Monday, October 31, 2005
.. are distant cousins as it turns out. In a complex family history that spans five generations, it seems that both Bushes are descended from the infamous McReagan brothers [ See * below ]. The pair, Donald and Ronald, were notorious in County Wexford around the turn of the 18th Century for potato rustling. Donald fled from Ireland in 1790 to escape the law and settled near Texas in the US where he made his fortune selling low cost weapons of mass destruction to despotic foreign regimes. Ronald, by contrast, served his time in jail and was then deported to West London where he lived out his life as a boot cleaner at the local church. Ronald's son became a priest and later went on to be elected pope. Rumours that George W. Bush makes a guest appearance on Kate's new Album, Aerial - [ In the shops from November 7th ] - are being neither confirmed or denied by EMI spokespurple.
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Sunday, October 30, 2005
Patchy posting partly because of 'autumnal flatness'. A sense of fag endedness, lethargy and Post Dublin Traumatic Withdrawal Syndrome [ PDTWS - snappy eh? ]. I've got tons of stuff I could post but don't really know where to start. I feel a saga coming on - we'll see.
Well, after The Clocks Go Back I'm really writing this next Tuesday or something like that. Apparently 8 out of 10 cats that expressed a preference would rather we worked Central European Time all year. That would mean two extra hours of daylight in the winter evenings and probably mean we could stay up all night in the summer. Anything has to be better than this annual gloomfest. People have been moaning about it for years yet nothing ever gets done. If most people want it - it's time we made it happen. I feel a campaign coming on - we'll see.
The Catholic Church may be faced with a bill for 170 million quid to 'compensate' all those abused by priests since way back. [ Doesn't include all the psychological damage inflicted on their 'flocks' - wonder when this will begin to hit the courts? ] . I didn't see a single nun or priest in the streets whilst in Dublin. Are they going out in civvies now or just not going out at all? I remember when Religous personages would stride confidently amongst the faithful as though clerical aristocracy. Times have changed. Truth will out. It's not over yet by a long chalk - you'll see.
Disturbed to see Madonna puslating her pelvis [ expensively flat ] to the Abba sample single she's cobbled together. [ Needs a few more million to pay the medical bills for her fractured coccyx? ] There's something very wrong about a middle aged woman thrusting her crotch at the camera for dollars. Breaking taboos? Pushing boundaries? Confounding convention? Perhaps. I've been conditioned, I know. What'll she be like when she gets to 80? - Hope I won't see. Did you see the video too?
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Dublin DetailsWell, after The Clocks Go Back I'm really writing this next Tuesday or something like that. Apparently 8 out of 10 cats that expressed a preference would rather we worked Central European Time all year. That would mean two extra hours of daylight in the winter evenings and probably mean we could stay up all night in the summer. Anything has to be better than this annual gloomfest. People have been moaning about it for years yet nothing ever gets done. If most people want it - it's time we made it happen. I feel a campaign coming on - we'll see.
The Catholic Church may be faced with a bill for 170 million quid to 'compensate' all those abused by priests since way back. [ Doesn't include all the psychological damage inflicted on their 'flocks' - wonder when this will begin to hit the courts? ] . I didn't see a single nun or priest in the streets whilst in Dublin. Are they going out in civvies now or just not going out at all? I remember when Religous personages would stride confidently amongst the faithful as though clerical aristocracy. Times have changed. Truth will out. It's not over yet by a long chalk - you'll see.
Disturbed to see Madonna puslating her pelvis [ expensively flat ] to the Abba sample single she's cobbled together. [ Needs a few more million to pay the medical bills for her fractured coccyx? ] There's something very wrong about a middle aged woman thrusting her crotch at the camera for dollars. Breaking taboos? Pushing boundaries? Confounding convention? Perhaps. I've been conditioned, I know. What'll she be like when she gets to 80? - Hope I won't see. Did you see the video too?
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Thursday, October 27, 2005
Outside The Four Courts, Inns Quay
Shamrock on St Stephen's Green
City Council Building, Wood Quay
Merrion Square
Heaven
Smokio
The Irish smoking ban, as seen in operation in Dublin, seems to work fine. Aside from the delight of being in a real Irish pub all evening it was great to emerge smelling of nothing but the heady aroma of black gold and with eyes dewy from laughter and not carcinogenic gas. The downside of the ban seems to be the wall of smokers that greet you as you enter every pub or who block the pavement as you walk by. This, and the large numbers of walking smokers on the streets and in the parks, desperately trying to suck fags down their necks before entering their workplaces. I'd guess that smoking has declined in Ireland and will continue to do so as a result of the ban. A total ban does not seem to be a problem. Why can't we do it here without all the pussyfooting around?
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Tuesday, October 25, 2005
gidonup
gidonthescene
likeablogmachine
I'm back from thebrink drink.
Only just. More soon...
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gidonthescene
likeablogmachine
I'm back from the
Only just. More soon...
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Friday, October 21, 2005
Alas Horatio
You may well be burning your old underwear tonight in an act of civic remembrance. Not so where I am. The locals didn't much care for Horatio so they blew him up. The remnants of his pillar are now in the Civic Museum.
Weather
Is crap. Beer is good. Very very good.
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Wednesday, October 19, 2005
The road outside is covered with fallen autumn leaves. The sky today was grey. It was cold outside. The rain fell in sheets this evening. It's refuse collection day tomorrow. The piles of black rubbish bags left out by neighbours complete the fag end of the year scenario that greets me as I look out of the window.
Bugger that for a game of soldiers. I'm outa here.
I've booked a flight for 29p. I'm off to pack my toothbrush and lucky pants. I'll wave to you as I fly over. There's a rumour that they have the interweb where I'm going. There may be some dispatches in the coming days. On the other hand...
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BlogspottingBugger that for a game of soldiers. I'm outa here.
I've booked a flight for 29p. I'm off to pack my toothbrush and lucky pants. I'll wave to you as I fly over. There's a rumour that they have the interweb where I'm going. There may be some dispatches in the coming days. On the other hand...
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Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Someday all of the internet domain names in the world will be used up - or will they?
Probably not. The pressure is growing to have ever more suffixes available so that the web can become more intuitive, subdivided and British [ we know our place in this country ]. Meanwhile, good old blogspot.com continues to provide free webspace to the masses. But, if you were starting a new blog today would you be able to find a choice domain without having to resort to buying your own? [ as some of us have to ]
I decided to think of ten blog titles and then check if the domains are actually occupied by anyone. Blogger has a policy of never deleting a domain once assigned - so the fact that one may be occupied or otherwise indicates something about humanity - I think. Can you guess which are real blogs and which are 'blogs yet to be established'?
1. eatmyhorse.blogspot.com
2. bignjuicy.blogspot.com
3. loser.blogspot.com
4. elephant.blogspot.com
5. womble.blogspot.com
6. grunge.blogspot.com
7. noggin.blogspot.com
8. flambednostrils.blogspot.com
9. katebush.blogspot.com
10. haroldbishop.blogspot.com
Surprised?
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Probably not. The pressure is growing to have ever more suffixes available so that the web can become more intuitive, subdivided and British [ we know our place in this country ]. Meanwhile, good old blogspot.com continues to provide free webspace to the masses. But, if you were starting a new blog today would you be able to find a choice domain without having to resort to buying your own? [ as some of us have to ]
I decided to think of ten blog titles and then check if the domains are actually occupied by anyone. Blogger has a policy of never deleting a domain once assigned - so the fact that one may be occupied or otherwise indicates something about humanity - I think. Can you guess which are real blogs and which are 'blogs yet to be established'?
1. eatmyhorse.blogspot.com
2. bignjuicy.blogspot.com
3. loser.blogspot.com
4. elephant.blogspot.com
5. womble.blogspot.com
6. grunge.blogspot.com
7. noggin.blogspot.com
8. flambednostrils.blogspot.com
9. katebush.blogspot.com
10. haroldbishop.blogspot.com
Surprised?
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Monday, October 17, 2005
Idiotic
I always get annoyed when watching films where two enemies are having a punch up as the out of control plane / train / truck or other vehicle they are in rushes them headlong towards certain doom. Stupidity and division abounds in human behaviour and this exemplifies it very well. 'Oh look, we're both heading for oblivion - I know, lets slug the hell out of each other'. I know it's dramatic tension in the movies but sometimes life imitates art all too well.
The UN are assessing the emergency following the earthquake in Asia as a bigger challenge than last year's Tsunami. The crisis in Pakistan for those homeless without shelter is deepening with the onset of winter. The need for helicopters to transport emergency relief supplies and the injured is huge. So how, in all conscience can the Pakistan government refuse the offer of aircraft from India? Who bloody cares where the aircraft come from or who flies them. As long as they bloody well fly. I'm fairly confident that the Pakistani citizens rescued by Indian aircraft will not be refusing to fly them. Bloody politicians. It's immoral to sit around refusing help when your citizens are dying.
Tomorrows World
Over the years I've seen numerous design projects that are aimed at providing emergency shelter to the victims of natural disasters. Each was supposed to be quickly deployable following an emergency. Yet, even though it is 2005, it seems the best that can given is 'winter tents'. Worse, there are not enough tents in the world to satisfy demand. It's not as though earthquakes never happen is it? Better to spend a $few billion on bombing the hell out of Iraq than stockpiling hi-tech emergency shelters to save lives. I wonder how many shelters you could buy for the cost of cruise missile?
One eye
1 left - no 6. Further clue posted - gwan gwan.
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And on the seventh dayI always get annoyed when watching films where two enemies are having a punch up as the out of control plane / train / truck or other vehicle they are in rushes them headlong towards certain doom. Stupidity and division abounds in human behaviour and this exemplifies it very well. 'Oh look, we're both heading for oblivion - I know, lets slug the hell out of each other'. I know it's dramatic tension in the movies but sometimes life imitates art all too well.
The UN are assessing the emergency following the earthquake in Asia as a bigger challenge than last year's Tsunami. The crisis in Pakistan for those homeless without shelter is deepening with the onset of winter. The need for helicopters to transport emergency relief supplies and the injured is huge. So how, in all conscience can the Pakistan government refuse the offer of aircraft from India? Who bloody cares where the aircraft come from or who flies them. As long as they bloody well fly. I'm fairly confident that the Pakistani citizens rescued by Indian aircraft will not be refusing to fly them. Bloody politicians. It's immoral to sit around refusing help when your citizens are dying.
Tomorrows World
Over the years I've seen numerous design projects that are aimed at providing emergency shelter to the victims of natural disasters. Each was supposed to be quickly deployable following an emergency. Yet, even though it is 2005, it seems the best that can given is 'winter tents'. Worse, there are not enough tents in the world to satisfy demand. It's not as though earthquakes never happen is it? Better to spend a $few billion on bombing the hell out of Iraq than stockpiling hi-tech emergency shelters to save lives. I wonder how many shelters you could buy for the cost of cruise missile?
One eye
1 left - no 6. Further clue posted - gwan gwan.
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Sunday, October 16, 2005
drD couldn't be arsed to post anything - being tired and emotional after a busy day tending to his cultural obsessions and enduring the indignity of UK public transport wherein he was surrounded by faux hawked twennysomethings with mobilebleepyboingyannoyingsoddingringtonitis and screaming three yearolds and twennysomething gels with mp3 players avec megabase and halfarsed train guards in crimplene scribbling all over my ticket with ink that came off on my new shirt grrr and complimentary cupsoftea which tasted of gnatspiss and apart from that briefly negative ejaculation I had a lovely day thankyou.
More soon.
Need drink.
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International Rail EnquiriesMore soon.
Need drink.
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Saturday, October 15, 2005
It wasn't long ago when, if I wanted to get some train travel information, I would phone up the local station, ask my question and get a quick straightforward answer. Then came the advent of 'National Rail Enquiries'. A central call centre with access to a database of all train information. Just about acceptable, except the people you spoke to didn't know your local area and, strangely, didn't seem to have access to the vital information that told them your train was being replaced by a clapped out 1980s bus. Today I phoned 'National Rail Enquiries' to check the time of a train. Upon dialling I was immediately connected to some classical music. No indication that I had reached the correct number. I decided to hold on in the hope that I had. After 45 seconds I'm connected to a person with a very strong Indian accent. I give details of my enquiry and am given information which sounds as though it's being read from a script. It's difficult to follow; the intonation is difficult for my ears. I begin to suspect I'm dealing with an Indian call centre. After hanging up and a bit of searching - sure enough, it appears that UK National Rail Enquiries has been shipped to India. It's all about money. Somehow, knowing that railways were invented in Britain, it seems very wrong. Rather than take pride in our heritage and give a world beating service everything gets reduced to the cheapest possible basis. How long before the Chinese take on the lucrative call centre trade for even less money?
End of era
News reached me today of the passing of a relative who was the source of some upset in the past. The feelings are still strong. The funeral is soon. There's a sense of obligation to attend - to 'do the right thing' and to be seen to do it. Somehow I would feel hypocritical to go and I would also have to see others whom, in any other circumstances, I'd never want to see. There may be some small personal advantage in going but I can live without it and, in fact, would feel better about myself for not taking advantage of that. I'm writing this, I suppose, as a marker of how I feel right now. Does it matter anyway in the bigger scheme of things?
Which brings me to..
Intrapersonal thinkers:
Spend a lot of time thinking about and trying to understand themselves.
Reflect on their thoughts and moods, and work to improve them.
You understand how your behaviour affects your relationships with others.
Other Intrapersonal thinkers include: Sigmund Freud, Gandhi, Grahame Greene.
Careers which suit Intrapersonal Thinkers include: Psychologist, Teacher, Pilot, Child care worker, Explorer, Drama therapist, Music.
So now I know.
What kind of thinker are you?
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Questions we are ponderingEnd of era
News reached me today of the passing of a relative who was the source of some upset in the past. The feelings are still strong. The funeral is soon. There's a sense of obligation to attend - to 'do the right thing' and to be seen to do it. Somehow I would feel hypocritical to go and I would also have to see others whom, in any other circumstances, I'd never want to see. There may be some small personal advantage in going but I can live without it and, in fact, would feel better about myself for not taking advantage of that. I'm writing this, I suppose, as a marker of how I feel right now. Does it matter anyway in the bigger scheme of things?
Which brings me to..
Intrapersonal thinkers:
Spend a lot of time thinking about and trying to understand themselves.
Reflect on their thoughts and moods, and work to improve them.
You understand how your behaviour affects your relationships with others.
Other Intrapersonal thinkers include: Sigmund Freud, Gandhi, Grahame Greene.
Careers which suit Intrapersonal Thinkers include: Psychologist, Teacher, Pilot, Child care worker, Explorer, Drama therapist, Music.
So now I know.
What kind of thinker are you?
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 9:42 PM
Friday, October 14, 2005
Why would a father name his daughter 'Jordan'? Why is everyone getting hysterical about bird flu? Has anyone else wondered whether David Cameron is the love spawn of something unnatural between Tony Blair and Peter Mandelson? When will Baroness Evil cark it? [ There's champagne to be ordered ] How low can Ashley go? Why has the squirrel population in Bignjuicyville increased dramatically? Who pays the bill for Royal Marines driving an actor around in a speedboat? How long before newspapers become mobile internet screens?Two little eyes left - cmon cmon
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Thursday, October 13, 2005
Yummy
Reason no 85658 to shop at Morrisons: Lindt chocolate: £1 a bar.
Kettle Chips: 2 for £2 at Mr Sainsbury's
Fake champagne in black bottles - [rather nice] 2 for £8 at Mr Sainsbury's
Enjoy.
Do you think Will has been copying my logo?
A happy John Peel Day to all my readers.
Now you don't see him
The large African animal in yesterday's picture puzzle was Jerry the Giraffe, cunningly hiding next to a tree.
Spotted by J. Well done J.
Now you do.
2 eyeballs left - more clues...
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 4:30 PM
Never too late Reason no 85658 to shop at Morrisons: Lindt chocolate: £1 a bar. Kettle Chips: 2 for £2 at Mr Sainsbury's Fake champagne in black bottles - [rather nice] 2 for £8 at Mr Sainsbury'sEnjoy.
Do you think Will has been copying my logo?
A happy John Peel Day to all my readers.
Now you don't see him
The large African animal in yesterday's picture puzzle was Jerry the Giraffe, cunningly hiding next to a tree.
Spotted by J. Well done J.
Now you do.
2 eyeballs left - more clues...
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 4:30 PM
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Satisfying to read yesterday of the progress in realising Jørn Utzon's original interior schemes for his masterwork Sydney Opera House. [Earlier posting here ] Still working at 87, Utzon is at last being given the recognition for all he's done for Sydney and Australia. They've inaugurated the Utzon Room which features a tapestry he'd designed back in the 60s and which was axed at the time of his leaving the project. They're also modifying the building in an exciting Utzon designed scheme to update it for the new century. Sad that he has vowed never to see his greatest building, "No, I will not see it now," he says, "which makes me sad. Every day I wake up and think of the Opera House. It gives me such pleasure that the building means so much to the people of Sydney and Australia - that makes me very happy."
Sigh I want to go back...
Wildlife
It was all action earlier at the Kruger National Park webcam. A bit of hephalump refreshment and a bit of rhinocerosian slurpage. Rather proud of myself for grabbing these shots in the available thirty seconds before image refresh. Just think, as we sit down to tea, somewhere due south real elephants are lolloping around being elephantine. Seeing them 'live' is rather marvellous. Thanks again to Zed for the original link.
Listen with Mutant
Via Mutant, [ who's back in the land of the blogging ] a link to the BBC4 High Rise Dreams site.
Onwards I go to the BBC4 audio interviews site; a rich goldmine featuring Kenneth Williams, Mies van der Rohe, Benjamin Britten, Nureyev, Bob Marley, Andy Warhol, Siegfried Sassoon, Pele and Enid Blyton among numerous others. This will keep me busy for several hours. Good old aunty beeb.
OK - now there are clues...
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 9:49 PM
PliabilitySigh I want to go back...
Wildlife
It was all action earlier at the Kruger National Park webcam. A bit of hephalump refreshment and a bit of rhinocerosian slurpage. Rather proud of myself for grabbing these shots in the available thirty seconds before image refresh. Just think, as we sit down to tea, somewhere due south real elephants are lolloping around being elephantine. Seeing them 'live' is rather marvellous. Thanks again to Zed for the original link.
Listen with Mutant
Via Mutant, [ who's back in the land of the blogging ] a link to the BBC4 High Rise Dreams site.
Onwards I go to the BBC4 audio interviews site; a rich goldmine featuring Kenneth Williams, Mies van der Rohe, Benjamin Britten, Nureyev, Bob Marley, Andy Warhol, Siegfried Sassoon, Pele and Enid Blyton among numerous others. This will keep me busy for several hours. Good old aunty beeb.
OK - now there are clues...
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Monday, October 10, 2005
Do you like my little friend here?
He's called Tony.
I was saddened to hear today of the big fire at Aardman Animation in Bristol which seems to have destroyed much of the early history of Wallace and Gromit and the even more precious Morph [ seen here in the official history ]. Had a wierd day today where I, for a variety of reasons I still haven't put my finger on, felt tetchy and wanted to thump someone. Outwardly though, I was sweetness and smiley smiley. A bit like Tony up there. Anyway, spying a large lump of congealing blu tak in the sticky drawer I decided to whip it out and fashion it into a thing of beauty a'la Aardman. Unfortunately I ended up with Tony.
Still, I feel better now. Perhaps I've transferred my negative energy into Tony.
He looks a bit camp doesn't he? I need to get some pipe cleaners.
And some psychiatric help.
5 eyes still staring, endlessly, pleadingly,into cyberspace - who are they?
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 8:11 PM
Sunday, October 09, 2005
Help
"Other than that we of course need relief goods in the form of tents and blankets and medicines"
Pervez Musharraf, President of Pakistan
Fabulosity abounds at the British Library, 'Turning the Pages' site. Get up close and personal with priceless volumes such as the personal notebook of Leonardo, the original manuscript of Alice's Adventures Underground by Lewis Carroll, the Lindisfarne Gospels and the first atlas of Europe by Mercator. The volumes have been digitally scanned at high resolution. You can turn the pages as though leafing through the book. Zoom in on the pages - read Leonardo's handwriting [ handy mirror tool supplied ]. Hear audio to support the text. See Lewis Carroll's original drawings of Alice. Fantastic.
The eyes are looking...
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Bless me reader"Other than that we of course need relief goods in the form of tents and blankets and medicines"
Pervez Musharraf, President of Pakistan
Fabulosity abounds at the British Library, 'Turning the Pages' site. Get up close and personal with priceless volumes such as the personal notebook of Leonardo, the original manuscript of Alice's Adventures Underground by Lewis Carroll, the Lindisfarne Gospels and the first atlas of Europe by Mercator. The volumes have been digitally scanned at high resolution. You can turn the pages as though leafing through the book. Zoom in on the pages - read Leonardo's handwriting [ handy mirror tool supplied ]. Hear audio to support the text. See Lewis Carroll's original drawings of Alice. Fantastic.
The eyes are looking...
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 7:13 PM
Saturday, October 08, 2005
...it's been three months since my last quiz.
Time for a spot of rectification methinks.
Cast your eye over this little lot.
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 11:09 PM
Time for a spot of rectification methinks.
Cast your eye over this little lot.
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Friday, October 07, 2005
Today's lunch
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Cheese and tomato sandwiches
[ Multigrain bread, organic butter, cheese and tomatoes ]: 4 off
Verdict: Tasty and filling. Seeds from bread got stuck in my teeth.
Banana
[ Under ripe - not v.nice ]
Verdict: Don't bring under ripe bananas in future - how about a nice chocolate eclair instead?
Cup of tea
[ Sainsbury's Red Label, milk, no sugar ]
Verdict: Nice, refreshing as ever.
Annoying woman bending my ear
[ Sod off and leave me alone you demented harpy - you gave me indigestion ]
Verdict: Have lunch somewhere else tomorrow.
On the matter of Iraq:
"There is no justification for Iran or any other country's interference."
T.Blair 6-1-05
Er - did I miss something?
Massive war, tons of bombs, thousands of US and UK troops etc etc. Thousands of deaths. Interference? No?
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 10:42 PM
Nuts[ Multigrain bread, organic butter, cheese and tomatoes ]: 4 off
Verdict: Tasty and filling. Seeds from bread got stuck in my teeth.
Banana
[ Under ripe - not v.nice ]
Verdict: Don't bring under ripe bananas in future - how about a nice chocolate eclair instead?
Cup of tea
[ Sainsbury's Red Label, milk, no sugar ]
Verdict: Nice, refreshing as ever.
Annoying woman bending my ear
[ Sod off and leave me alone you demented harpy - you gave me indigestion ]
Verdict: Have lunch somewhere else tomorrow.
On the matter of Iraq:
"There is no justification for Iran or any other country's interference."
T.Blair 6-1-05
Er - did I miss something?
Massive war, tons of bombs, thousands of US and UK troops etc etc. Thousands of deaths. Interference? No?
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 10:42 PM
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
 | A strange alien pod. |
 | It opens to reveal 2 beady eyes.. |
 | The beautifully engineered structure gives up it's cargo. |
 | Packaging at it's best. The goods arrive in perfect condition. |
 | Look at how gorgeous they are. |
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Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Bloggage
This month I'm going to be sniffing around new and uncharted blogs for interesting writing. Here are my first three.
aardvark.dj - a nice line in irreverent domestic bliss.
Diary of a printmaker - Artist, educator, dancer, dj. Regularly interspersed with cake.
The Daily Linguini - like walking through the door of your favourite Italian restaurant - he serves Hula Hoops too.
Desperation no 2
Poor Caroline Spelman [ Q: Whoshe? A: Apparently a 'top tory' ]. The 'Shadow Secretary of State for Local and Devolved Government Affairs' - [ ie Head of paper clips at tory hq ] - is lamenting public cynicism about politicians.
"You try to tell people what their MPs and councillors actually do, which is a lot of hard work, but not only do they have no idea what politicians do, they seem not to care." She blames Jeremy Paxman and the government for the nihilism. Nothing to do with 17 years of market driven, cynical, social destruction that ended in 1997 then?
Caroline welcomes your views. Why not email with your suggestions for the future of UK Conservatism or simply to say, 'Hi Cazza - we love Gordy' ?
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 8:54 PM
This month I'm going to be sniffing around new and uncharted blogs for interesting writing. Here are my first three.
aardvark.dj - a nice line in irreverent domestic bliss.
Diary of a printmaker - Artist, educator, dancer, dj. Regularly interspersed with cake.
The Daily Linguini - like walking through the door of your favourite Italian restaurant - he serves Hula Hoops too.
Desperation no 2
Poor Caroline Spelman [ Q: Whoshe? A: Apparently a 'top tory' ]. The 'Shadow Secretary of State for Local and Devolved Government Affairs' - [ ie Head of paper clips at tory hq ] - is lamenting public cynicism about politicians.
"You try to tell people what their MPs and councillors actually do, which is a lot of hard work, but not only do they have no idea what politicians do, they seem not to care." She blames Jeremy Paxman and the government for the nihilism. Nothing to do with 17 years of market driven, cynical, social destruction that ended in 1997 then?
Caroline welcomes your views. Why not email with your suggestions for the future of UK Conservatism or simply to say, 'Hi Cazza - we love Gordy' ?
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 8:54 PM
Monday, October 03, 2005
Desperation
Like the Neil Kinnock / Tracey Ullman video the blue bores are now trying to be cool.
[ Think: your Dad at the disco ]. Tell the Tories what you think of them whilst enduring their hip musak. We love Gordy.
Bum to rights
The anti prostate cancer ad - discussed on Friday has been unbanned
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 11:56 PM
AmbitionsLike the Neil Kinnock / Tracey Ullman video the blue bores are now trying to be cool.
[ Think: your Dad at the disco ]. Tell the Tories what you think of them whilst enduring their hip musak. We love Gordy.
Bum to rights
The anti prostate cancer ad - discussed on Friday has been unbanned
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 11:56 PM
Sunday, October 02, 2005
I thought I'd achieved most of my ambitions but I realised recently that I'd just been so busy having a 'career' that I anaesthetised myself into a false reality. See? that's what capitalist enslavement does to you. This time last year I was counting down to freedom as I prepared to escape from being an employee. Back then my only ambition was to get the hell away from the dysfunctional emporium I'd given too many years of my life to. To escape all the bitter and twisted politicised wrecks who seemed intent on sucking my life blood so as to stave off their own advancing decay whilst simultaneously trying to make me feel grateful for the 'opportunity' they'd given me. Not that I 'have issues' or owt. Funny, doesn't feel like a whole year. Expect a few more posts in this vein as we head towards the first anniversary of the start of my new life. Now I realise that there was nothing to be worried about - I survived. Now I realise that my sense of ambition, buried under years of corporate conditioning, is slowly returning. My self esteem has improved and I have a lovely glossy coat, woof woof. I feel that ambition is an important part of being healthy, a sign that you can look forward with hope. I realise that I had somehow blocked out a lot of this because I'd buried myself in day to day stuff, which although interesting, had very limited horizons. I wonder how common it is to forget or lose your ambition.
Twazzock
Do you pause before spending a penny?
Do you stall when it comes to season ticket renewals?
Are you reluctant to remunerate the railway?
This idiot spent an obscene £682 to travel between Northumberland and Oxford. He then writes about it in the paper thereby attracting a fat fee for telling us all what an overconsuming twat he is. Only prince tampon could be more extravagant. Me? I'm happy with a cheap day return to Catford once a year [ travel after 10am and bring your own sandwiches ].
More Bush
Nice review of the new album in today's Observer. Dang - looks like I may end up buying it at this rate.
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 9:18 PM
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Do you pause before spending a penny?
Do you stall when it comes to season ticket renewals?
Are you reluctant to remunerate the railway?
This idiot spent an obscene £682 to travel between Northumberland and Oxford. He then writes about it in the paper thereby attracting a fat fee for telling us all what an overconsuming twat he is. Only prince tampon could be more extravagant. Me? I'm happy with a cheap day return to Catford once a year [ travel after 10am and bring your own sandwiches ].
More Bush
Nice review of the new album in today's Observer. Dang - looks like I may end up buying it at this rate.
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 9:18 PM
Saturday, October 01, 2005
Blair scare: 82 year old terrorist. Punk PM. Have the queen in your living room for Christmas. Don't suck and drive in Deutschland. Westlife manager was deaf all along. Grain pain in groin. Robbie: I dream of aliens. Parakeets ate my conkers.î Linky
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 6:54 PM