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[Jul. 3rd, 2009|03:25 pm] |
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Primeval junked. Torchwood punished. Now this What next? Something new? Something original? We can hope but only the very innocent will hold their breath. |
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[Jul. 1st, 2009|08:38 am] |
Want to know why your passenger numbers are falling, gentlemen? Look at your prices. If we want to travel to London it is cheaper for us to take the car and spend (at least) one night in a reasonable hotel than it is to buy return fares on National Express trains. Look at your booking arrangements. I dare say your advertising is strictly legal but I can never find any cheap advanced fares, and I used to work for the National Rail Enquiry Service - I know more about rail fares than is good for my health. Look at your rickety, antique rolling stock.
But what the hell? Don't bother. You're history, gentlemen. Isn't it about time we brought an end to this expensive (in terms of public subsidy and traveller deaths) experiment and renationalised the whole bloody lot. At least, then we would be able to hold someone responsible for the waste of billions.
Ah, but I remember when John Redwood devised this cess pit of a system, specifically to ensure that none of his friends would ever be held responsible for anything. |
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[Jun. 30th, 2009|02:35 pm] |
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John, don't you think there might just be a reason why you Torchwoodies have been Punished Like, maybe your shows weren't good enough. |
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[Jun. 30th, 2009|12:39 pm] |
Swine Flu Parties? Are these like Anne Summers parties, or Tupperware parties, or is it more a case of people tossing their car keys into the fruit bowl?
Ah, here comes Mr McEnroe with his most famous line. All together now. You CANNOT be serious! |
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[Jun. 29th, 2009|02:52 pm] |
Dunno about you, but did anyone actually ASK anyone from said possibly offended community about this? Or must we celebrate all cultures except our own?
On the other hand, anyone who would take offence might be worth offending. |
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| Memo to Mr De Villiers |
[Jun. 29th, 2009|01:23 pm] |
So Skunk Burgher is an honourable man is he. Take another look at the footage, Mr de Villiers. Skunk's first finger is bent into Fitzgerald's right eye socket. His middle finger is straight along his nose and forehead. His ring finger is bent in Fitzgerald's left eye socket. Skunk was gouging. He was caught. The only reason he wasn't red carded was the inexperienced ref was a homer (but then they all are, everywhere) You won the match because one of your senior players is a lousy cheat who hasn't the balls to admit it when caught.
Part of modern rugby? My arse. Real men don't gouge. But then, real men don't treat every warm up match as an opportunity to do as much damage to the tourists as possible. |
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[Jun. 29th, 2009|12:26 pm] |
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The ladies announce they aren't coming home until tomorrow. Today they are off to Chatsworth House, the gardens and farm, rather than heading North. Jealous? Me? Whatever makes you imagine that? |
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[Jun. 28th, 2009|12:09 pm] |
It isn't quite like breathing soup today - overcast, heavy but not quite warm enough to be that unpleasant (you know those little breathe easy nose strips you see advertised? I am a target market) Still, just what I needed to discover when I returned home after taking Star for a brisk walk - brisk for me if not necessarily for her - was that Aaron had drunk all the diet Coke that was in the fridge when I went to bed last night. So I'm having to make do with a Becks that has been in the fridge for about a couple of months.
Poor poor pitiful me.
Thing is, I don't drink (alcohol - and the bottle says it is 5% alcohol and it was brewed in Germany, so that must be true) during the day. I don't drink much at night either. Oh well, needs must. |
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| Shiver |
[Jun. 27th, 2009|01:55 pm] |
I know this stretch of the A19 far better than I should wish. Nasty, but not nearly so nasty as the next stretch that was built by people who though cross roads were just the right thing for a dual carriageway. Proof that accountants cost lives.
My condolences to all involved and my thanks that we now no longer have to drive that road. |
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| What an odd call |
[Jun. 26th, 2009|10:59 pm] |
Had a call from my bank's fraud department earlier this evening. Did I recognise these transactions 'made' with my debit card today? No, I did not recognise two attempts to buy National Express coach tickets, or whatever it was 'I' wanted to pay for at Marble Arch Cars. As a result, my card is cancelled and I'll be getting a new one in the post. Nothing lost, although it is a good thing I am not going to need a debit card in the next few days.
So, thank you the bank that thinks it is a Black Horse (we're still leaving) One question, though. Why couldn't you have called before the guy from Tesco called to enquire if I knew why my card wouldn't work for the delivery they wanted to make. Aren't you supposed to contact the customer before you put a stop on their card? |
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| Michael Jackson |
[Jun. 26th, 2009|11:44 am] |
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| | Oh What a Circus by Antonio Banderas and Madonna | ] |
There is, as ever, much going on in the world that is important - Iran tearing itself apart, North Korea sabre rattling - not to mention off the world. Yet what is all the news? The death of a sometime singer and actor who had done nothing in years.
As at the time of the weeping and wailing and rending of garments when Saint Diana went to her reward, I find myself in the unusual position of finding what I want to say already said, by Sir Tim Rice of all people.
Tomorrow, however, we shall all be able to sing along with Millicent Martin - That was the week that was, its over, let it go - if we can hear anything over the underwater recital being given at Glastonbury by Mr Springsteen and his estimable E Street Band (sans Danny Federici, of course) |
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| The space between |
[Jun. 24th, 2009|03:49 pm] |
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| | You can't always get what you want, by The Rolling Stones | ] |
In the early hours of Monday morning I had a hypoglycaemic attack. The symptoms were normal - woke up with my head drenched, a throbbing tension in my stomach and that schizophrenic feeling whereby the rational part of me sits above telling the suffering part of me what to do - ie, get up and get a boiled sweet from my jeans, go downstairs and get some fruit. In the meantime, the physical part of me says 'in a minute'. I eventually swung my legs over the side of the bed to get up and do something about it. What I did was sit there, dripping, the physical part of me downright disobeying the cerebral side of me. Eventually Melissa came up stairs and quickly brought me a banana, a boiled sweet and some orange juice.
Restoration of stout party.
Well, my sugar levels are okay right now, although I remember the fear vividly, the what if no-one else was there to help me (Cathie mostly works nights, Aaron sleeps like the dead and Melissa is off to university soon) Now I have looked the prospect of death clear in the eye and I can handle that. What I don't enjoy is the fear.
I am reminded of the sensation now because I am having a quiet time at work and I could be writing. I am actively working on a novel and 2 short stories, one of which has a deadline of tomorrow. I know what I want to write, but Mr Meat will not cooperate. Frustration reigns, some times it reigns |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 24th, 2009|01:55 pm] |
Here's a question for you, Max (or, seeing as you have decided not to stand for re-election, just like the last time, perhaps Bernard should answer it for you) You want the FOTA teams to restrict their spending to early 1990s levels Presumably this means that you will take out of the sport/business/crack house only as much as you took in the early 1990s.
Or am I missing something here? |
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[Jun. 22nd, 2009|10:59 am] |
Here we see the British managerial class naked to the world. Mr Hester thinks banking salaries too high and will do what he can to bring them down except - it seems - for his own. And his lodge brothers agree, so that nobody will rock the boat when it comes to their own inflated benefits (for instance, final salary pensions are a thing of the past, except at board level, where they are necessary to attract the very best . . .)
Interestingly, and I haven't done the sums, I would be very surprised if the entire 'cost' of the Parliamentary expenses 'scandal' amounted to Mr Hester's annual salary - and there are 600+ MPs. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 18th, 2009|02:45 pm] |
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Madam, are you absolutely sure you're not being just the teensiest weensiest bit disingenuous? |
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[Jun. 17th, 2009|09:51 am] |
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The Chinese having a flexible attitude towards intellectual property, especially someone else's intellectual property. Who'd'a thunk it? |
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[Jun. 16th, 2009|10:43 pm] |
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And with their track record we believe them . . . exactly why should we believe them? |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 15th, 2009|10:01 am] |
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Earwig of the day - One World is Enough by Sting
It's okay, I'm a fan of Mr Sumner. |
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