Witch hunts
The Jimmy Saville witch hunt for all
the cronies and coverups, I'm all for. The Lance Armstrong one I
don't see the point of. Cycling was dope-heavy at the time. Now, it's
cleaning things up. Then, Armstrong seems to just have been pushing
the envelope further than anyone else. Doing the same, just more or
better.
Were it my sole responsibility, I would
withhold my licence fee when it next becomes due. I have only one
thing against the BBC, and that's funding a broadcaster that
broadcasts nothing I want to watch. It feels like paying an empty cab
to drive around the block a few times or buying a replica Tottenham
shirt. With no intention of burning it. So, on the basis that I
always hated Saville and never bought into that national treasure
bull, on the basis that plenty at the corporation knew exactly what
was going on and covered it up, on the basis that even though they
knew they still produced and put out a tribute programme, and on the
basis that I don't really want to fund an organisation that supports
people like Saville, I would refuse to pay.
Takeaway heaven, part one
Fishcake, chips, and curry sauce. Open
out wrapping. Plenty of salt and vinegar on the chips. Place fishcake
on chips. Smother in chipshop curry sauce.
Boris...
...according to Max Hastings, is
“brilliant, funny, warm and human, and can never be PM”. Hastings
then goes on to a long character assassination. Apparently those are
the reasons why, no matter how warm, funny and human he is, he should
never be PM.
Don't warmth, humour, and humanity, in
and of themselves, bar their owners from office? In my adult life
we've had a succession of ice kings and a queen devoid of humour,
humanity and humility.
Thatcher. Evil, bitter, twisted. A mad
hag. Her and Ronnie and Reganomics have got us where we are now. It
seems you shouldn't think that.
Blair. Son of Maggie. Equally mad.
Convinced that he was doing God's work.
The two C's. Cameron is some sort of
alien reptile shapeshifter. Clegg would sell his grannie to be made
milk monitor.
Like Kiz said, there's not much to
recommend either Ken or Boris, but at least with Boris you get a
laugh. Politically, I just can't support him, but as a fellow member
of the No-Matter-What-I'm-Wearing-I'm-Scruffy club perhaps I should.
Shocking, really shocking
A campaign promoting proper meat (from
the butchers) and proper veg (from the greengrocers) is hitting the
skids because people don't have the skills to cope with those
ingredients and depend on highly processed, highly packaged, highly
unhealthy, and highly unpalatable supermarket rubbish.
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