. [ via a photoclue from Alan]
The first part of the first episode is set in a department store. Rumours that Molly Sugden guest stars have not been confirmed.
You can do calculations with Google. Type in a sum and it gives you the answer - magic.
Blogger is now officially a tool.
Microsoft have finally realised that style is a uniquely European phenomenon and have engaged Philippe Starck to design the sexiest mouse on the planet. I want one so badly but it can't be had yet - [believe me I've tried]
Being a somebody has nothing to do with...the size of your home, car, breasts or penis.
Blue Witch has been fondling large green knobbly items.
Simon has a thing about tool belts.
 | Look, I simply say to you, your Leader needs you to do the quiz. |
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 7:08 PM
press 2 for barely concealed contempt,
press 3 for third world exploitation
Friday, July 23, 2004
 | 
"Apparently drD, the reason that they can't come to service your boiler for months is that you missed the appointment they'd written to you about four weeks ago." But I didn't get the letter because the postal service round here is crap and the man turned up when I was at work - can I have an appointment next week? "They are now fully booked for months because the service centre books out the appointments and the call centre can only offer what is on the computer and the weather has been bad and the call centre is very busy and I'm making this up because I'm actually in India and my name is not really Jasmine that's just a name I use to sound more English and I dont really care about you or your boiler because I'm many thousands of miles away from you and we'll never meet and I'm earning about 1p for this conversation" thaaanks - waddever click |
'This wine's a bit crunchy'
Gallo Turning Leaf Sauvignon Blanc.
Stop! Read this before it's too late.
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 9:14 AM
Thursday, July 22, 2004
Why do you blog?
Is a question I have past pondered.
Now they're teaching it in schools. Holding conferences about it and getting all academic on us. I think it's like a good joke - if you have to explain it you kill it. How long before someone writes a book telling you how to do it with step by step diagrams and a CD? *hmmm*
Gosh
I tuned into geezer TV yesterday.
The guy is ironic to the core. Checkout the powder blue sweatshirt and the soppy terrier. Sharp.
Au revoir
Sacha Distel.
You had the ability to attract high-profile lovers.
According to this.
Personally, I prefer low profile every time.
Changing blogs
Thanks for your helpful suggestions for the improvement of my organ.
I'm still open to more - inscribe here if you will >>
So many questions
...remain to be answered in the historic TB quiz - truly the mouse of history is upon your desk. Go now
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 10:47 PM
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
Yes, Our Leader has been The Leader for 10 years today.
Thus a little quiz to test your knowledge of his illustrious life and tenure.
Max two answers each - until Sunday when you may return to achieve a landslide -
[ should there be any land to be slid by then...]
Points will be awarded.
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3.
4.
5. Which four legged cartoon character was TB once compared to?
6. What's his connection with the Scouse Git?
7. Why mention those ugly rumours?
8. Which constituency did he try to win in 1982?
9. Prior to his election as Leader of the party which shadow post did he hold?
10. Which other Labour Prime Minister served served two full consecutive terms?
11.
12. What role does TB play in 'St Albion Parish News'.
13. When did he meet Cherie?
14. What was supra ventricular in 2003?
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20. 'What Tony did next' - suggestions please.
Get creative
Your BnJ redesign suggestions are still longed for - here >
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 11:53 PM
Monday, July 19, 2004
And so to the Design Museum to see the exhibition, SaulBass. Bass was a hugely innovative graphic designer [or 'commercial artist' as it was then termed ]. Virtually inventing the concept of movie title design as it's now practiced, he was responsible for the titles to Hitchcock's 'North by Northwest' and 'Psycho' among many others.
The shower scene from 'Psycho' has been attributed to Bass. He storyboarded the whole sequence at Hitchcock's request and it has been suggested that the staccato nature of the camerawork gives away Bass's direction. Being most unlike Hitchcock's, usually fluid, style. Very interesting to see the actual storyboard and then watch the scene again - [at least most of it - I can't handle it all the way through - it's the sound of the knife, I reckon they used raw meat or summat.] Interesting too to read about how the 'Psycho' titles were done using two men, a piece of plywood and some aluminum bars from the hardware store. Today it'd probably need a small army of CGI operators and cost a packet. Bass was a 'grandson' of the Bauhaus, having been taught by Gyorgy Kepes - himself a former colleague of Laslo Moholy-Nagy, the former Bauhaus master, who eventually founded The New Bauhuas in Chicago.
Bass often collaborated closely with his wife, Elaine and paid her a touching tribute by including "SB 'hearts' EM" scrawled on the graffiti wall that comprised the titles for 'West Side Story.' Later in his career he turned to making movies himself and also produced many visual identity programmes for large outfits like United Airlines and AT&T. He also designed some memorable imagery for the Los Angeles Olympics in 1984. Tempted back to title design by Martin Scorsese - there is a moving tribute at the exit of the show to Bass and Elaine by this Director.
The Guardian today published a rather scathing review of the exhibition - criticising it's lack of background material and sketches; thereby failing to elucidate the thought processes of the designer. Fair comment but I certainly found it stimulating and was enlightened by what I saw. Reading the supporting texts and actually watching the many sequences being screened around the show you are able to build up a good picture of the way in which Bass sought to home in on and make manifest the essence of the films that would follow his titles. His approach is neatly summed up in the question he asked every client, "First tell me what you want to say, who you want to say it to and why you want to say it." A useful maxim for anyone who seeks to communicate with an audience.
Favourite item seen: Titles for 'Cape Fear' 1991 - made using a cat litter tray full of inky water and a hair dryer. The visual intention was to convey the depths of darkness in the human psyche. You'd never believe that it would work - but it does.
Link
Excellent Bass site here from Brendan Dawes. Includes music, quicktime movies of title sequences, typeface downloads and 'Psycho Studio' - where you can edit your own shower scene'. Class.
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 10:53 PM
Sunday, July 18, 2004
 | Thunderbirds are go! At least the merchandising companies are hoping so with the nationwide opening of the new movie across the UK from next Friday. Conveniently timed for the school holidays. The movie has already attracted controversy because the creator of Thunderbirds, Gerry Anderson is not a happy bunny over the way the movie has been produced. Turning down a sweetener of $750000 to endorse the film he's effectively turned his back on it to concentrate on the forthcoming remake of Captain Scarlet. You read about it here first, remember. Captain Scarlet looks set to be a smash. Thunderbirds does too - much as it will pain Gezza. A young attractive cast, a hit theme song with a catchy hook, a pink car to appeal to the girly audience. It's all there. $£Kerching! Fascinating to see this iconic story remade for a new generation. Makes me wonder what they'll do to the Teletubbies in 2050... |
| What were they thinking of when they designed this one? |  |
Help
Your BnJ redesign suggestions are needed - in this special BnJ comment box.
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 5:11 PM
Saturday, July 17, 2004
A little over a year ago I began to consider
a tasteful redesign of the Bignjuicy experience. Never one to rush these things I have been a ponderin and a painting and a clickin ever since. How best to enhance without destroying the very essence that my reader comes here for. How indeed?
When first I raised the subject, a number of helpful suggestions emerged:
Expunge my dancing friend.
Change the typeface.
Change the colour of typeface.
Change the paragraph structure.
Change the colour of comments box.
How hard it hit me then. How deeply I considered all of the suggestions.
How little I did to implement them.
But now the time is near dear reader. I will soon be making my 500th post.
This has to be exciting for you - no? I tell you solemnly: it is exciting for me. Considering I didn't know when I started this that I would get beyond 5 posts.
So to mark the occasion I am intending to transform this blog into a thing of beauty and wonderment and I now need your help:
Which single thing would you change and how would you change it?
Answers in this special BnJ comment box.
I will consider all suggestions deeply and may, this time, actually implement them. TYIA.
Crow
He's back
We are very happy here in Bignuicyville.
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 9:33 PM
Friday, July 16, 2004
Large Greek objects under construction.
No I aint talking Olympic Stadium.
Our Demis - OK he's a fat lad but he's got a great beard and a man that defines his own style always has my admiration. Demis has been around forever and, like the Chopper, is an icon of the seventies. His most famous track is 'Forever and Ever'.
"Take me far beyond imagination
You're my dream come true
My consolation "
Subjected to cold steely Bignjuicy analysis, these lyrics tell us that Demis is seeking to escape the confines of this earth - well at least his own corporeal creative faculties. That takes some doing when you are 18 stone. Not only that he is investing all his yearnings - [ and, I speculate, a fair degree of his earnings] in the object of his desire. [ Dare I speculate that this may well be a laydeeee ]. Demis is all man. A fact that does not go unnoticed by Beverley as she prepares the cheesy pinappley things for Ange, Tony and Sue whilst Abigails Party is in full swing and Demis croons out over the G Plan. Demis's laydee is not just the embodiment of his dreams - she is his consolation. After a hard day at the kebab shop all a man wants is to return home, slip into his favourite kaftan, eat a few dead chickens and fall into the arms of his consolation. What a prospect. No wonder he's still going strong.
Crap
This is the first post written with the new Blogger eezyedit™ interface - oh how I love it.
Introduced with 5 seconds notice it has transformed the whole business for me. Thanks Blogger we love you. PS - can I have a google appliance for Christmas?
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 8:38 PM
Thursday, July 15, 2004
This blogging lark is exhausting aint it? And I haven't been doing much of it lately either so I've no excuse. So I need an excuse.
The dog ate my blog. Rhymes - but unfeasible as dogs tend to eat tasty things like shoes, used
underwear and Good Boy dog chocs. I once had a dog that ate the back door but that's another post.
I'm tired. Get a grip man. Work down t'pit 27 hours a day to feed 16 hungry mouths then complain you're tired.
I injured my index finger while picking my nose. Hmm - that one has potential. You have a Jackson stylee titanium implant up there?
God wants me to abstain from blogging. And who am I to argue?
Blogging is incompatible with my relationship. You have time for a relationship and a blog? Have you no sense of priority? Get back to the keyboard slacker.
I'm missing Eastenders / Corrie / Rampant Housewives / Stars in their Pants. Yes, but think of all the pleasure you're bringing to your reader and that Henry Kelly is as camp as Millets.
My cat spontaneously acquired the power of speech and I sold my story to the News of the Screws - I am now living in luxury and don't need to blog. Unless your name is Mrs Slocombe I aint buying the talking pussy routine. You need help.
My Girlfriend / Boyfriend / Spouse / Inflatable sheep is insatiable - I can't even see straight let alone type. Insatiable inflatables aside, I may be able to help - email over there on the left ;)
My doctor told me to stop blogging as it's making me ill. Liar liar, pants on fire - get a new doctor and read this.
Twats
"Roger and I are obviously very worried that what we have done could jeopardise our degrees but we're happy to face up to it, however unfair we may think it is".
Life is not fair matey - that's how you got to Oxford and people are dying in Africa. Stop pissing around and get on with making the most of the immense privilege you've not earned whilst I get on with fixing this large McCain crinkle-cut to my left shoulder.
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 8:23 PM
Tick tock The dog ate my blog. Rhymes - but unfeasible as dogs tend to eat tasty things like shoes, used
underwear and Good Boy dog chocs. I once had a dog that ate the back door but that's another post.
I'm tired. Get a grip man. Work down t'pit 27 hours a day to feed 16 hungry mouths then complain you're tired.
I injured my index finger while picking my nose. Hmm - that one has potential. You have a Jackson stylee titanium implant up there?
God wants me to abstain from blogging. And who am I to argue?
Blogging is incompatible with my relationship. You have time for a relationship and a blog? Have you no sense of priority? Get back to the keyboard slacker.
I'm missing Eastenders / Corrie / Rampant Housewives / Stars in their Pants. Yes, but think of all the pleasure you're bringing to your reader and that Henry Kelly is as camp as Millets.
My cat spontaneously acquired the power of speech and I sold my story to the News of the Screws - I am now living in luxury and don't need to blog. Unless your name is Mrs Slocombe I aint buying the talking pussy routine. You need help.
My Girlfriend / Boyfriend / Spouse / Inflatable sheep is insatiable - I can't even see straight let alone type. Insatiable inflatables aside, I may be able to help - email over there on the left ;)
My doctor told me to stop blogging as it's making me ill. Liar liar, pants on fire - get a new doctor and read this.
Twats
"Roger and I are obviously very worried that what we have done could jeopardise our degrees but we're happy to face up to it, however unfair we may think it is".
Life is not fair matey - that's how you got to Oxford and people are dying in Africa. Stop pissing around and get on with making the most of the immense privilege you've not earned whilst I get on with fixing this large McCain crinkle-cut to my left shoulder.
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 8:23 PM
Tuesday, July 13, 2004
You will obey
Monday, July 12, 2004
 MemorandumFrom: The Prime Minister To: Everyone 12th July 2004 It has come to my attention that, as a people, we are currently lacking in national spunkiness. I have therefore ordered the following:
Here endeth the lesson |
Linkage
Has been bestowed by Tony and Ashley - much appreciated and thankyewvemuch. Leftward link listings have been revised - please prod me if I've missed you orf or even p****d you orf.
Prods
I'm getting worried about mutant who's gone a bit quiet - you couldn't go round there and wake him up a bit could you?
I'm also very worried about Birdman who reckons he's giving up his blog. You couldn't go round there and explain that this just can't happen could you?
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 7:00 PM
Saturday, July 10, 2004
A couple of weeks ago I was returning from a trip to Mogadonmart when, walking past the local bike shop, I saw something that stopped me in my tracks and transported me back nearly 30 years. In the window was a shiny red Raleigh Chopper bike.
I'd heard that Raleigh were re-launching the Chopper and that grown men had been moved to tears at the news. However this was my first sighting of the actual item and I had to stand and stare. I was tempted I confess. The new Chopper, (Mark 3), is being manufactured in the Far East; Raleigh having closed it's Nottingham factory in 2002.
Encouraged by the success of retro designs like the VW Beetle and BMW Mini [ still sounds incongruous doesn't it? ] - Raleigh decided it was time for the Chopper to return. With its wedge-shaped frame, large back wheel and small front wheel, and its angular high back seat the Chopper is a design icon of the Seventies and was enormously successful in Britain and the US.
Like many other teenage boys I longed to own a Chopper - they were the object of desire. I honestly used to dream about what it would be like to own one and envied friends who had 'rich' parents and had been given one for Christmas. Every detail of the bike was etched in my imagination and I would mentally sit on my bike and nonchalantly change gear with the uber cool centre mounted gear shift sadly not included in the Mark 3. I'd lean back in the high rise seat and cruise the neighbourhood drawing envious glances from the lesser mortals yet to ascend to Chopperdom.
I'm proud to say that I bought my own bike, paying for it weekly - the grand sum of £70. I loved the bike more than anything I'd ever owned and used to religiously clean it to maintain it's shiny sparkling appearance. When I outgrew it I advertised it in the local paper and sold it to a man who wanted it for his grandson. He beat me down on the price. He got a bargain from a naive schoolboy and I still resent him now for that. I should never have sold it. Ah well...
Seems I'm not the only one so affected. There are thousands of em out there. So many sites - so many links:
Dreamtargets
Raleigh Chopper history.
All you ever wanted to know abnout classic Raleigh Choppers - great site.
The Raleigh relaunch page.
The finest Chopper site in the world. That's what it says + they'll sell you a mark 3 for 160 quid
Choppers extreme - sunglasses required.
Raleigh Choppers Owners Club - These guys have got it bad
Complete the look with a nice 70's style LED digital watch - class.
Writing this has made me think I might take a little trip to the bike shop tomorrow...we'll see.
Kwik
Just two more Kwestions in the Kwiz..ah go on go on go on go on go on go on go on go on
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 8:50 AM
Friday, July 09, 2004
Grrrr.
Ever get in a bad mood and don't know why?
That's me today. I think it's called 'getting out of the wrong side of the bed' - only I didn't so that's a stupid bleedin thing to say. I'm feeling sorry for myself I reckon. Only I haven't worked out why. I may need to do some attention seeking - slip into a purple lycra jockstrap and hang around in Safeways carpark - that sort of thing. I'm feeling left out. Not sure what I'm feeling left out of but I am feeling left out. Like everyone else got invited to the party and I didn't. Grrrr. Sulk. Fume. Grizzle. *bangs fist on table* Ouch. The sun is shining - I'm home early - weekend ahead, got a new CD to listen to. What's the matter with me? In need of a slap with a large haddock perhaps? I'm taking life too seriously - need to get some perspective. I blame computers - [ it's a long story.]
And Birdy's quitting - grrr.
Get round there and tell him to get back. The man is an institution and cannot be allowed to go.
We're back
The bignjuicy server suffered a severe lack of compost last night and stopped working.
Supplies have now been restored.
You've still time to do the quiz...
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 9:10 AM
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
What an amazing summer we're having eh?
To celebrate - here's a wee quiz for you to try.
Max two answers each until Sunday when you can scoop remainders.
Points will be awarded.
Good luck!
3. Pleistocene era.
6. Paradise islands in Indian Ocean.
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 11:09 PM
Tuesday, July 06, 2004
I came across an old friend at the weekend [ titter ye not ].
Hanging about in a dark dusty corner, looking the worse for wear - the years had not been kind. Or so I thought.
There's nothing like a bit of loft clearance to reawaken your long lost memories is there? What should I find but my very first electronic calculator.
The calculator I lusted after for weeks in the window of Dixons.
The calculator I fanstasised about owning when cutting edge electronics were still only one step removed from science fiction - not being given away at petrol stations as they are now.
The calculator I bought from the shop assistant who was my namesake. [ The purchase was so meant to be ].
The calcualtor I nonchalantly asked for: "have you got anything under £10?" Knowing full well there was only one model available in the whole country for under £10 and it was the one I had been lusting after for weeks.
So, all these years later I'm holding it in my hands again. Looking over it's clunky 70s casing - shades of Star Trek in the subtle flared styling. Remembering how I carried it everywhere with me. Just in case I would be called upon to do a quick on the spot calculation. How the customers on my paper round oohed and ahhed when I whipped it out to total up their bills. 5 x 25p was such a difficult sum and I so badly needed an excuse to flourish my Asset. Yes that
My little friend was looking decidedly manky and I feared the worst. Last night I decided to carry out a thorough cleanup. Copious quantities of foaming cleanser, cotton buds and kitchen towel were employed. Twenty years of encrusted loft dust were painstakingly removed from every crevice. A needle was employed to carefully reveal the white painted recessed numbers on the %, C and CE keys. [ I still don't know what CE stands for ]. Cleaning completed, my Asset looked almost as good as that day in 1977 when I lovingly unwrapped it for the first time. But the real test was still to come; would it still work? Drat and double drat - no AA batteries in the house. It was only tonight that I was able to get some. Nervously I clip them in place, try to close the back hatch - no joy - [ have batteries got bigger since the 70s? Finally we have closure and I slide the switch to the 'on' position. Nothing. Bugger. Time for some technical intervention. Time to perform Rotation of the Batteries. Removing, again, the back hatch cover, the Duracells are precisely rolled in their housing through 360 degrees resulting in the sudden appearance of those lovely green LED numerals on the display. WE HAVE NUMERALS. I attempt my first Asset based calculation for over twenty years. 888+222 = 1110.
A tear comes to my eye.
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 9:49 PM
Monday, July 05, 2004
I'm not sure about this smoking ban thing.
I never thought I would say that actually. I've been vehemently anti-smoking for a long time. For me it's always been a black and white issue. Smoking = bad.
But now I'm beginning to feel sorry for the smokers - like they're becoming pariahs. I think it's pathetic the way you see groups of addicts encamped outside office buildings greeting visitors with their yellow teethed fug. I feel bad that smokers are being made to feel excluded from people and places - like the great untouchables.
I never thought I would say that.
Having grown up in a cloud of nicotine vapour I am still thankful that I never succumbed. I came close once, on a school field trip, when I so wanted to be in with the in-crowd that I briefly toyed with the idea. My self preservation gene took control and I never did and never have even thought about it since. I'm one of these saddoes that silently seethes when I have to walk down the street in the wake of some Fag Ash Lil or Larry discharging the foul contents of their putrid lungs into my face. I can smell cigarettes about half a mile away, so finely are my nostrils sensitised to that warm acrid nasty stench. It seems I can smell them through walls as I can detect the cleaners at work having a crafty one at the other end of the building. Maybe sniffer dogdom awaits.
I can tolerate, for while, being in a pub with a gradually thickening smog seeping into my skin hair and eyes - then I have to leave. "Sorry - you haven't finished your pint? Can't stop, I need to go shower, wash my clothes and detox my nostrils".
So why am I feeling sorry for them now? Why am I not rejoicing at the prospect of their suffering?
Dunno - I haven't quite worked it out yet...
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 9:55 PM
Friday, July 02, 2004
1. Virtue is it's own reward.
2. All men are created equal.
3. Equal opportunities policies work.
4. Democracy is the best form of government.
5. Paul Weller is cool.
6. Wisdom can be found in books.
7. Money will make you more attractive.
8. The truth is out there.
9. The Conservative Party.
10. Elsanta strawberries.
11. ?
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 4:15 PM
Thursday, July 01, 2004
1. Voting can make a difference in UK politics.
2. Carol Smilie is sexy.
3. Guinness is good for you.
4. Doctors have your best interests at heart.
5. Pop Idol is a fair competition.
6. London is a great place.
7. Britain is an important world power.
8. Rod Stewart.
9. Coffee tastes nice.
10. Qualifications are important.
11. ?
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 10:57 PM