Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Here's some itches I can't scratch:
Kenneth Clarke wants to be leader of the Conservative Party: Fucking ridiculous! Like Michael Howard, he's had to wait twenty years to dispel the shadows that kept him from power - namely Thatcher and Major's government. He wasn't good enough to run the party back then - and god knows he tried hard enough - so what does it say about the current tories that he stands a good chance now? It's simply laughable! And someone correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't Micheal Howard standing down to allow some new blood to show through? Ken Clarke is older than Howard! The Tories are a farce and Labour is being run by an egomaniacal autocrat - and will be when Blair steps down. It's a crying shame that the Lib Dems can't get a toehold. They're the only ones with a shred of dignity and decency left in Wesminster. Granted, there's not much to choose between, but if you had to pick the best of a bad lot...
Nanny Blair wants to ban "violent porn": It's startling revelation time (and I'm none too confident about this) - me and Charlie enjoy a bit of the old ropes, chains and leather stuff, nothing amazing - sexy outfits and mild to average bondage in the whole - but now and again, we go in for a bit of harder stuff, gleaning tying methods and safe practice hints from pics and videos we find online. Under the laws the UK Government is suggesting, we would be criminals several times over. Just for enjoying something a little kinky - OK, maybe a lot kinky, but here's the rub - I'm not about to go and kill anyone in a badly judged sex game - and neither are 99.999999999% of the people in the strong, well established and very active BDSM community in britain. For people that have no inclination towards the practise of bondage and sadomasochistic sex, it's utterly incomprehensible how anyone can enjoy being restrained and hurt as a part of sex play - and that's fair enough, it's a difficult idea to get your head round, but outlawing the presence of this kind of pornography over the internet is plain wrong. Yes, by all means cutout the foul snuff sites and "real rape" and "genuine asphyxiation" sites and the like, but there's a lot of middle ground there - there are sites out there devoted to the intense erotic value of BDSM, such as one of my favourites - insex.com - which deals with quite heavy rope bondage and full on erotic torture. Now how do I know it's erotic torture? How do I know the girls are enjoying it? Because that site has provided me with videos of some of the most earthshattering, intense, mindblowing orgasms I've ever seen a woman experience. I'l be honest and say that I aspire to the level of skill that could give Charlie pleasure that I've seen those heavily bound and tortured girls reach. And yes, you can tell it's genuine. Oh boy, can you ever.
But there's another issue, apart from my bedroom perversions. I'm sick of the kneejerk reactionary nannying that's going on all over the place. Someone drops dead during asphyxiation sex and immediately we must remove all trace of anything that might have influenced it. A boy is abducted mere yards from school and killed - suddenly every school must phone the parents of absentees the very moment the kid doesn't turn up. The Maths syllabus doesn't quite suit a half dozen kids in the Outer Hebrides, so the entire curriculum has to be altered to accommodate them. Terrorists attack London, so the country goes on lockdown and the laws get tweaked daily to fit the crimes we want to believe others might commit.
There seems to be - no, there definitely is - a belief that you can reach a level where you can please, or at least appease every single one of the fifty million people in the country. This is coupled with a complete ignorance of the logical fact that this is an impossibility. The saying goes that you can't please all the people all the time. Don't say that too loud in Westminster, though, or the Pentagon.
Just like in the states, the concept of personal responsibility is being eroded. If something bad happens, then it must be society to blame and therefore that bad element of society has to be excised. Crap! Utter bullshit! We are all responsible for our own actions. At the end of the day, we are not so gullible and brainwashed by the media that we can be absolved of all responsibility for our actions. Turning the face of the country into a bland PC-friendly state won't stop the bad things happening, it'll just mean that we're less well equipped to cope with the bad things when they happen.
I've said it before and I'll say it again - Government needs to leave us alone to get on with it and stop believing it can put everything right when it's farmed all its real power out to local assemblies, autonomous councils and market forces. They've given away eevry right they had to interfere with how our businesses are run and they never had a right to interfere with our own personal lives. With their desire to get everything right, they're getting more and more things wrong.
And the worst thing is that they don't realise - and they won't stop.
Kenneth Clarke wants to be leader of the Conservative Party: Fucking ridiculous! Like Michael Howard, he's had to wait twenty years to dispel the shadows that kept him from power - namely Thatcher and Major's government. He wasn't good enough to run the party back then - and god knows he tried hard enough - so what does it say about the current tories that he stands a good chance now? It's simply laughable! And someone correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't Micheal Howard standing down to allow some new blood to show through? Ken Clarke is older than Howard! The Tories are a farce and Labour is being run by an egomaniacal autocrat - and will be when Blair steps down. It's a crying shame that the Lib Dems can't get a toehold. They're the only ones with a shred of dignity and decency left in Wesminster. Granted, there's not much to choose between, but if you had to pick the best of a bad lot...
Nanny Blair wants to ban "violent porn": It's startling revelation time (and I'm none too confident about this) - me and Charlie enjoy a bit of the old ropes, chains and leather stuff, nothing amazing - sexy outfits and mild to average bondage in the whole - but now and again, we go in for a bit of harder stuff, gleaning tying methods and safe practice hints from pics and videos we find online. Under the laws the UK Government is suggesting, we would be criminals several times over. Just for enjoying something a little kinky - OK, maybe a lot kinky, but here's the rub - I'm not about to go and kill anyone in a badly judged sex game - and neither are 99.999999999% of the people in the strong, well established and very active BDSM community in britain. For people that have no inclination towards the practise of bondage and sadomasochistic sex, it's utterly incomprehensible how anyone can enjoy being restrained and hurt as a part of sex play - and that's fair enough, it's a difficult idea to get your head round, but outlawing the presence of this kind of pornography over the internet is plain wrong. Yes, by all means cutout the foul snuff sites and "real rape" and "genuine asphyxiation" sites and the like, but there's a lot of middle ground there - there are sites out there devoted to the intense erotic value of BDSM, such as one of my favourites - insex.com - which deals with quite heavy rope bondage and full on erotic torture. Now how do I know it's erotic torture? How do I know the girls are enjoying it? Because that site has provided me with videos of some of the most earthshattering, intense, mindblowing orgasms I've ever seen a woman experience. I'l be honest and say that I aspire to the level of skill that could give Charlie pleasure that I've seen those heavily bound and tortured girls reach. And yes, you can tell it's genuine. Oh boy, can you ever.
But there's another issue, apart from my bedroom perversions. I'm sick of the kneejerk reactionary nannying that's going on all over the place. Someone drops dead during asphyxiation sex and immediately we must remove all trace of anything that might have influenced it. A boy is abducted mere yards from school and killed - suddenly every school must phone the parents of absentees the very moment the kid doesn't turn up. The Maths syllabus doesn't quite suit a half dozen kids in the Outer Hebrides, so the entire curriculum has to be altered to accommodate them. Terrorists attack London, so the country goes on lockdown and the laws get tweaked daily to fit the crimes we want to believe others might commit.
There seems to be - no, there definitely is - a belief that you can reach a level where you can please, or at least appease every single one of the fifty million people in the country. This is coupled with a complete ignorance of the logical fact that this is an impossibility. The saying goes that you can't please all the people all the time. Don't say that too loud in Westminster, though, or the Pentagon.
Just like in the states, the concept of personal responsibility is being eroded. If something bad happens, then it must be society to blame and therefore that bad element of society has to be excised. Crap! Utter bullshit! We are all responsible for our own actions. At the end of the day, we are not so gullible and brainwashed by the media that we can be absolved of all responsibility for our actions. Turning the face of the country into a bland PC-friendly state won't stop the bad things happening, it'll just mean that we're less well equipped to cope with the bad things when they happen.
I've said it before and I'll say it again - Government needs to leave us alone to get on with it and stop believing it can put everything right when it's farmed all its real power out to local assemblies, autonomous councils and market forces. They've given away eevry right they had to interfere with how our businesses are run and they never had a right to interfere with our own personal lives. With their desire to get everything right, they're getting more and more things wrong.
And the worst thing is that they don't realise - and they won't stop.
From the "If it's good enough for X, it's good enough for me" files:
Here's the deal - go to Musicoutfitters.com and put your high school graduation year into the search box. Out will pop the 100 best tunes of that year. Cross out the songs you hated, embolden the ones you liked, leave the ones you've forgotten or didn't care about.
Excellent waste of 15 minutes.
So here's 1989, when I left senior school. I left college in '92. I might do that one later, but 200 songs in a row would be a bit much!
1. Look Away, Chicago
2.My Prerogative, Bobby Brown
3. Every Rose Has Its Thorn, Poison
4.Straight Up, Paula Abdul
5.Miss You Much, Janet Jackson
6.Cold Hearted, Paula Abdul
7.Wind Beneath My Wings, Bette Midler
I cannot tell you how much I genuinely despise this song!
8.Girl You Know Its True, Milli Vanilli
9.Baby, I Love Your Way/Freebird, Will To Power
10. Giving You The Best That I Got, Anita Baker
11.Right Here Waiting, Richard Marx
12.Waiting For A Star To Fall, Boy Meets Girl
13. Lost In Your Eyes, Debbie Gibson
14. Don't Wanna Lose You, Gloria Estefan
15. Heavan, Warrant
16.Girl I'm Gonna Miss You, Milli Vanilli
17.The Look, Roxette
18. She Drives Me Crazy, Fine Young Cannibals
19.On Our Own, Bobby Brown
20. Two Hearts, Phil Collins
21. Blame It On The Rain, Milli Vanilli
22.Listen To Your Heart, Roxette
23.I'll Be There For You, Bon Jovi
24. If You Don't Know Me By Now, Simply Red
25. Like A Prayer, Madonna
26.I'll Be Loving You (Forever), New Kids On The Block
27. How Can I Fall?, Breathe
28.Baby Don't Forget My Number, Milli Vanilli
29. Toy Solider, Martika
30. Forever Your Girl, Paula Abdul
31. The Living Years, Mike and the Mechanics
32. Eternal Flame, The Bangles
33. Wild Thing, Tone Loc
34. When I See You Smile, Bad English
35.If I Could Turn Back Time, Cher
36. Buffalo Stance, Neneh Cherry
37. When I'm With You, Sheriff
38. Don't Rush Me, Taylor Dayne
39. Born To Be My Baby, Bon Jovi
40. Good Thing, Fine Young Cannibals
41.The Lover In Me, Sheena Easton
42. Bust A Move, Young M.C.
43. Once Bitten, Twice Shy, Great White
44. Batdance, Prince
45. Rock On, Michael Damian
46. Real Lov, Jody Watley
47. Love Shack, B-52's
48.Every Little Step, Bobby Brown
49.Hangin' Tough, New Kids On The Block
50. My Heart Can't Tell You No, Rod Stewart
51. So Alive, Love and Rockets
52.You Got It (The Right Stuff), New Kids On The Block
53. Armageddon It, Def Leppard
54. Satisfied, Richard Marx
55. Express Yourself, Madonna
56. I Like It, Dino
57. Soldier Of Love, Donny Osmond
58. Sowing The Seeds Of Love, Tears For Fears
59. Cherish, Madonna
60. When The Children Cry, White Lion
61. 18 And Life, Skid Row
62. I Don't Want Your Love, Duran Duran
63. Second Chances, .38 Special
64. The Way You Love Me, Karyn White
65. Funky Cold Medina, Tone Loc
66. In Your Room, Bangles
67.Miss You Like Crazy, Natalie Cole
68. Love Song, Cure
69.Secret Rendesvous, Karyn White
70. Angel Eyes, Jeff Healey Band
71. Patience, Guns N' Roses
72. Walk On Water, Eddie Money
73.Cover Girl, New Kids On The Block
74. Welcom To The Jungle, Guns N' Roses
75. Shower Me With Your Love, Surface
76. Stand, R.E.M.
77. Close My Eyes Forever, Lita Ford
78. All This Time, Tiffany
79. After All, Cher and Peter Cetera
80. Roni, Bobby Brown
81. Love In An Elevator, Aerosmith
82. Lay Your Hands On Me, Bon Jovi
83. This Promise, When In Rome
84. What I Am, Edie Brickell and The New Bohemians
85. I Remember Holding You, Boys Club
86. Paradise City, Guns N' Roses
87. Iwanna Have Some Fun, Samantha Fox
88.She Wants To Dance With Me, Rick Astley
89. Dreamin', Vanessa Williams
90. It's No Crime, Babyface
91. Poison, Alice Cooper
92.This Time I Know It's For Real, Donna Summer
93.Smooth Criminal, Michael Jackson
94. Heavan Help Me, Deon Estus
95.Rock Wit'cha, Bobby Brown
96. Thinking Of You, Sa-fire
97. What You Don't Know, Expose
98. Surrender To Me, Ann Wilson and Robin Zander
99. The End Of The Innocence, Don Henley
100. Keep On Movin', Soul II Soul
Jeez there's a lot of crossing out there. Most of 'em, like Donna Summer, New Kids and Bette Middler give me a genuine shudder of revulsion. Not many bolds in that lot. I blame the boy band invasion.
Shamelessly stolen from Mark - as most of my memes are.
Here's the deal - go to Musicoutfitters.com and put your high school graduation year into the search box. Out will pop the 100 best tunes of that year. Cross out the songs you hated, embolden the ones you liked, leave the ones you've forgotten or didn't care about.
Excellent waste of 15 minutes.
So here's 1989, when I left senior school. I left college in '92. I might do that one later, but 200 songs in a row would be a bit much!
1. Look Away, Chicago
2.
3. Every Rose Has Its Thorn, Poison
4.
5.
6.
7.
I cannot tell you how much I genuinely despise this song!
8.
9.
10. Giving You The Best That I Got, Anita Baker
11.
12.
13. Lost In Your Eyes, Debbie Gibson
14. Don't Wanna Lose You, Gloria Estefan
15. Heavan, Warrant
16.
17.
18. She Drives Me Crazy, Fine Young Cannibals
19.
20. Two Hearts, Phil Collins
21. Blame It On The Rain, Milli Vanilli
22.
23.
24. If You Don't Know Me By Now, Simply Red
25. Like A Prayer, Madonna
26.
27. How Can I Fall?, Breathe
28.
29. Toy Solider, Martika
30. Forever Your Girl, Paula Abdul
31. The Living Years, Mike and the Mechanics
32. Eternal Flame, The Bangles
33. Wild Thing, Tone Loc
34. When I See You Smile, Bad English
35.
36. Buffalo Stance, Neneh Cherry
37. When I'm With You, Sheriff
38. Don't Rush Me, Taylor Dayne
39. Born To Be My Baby, Bon Jovi
40. Good Thing, Fine Young Cannibals
41.
42. Bust A Move, Young M.C.
43. Once Bitten, Twice Shy, Great White
44. Batdance, Prince
45. Rock On, Michael Damian
46. Real Lov, Jody Watley
47. Love Shack, B-52's
48.
49.
50. My Heart Can't Tell You No, Rod Stewart
51. So Alive, Love and Rockets
52.
53. Armageddon It, Def Leppard
54. Satisfied, Richard Marx
55. Express Yourself, Madonna
56. I Like It, Dino
57. Soldier Of Love, Donny Osmond
58. Sowing The Seeds Of Love, Tears For Fears
59. Cherish, Madonna
60. When The Children Cry, White Lion
61. 18 And Life, Skid Row
62. I Don't Want Your Love, Duran Duran
63. Second Chances, .38 Special
64. The Way You Love Me, Karyn White
65. Funky Cold Medina, Tone Loc
66. In Your Room, Bangles
67.
68. Love Song, Cure
69.
70. Angel Eyes, Jeff Healey Band
71. Patience, Guns N' Roses
72. Walk On Water, Eddie Money
73.
74. Welcom To The Jungle, Guns N' Roses
75. Shower Me With Your Love, Surface
76. Stand, R.E.M.
77. Close My Eyes Forever, Lita Ford
78. All This Time, Tiffany
79. After All, Cher and Peter Cetera
80. Roni, Bobby Brown
81. Love In An Elevator, Aerosmith
82. Lay Your Hands On Me, Bon Jovi
83. This Promise, When In Rome
84. What I Am, Edie Brickell and The New Bohemians
85. I Remember Holding You, Boys Club
86. Paradise City, Guns N' Roses
87. Iwanna Have Some Fun, Samantha Fox
88.
89. Dreamin', Vanessa Williams
90. It's No Crime, Babyface
91. Poison, Alice Cooper
92.
93.
94. Heavan Help Me, Deon Estus
95.
96. Thinking Of You, Sa-fire
97. What You Don't Know, Expose
98. Surrender To Me, Ann Wilson and Robin Zander
99. The End Of The Innocence, Don Henley
100. Keep On Movin', Soul II Soul
Jeez there's a lot of crossing out there. Most of 'em, like Donna Summer, New Kids and Bette Middler give me a genuine shudder of revulsion. Not many bolds in that lot. I blame the boy band invasion.
Shamelessly stolen from Mark - as most of my memes are.
Monday, August 29, 2005
In the past week, we've watched the entire first seasons of Deep Space Nine and Lost. 2Meg broadband is a blessing indeed!
Good to know that American TV can still churn out some good stuff now and again.
Sunday, August 28, 2005
The lump on the puppy's head turned out to be an abscess.
One trip to the vets, five minutes squealing while mr vet squeezed all the gunk out, a quick injection and we're all back to normal and home again with a very hungry boy.
Worry over...
So here's the state of play - it's one week to Allison's sixth birthday, she goes back to school the day after that, Bethan may or may not be going back to nursery fulltime two days later and then on the Saturday, we're all off on our holidays.
Or we might all be off on our holidays.
Y'see, the puppies need looking after.
My parents can't have them as they're around 60 years old and full to the brim with their own concerns, her parents live too far away and it would cost us something like thirty quid in petrol to be sure they'd pop in every day, there's only one friend we trust to house-sit for us and we haven't heard off him for a week or more, so things are precariously up in the air. I haven't even started packing yet.
If the worst comes to the worst, Charlie will be staying at home while I take the two girls away for the week. Won't be much of a holiday for me or Charlie, but at least we'll have had a break.
On the plus side, my Gout's clearing up and we've bought some nice new sexy bedwear. Photos will not be forthcoming, I'm afraid - this stuff doesn't cover enough to make for public consumption...
One trip to the vets, five minutes squealing while mr vet squeezed all the gunk out, a quick injection and we're all back to normal and home again with a very hungry boy.
Worry over...
So here's the state of play - it's one week to Allison's sixth birthday, she goes back to school the day after that, Bethan may or may not be going back to nursery fulltime two days later and then on the Saturday, we're all off on our holidays.
Or we might all be off on our holidays.
Y'see, the puppies need looking after.
My parents can't have them as they're around 60 years old and full to the brim with their own concerns, her parents live too far away and it would cost us something like thirty quid in petrol to be sure they'd pop in every day, there's only one friend we trust to house-sit for us and we haven't heard off him for a week or more, so things are precariously up in the air. I haven't even started packing yet.
If the worst comes to the worst, Charlie will be staying at home while I take the two girls away for the week. Won't be much of a holiday for me or Charlie, but at least we'll have had a break.
On the plus side, my Gout's clearing up and we've bought some nice new sexy bedwear. Photos will not be forthcoming, I'm afraid - this stuff doesn't cover enough to make for public consumption...
I hate jumping through hoops. There's a natural inbuilt reaction that happens in my head each time I have to perform a certain set of actions in order to complete a task.
That's why I'm crap at Quake 2 and Adventure Games.
And now I discover that Blogger has added a new layer of security to its commenting process. Now you have to enter one of those annoying alphanumeric sequences in order to leave a simple comment.
I was feeling a bit abandoned and lonely because I don't get a lot of comments. Now I'm tempted to say "don't bother".
I blame the spammers.
Actually, I'm feeling a bit left out because I haven't suffered from comment spam.
How bad does a blog have to be that not even spammers like it?
I'm feeling a little vulnerable and unloved today.
That's why I'm crap at Quake 2 and Adventure Games.
And now I discover that Blogger has added a new layer of security to its commenting process. Now you have to enter one of those annoying alphanumeric sequences in order to leave a simple comment.
I was feeling a bit abandoned and lonely because I don't get a lot of comments. Now I'm tempted to say "don't bother".
I blame the spammers.
Actually, I'm feeling a bit left out because I haven't suffered from comment spam.
How bad does a blog have to be that not even spammers like it?
I'm feeling a little vulnerable and unloved today.
Saturday, August 27, 2005
Time for a change.
After almost two years as "Diary of a Hedgewitch", I've changed the Blog title to fit in with the imminent opening of my new business venture.
Just for now, I want to be cagey about things but soon enough the whole, terrible truth will revealed.
Until then I'm going to be busy as a bee, so what posting I have been doing will quite possibly dwindle to a minimum.
Eagle eyed readers will have noticed the post announcing my new address has disappeared. That's because it now points to what will be my corporate portal.
Y'know, much like Swiss Toni and Lord Bargain, I'm wondering how much depth to go into on my blog. Surprising as it may seem for someone who's kept a blog for 2 years, I can be quite secretive and don't use this as a forum to pour my heart out. Firstly I can't help wondering whether anyone will be interested and secondly, I don't really want to give out too much personal info.
Also, I can't seem to get the words onto the page lately. My fingers just don't want to do it. Hence all the captioned photos lately.
Well, you'll know what I've decided when I decide it.
And I'm getting bored of this template too.
And my gout's fucking agony again.
And the puppies won't stop moaning.
And one of them has developed a huge bump on its head.
And I have no idea how to finish this post...
After almost two years as "Diary of a Hedgewitch", I've changed the Blog title to fit in with the imminent opening of my new business venture.
Just for now, I want to be cagey about things but soon enough the whole, terrible truth will revealed.
Until then I'm going to be busy as a bee, so what posting I have been doing will quite possibly dwindle to a minimum.
Eagle eyed readers will have noticed the post announcing my new address has disappeared. That's because it now points to what will be my corporate portal.
Y'know, much like Swiss Toni and Lord Bargain, I'm wondering how much depth to go into on my blog. Surprising as it may seem for someone who's kept a blog for 2 years, I can be quite secretive and don't use this as a forum to pour my heart out. Firstly I can't help wondering whether anyone will be interested and secondly, I don't really want to give out too much personal info.
Also, I can't seem to get the words onto the page lately. My fingers just don't want to do it. Hence all the captioned photos lately.
Well, you'll know what I've decided when I decide it.
And I'm getting bored of this template too.
And my gout's fucking agony again.
And the puppies won't stop moaning.
And one of them has developed a huge bump on its head.
And I have no idea how to finish this post...
Thursday, August 25, 2005
YOUR PORN STAR NAME: (Name of first pet / Street you live on)
Tigger Woodmeadow
YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (Name of your favorite snack food / Grandfather's first name)
Crisp James (How cool is that?)
YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME: (First word you see on your left / Favorite restaurant)
Give Bigwok (LOL)
EXOTIC FOREIGNER ALIAS: (Favorite Spice / Last Foreign Vacation Spot)
Garlic Wight
SOCIALITE ALIAS: (Silliest Childhood Nickname / Town Where You First Partied)
Seeds Birmingham (OK, that's crap)
FLY GIRL/BOY ALIAS (a la J. Lo): (First Initial / First Two or Three Letters of your Last Name)
H.Wi (Nope, that's not gonna work)
ICON ALIAS: (Something Sweet Within Sight / Any Liquid in Your Kitchen)
Ack, there's nothing sweet in sight! Erm, hang on, I'll go look in the kitchen...
Digestive Applesquash
DETECTIVE ALIAS: (Favorite Baby Animal / Where You Went to High School)
Kitten Cadbury
BARFLY ALIAS: (Last Snack Food You Ate / Your Favorite Alcoholic Drink)
Sarnie Beam
SOAP OPERA ALIAS: (Middle Name / Street Where You First Lived)
Phillip Edenhurst
ROCK STAR ALIAS: (Favorite Candy / Last Name Of Favorite Musician)
Snickers Clapton
YOUR STAR WARS NAME: ( First 2 letters of your first name and the first 3 Letters from your last name makes your first name. Take the first 2 letters of your mother's maiden name and the first 3 letters of the city you were born in)
Jeez, that's a lot of work to go to...
Nesut Mabir
Thanks to Katya for the meme.
Tigger Woodmeadow
YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (Name of your favorite snack food / Grandfather's first name)
Crisp James (How cool is that?)
YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME: (First word you see on your left / Favorite restaurant)
Give Bigwok (LOL)
EXOTIC FOREIGNER ALIAS: (Favorite Spice / Last Foreign Vacation Spot)
Garlic Wight
SOCIALITE ALIAS: (Silliest Childhood Nickname / Town Where You First Partied)
Seeds Birmingham (OK, that's crap)
FLY GIRL/BOY ALIAS (a la J. Lo): (First Initial / First Two or Three Letters of your Last Name)
H.Wi (Nope, that's not gonna work)
ICON ALIAS: (Something Sweet Within Sight / Any Liquid in Your Kitchen)
Ack, there's nothing sweet in sight! Erm, hang on, I'll go look in the kitchen...
Digestive Applesquash
DETECTIVE ALIAS: (Favorite Baby Animal / Where You Went to High School)
Kitten Cadbury
BARFLY ALIAS: (Last Snack Food You Ate / Your Favorite Alcoholic Drink)
Sarnie Beam
SOAP OPERA ALIAS: (Middle Name / Street Where You First Lived)
Phillip Edenhurst
ROCK STAR ALIAS: (Favorite Candy / Last Name Of Favorite Musician)
Snickers Clapton
YOUR STAR WARS NAME: ( First 2 letters of your first name and the first 3 Letters from your last name makes your first name. Take the first 2 letters of your mother's maiden name and the first 3 letters of the city you were born in)
Jeez, that's a lot of work to go to...
Nesut Mabir
Thanks to Katya for the meme.
Monday, August 22, 2005
Saturday, August 20, 2005
I think I've found the Sale bargain of the week. Just look at the HUGE discount on this sucker!I think it might be time to snap up a bargain!
(OK, so the Pier spoiled my joke. Yesterday, it was showing on their website as being reduced by all of one penny! They're so generous!)
Thursday, August 18, 2005
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Raking over old ground:
Take this with a pinch of salt, but according to "leaked" documents, including photos, most of what we've been told about the execution of Jean Charles de Menezes was in fact bullshit.
He didn't run into the Tube station, he didn't vault the ticket barrier, he wasn't wearing a heavy winter jacket and didn't have a bag. Allegedly.
I can't see how this incident won't find itself locked away under the 30-year secrecy rules.
Saturday, August 13, 2005
Tonight has been "blast from the past" night.
I've just finished connecting our new PC to our LAN - It's an old Pentium 3 800Mhz I acquired when my Dad's work upgraded their systems. It's running windows 95!
I can only just remember where everything is, it's so basic! But after a bit of fiddling, digging out my old system CD and installing loads of things that were missing, I finally got it connected. Very chuffed.
Right now I'm trying to get tired ad failing miserably because I'm strung out on Whittards "Eat the bean" chocolate covered espresso coffee beans, which is why this post might seem a little bit...unfocussed.
Right now it's a tough call whether I'll still be awake next wednesday, or whether I'm about to collapse in a comatose heap.
I think maybe I'll stick to eating the rest - one at a time - for breakfast.
In other news, I still don't have a clue how to write my Business Plan down, but I'm kinda getting the information compiled slowly. I know what I want to say, it's just this damned mental blank every time I try and put it all on the screen. Oh well, onward and upward.
Now I have to press the "Publish" button to stop myself rambling on in caffeine fuelled delerium.
I've just finished connecting our new PC to our LAN - It's an old Pentium 3 800Mhz I acquired when my Dad's work upgraded their systems. It's running windows 95!
I can only just remember where everything is, it's so basic! But after a bit of fiddling, digging out my old system CD and installing loads of things that were missing, I finally got it connected. Very chuffed.
Right now I'm trying to get tired ad failing miserably because I'm strung out on Whittards "Eat the bean" chocolate covered espresso coffee beans, which is why this post might seem a little bit...unfocussed.
Right now it's a tough call whether I'll still be awake next wednesday, or whether I'm about to collapse in a comatose heap.
I think maybe I'll stick to eating the rest - one at a time - for breakfast.
In other news, I still don't have a clue how to write my Business Plan down, but I'm kinda getting the information compiled slowly. I know what I want to say, it's just this damned mental blank every time I try and put it all on the screen. Oh well, onward and upward.
Now I have to press the "Publish" button to stop myself rambling on in caffeine fuelled delerium.
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Just made myself a new ringtone for the old Nokia...
The Beat's "Tears of a clown"
I heard it today on the radio and I couldn't help bopping all over the place. Excellent summer tune.
(The link is to the actual mp3, but if you want the ringtone - in AMR format, 56k - just let me know and I'll give you the link)
The Beat's "Tears of a clown"
I heard it today on the radio and I couldn't help bopping all over the place. Excellent summer tune.
(The link is to the actual mp3, but if you want the ringtone - in AMR format, 56k - just let me know and I'll give you the link)
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
This may be one of the reasons the crisis in Niger wasn't averted before christmas:
Yeah, I see.
Niger President Mamadou Tanja has dismissed reports that his country is experiencing a famine.
"The people of Niger look well-fed, as you can see,"
Yeah, I see.
OK, yeah I know this is old news to some of you, but I really think Tony Blair's lost the plot now.
Secret court sittings? Treason laws invoked? What the fuck are we turning into?
Secret court sittings? Treason laws invoked? What the fuck are we turning into?
Monday, August 08, 2005
| You are a Self-Discoverer |
 You're not religious, but you've created your own kind of spirituality. Introspective and thoughtful, you tend to look inward for the divine. You are distrusting of all forms of organized religion. You especially dislike religious gurus and leaders, who you feel are charlatans. |
Well, the first bit's fine, but I think it's assuming a little too much with that last sentence.
| How You Life Your Life |
 You are honest and direct. You tell it like it is. You tend to avoid confrontation and stay away from sticky situations. You prefer a variety of friends and tend to change friends quickly. You tend to dream big, but you worry that your dreams aren't attainable. |
S'pose...Except I don't tend to worry.
| Your Career Type: Social |
 You are helpful, friendly, and trustworthy. Your talents lie in teaching, nursing, giving information, and solving social problems. You would make an excellent: Counselor - Dental Hygienist - Librarian Nurse - Parole Officer - Personal Trainer Physical Therapist - Social Worker - Teacher The worst career options for your are realistic careers, like truck driver or farmer. |
Wild horses woulnd't get me ner a dentist, but considering what I actually do, I think that just about covers the bases. I always wanted to be a teacher, anyway.
Part Passionate Kisser |
 For you, kissing is about all about following your urges If someone's hot, you'll go in for the kiss - end of story You can keep any relationship hot with your steamy kisses A total spark plug - your kisses are bound to get you in trouble |
Part Expert Kisser |
 You're a kissing pro, but it's all about quality and not quantity You've perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone's socks off And you're adaptable, giving each partner what they crave When it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettable |
I'd go along with that...
Sunday, August 07, 2005
I've had a plan for a while to start a separate blog based on the premise of one of my favourite radio shows.
So do drop in and have a peek at quirky news stories from around the interweb at "It's Been A Bad Week"
So do drop in and have a peek at quirky news stories from around the interweb at "It's Been A Bad Week"
So, Dan Brown didn't copy his bestselling-soon-to-be-movie "Da Vinci Code" from a Lewis Perdue novel.
Let's look at the evidence, and some reviews of Perdue's novels: The Da Vinci Legacy and Daugher of God, then I'll leave it up to you, dear reader, to decide.
Let's look at the evidence, and some reviews of Perdue's novels: The Da Vinci Legacy and Daugher of God, then I'll leave it up to you, dear reader, to decide.
Make your own license plate
The question not-quite on the lips of newshounds around the world today is:
Yeah, it's a slow news day.
Oh yeah, here's a quick question for Lord Bargain, laundry afficionado:
Sleeping bags: To iron or not to iron?
"So, is Michael Jackson moving to Bahrain or not?"
Yeah, it's a slow news day.
Oh yeah, here's a quick question for Lord Bargain, laundry afficionado:
Sleeping bags: To iron or not to iron?
Saturday, August 06, 2005
Here's a story to keep watching:
How horriffic is that? My first thoughts on reading what little is in the BBC and Sky News articles is that it was a revenge killing, or gang related, or some other kind of execution. Absolutely terrible. Imagine being that kid.
A 62-year-old man and two sisters have been found shot dead at a flat on a north-west London estate.
A nine-month-old baby, also found at the Stonebridge Park flat in Wembley, was uninjured but covered in blood.
How horriffic is that? My first thoughts on reading what little is in the BBC and Sky News articles is that it was a revenge killing, or gang related, or some other kind of execution. Absolutely terrible. Imagine being that kid
Seventy two visitors today, which puts me over the 5,000 visitor threshold. Chuffed to bits!
So what's the magic formula that's sent my stats mad today? Well it seems that the "Next Blog" button has been kind to me today. All roads seem to lead to hedgey, and I ain't complaining.
Welcome one and all!
And in other news, today is the 60th anniversary of the A-bombing of Hiroshima. In a complete change from the norm, allow me to quote a song...
"Enola Gay, should have stayed at home yesterday"
So what's the magic formula that's sent my stats mad today? Well it seems that the "Next Blog" button has been kind to me today. All roads seem to lead to hedgey, and I ain't complaining.
Welcome one and all!
And in other news, today is the 60th anniversary of the A-bombing of Hiroshima. In a complete change from the norm, allow me to quote a song...
"Enola Gay, should have stayed at home yesterday"
Friday, August 05, 2005
Bloody internet banking.
Charlie gets Child Tax Credit paid into her account every Friday, which pays the Nursery fees and ensures we have enough aside to do the weekly grocery shopping. Lloyds online banking updates its records at around 11pm, which means that the money shows up sometime before midnight and if we ned some cash first thing, I can pop to the bank half a mile away and draw it out before bed.
Usually.
Tonight has been different. It's 1:30 and still no sign of it. Which means one of two things:
1) Lloyds has sneakily changed the time of it's system update or
2) The Inland Revenue people have fucked up
So in the hope that it's number 1, I'm in for a late night, refreshing the account balance page in the hope that it's not number 2, which would suck and which would mean I have to walk Bethan to nursery - probably in the pissing rain - in the morning, then phone round the family for a loan so we can eat on Sunday.
Grr, Boo, Hiss and bollocks!
On a lighter note, Mark and Ellen have chosen today to get married. Here's wishing them the best of luck and a long, happy marriage!
Mark's brother Graham is doing the DJing and has dissappointingly turned down my suggestion of playing "Agadoo" and Squeeze's "Up the Junction". Can't think why.
* * *
Update @ 3:45am: Finally Lloyds gets its finger out. Phew!
I can go to sleep now...
Charlie gets Child Tax Credit paid into her account every Friday, which pays the Nursery fees and ensures we have enough aside to do the weekly grocery shopping. Lloyds online banking updates its records at around 11pm, which means that the money shows up sometime before midnight and if we ned some cash first thing, I can pop to the bank half a mile away and draw it out before bed.
Usually.
Tonight has been different. It's 1:30 and still no sign of it. Which means one of two things:
1) Lloyds has sneakily changed the time of it's system update or
2) The Inland Revenue people have fucked up
So in the hope that it's number 1, I'm in for a late night, refreshing the account balance page in the hope that it's not number 2, which would suck and which would mean I have to walk Bethan to nursery - probably in the pissing rain - in the morning, then phone round the family for a loan so we can eat on Sunday.
Grr, Boo, Hiss and bollocks!
On a lighter note, Mark and Ellen have chosen today to get married. Here's wishing them the best of luck and a long, happy marriage!
Mark's brother Graham is doing the DJing and has dissappointingly turned down my suggestion of playing "Agadoo" and Squeeze's "Up the Junction". Can't think why.
* * *
Update @ 3:45am: Finally Lloyds gets its finger out. Phew!
I can go to sleep now...
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
I stopped watching Big Brother about three weeks ago because I basically couldn't bear this person anymore. Transference, paranoia, intense jealousy are just a few of his nicer traits.I watched in disbelief as he consistently accused others in the Big Brother house of having the vile character traits that he has and as he works his brainwashing control over the supremely tolerant Anthony, who is surely due for a medal, or sainthood.
In his audition tape he promised to be a hardcore bitch who took no prisoners. What he actually turned into is a brainwashing, self-obsessed, snivelling control freak. And do I remember correctly that he's actually denied being gay?? What a credit to the community.
Please read this and consider donating using the DEC logo on the sidebar.
This is a disaster that could have been avoided. Before Christmas, the aid agencies asked for just four million to help Niger counter the effects of the drought and locust plague. They were ignored. We were too busy shouting at eight men to help eight million people survive through 2005.
As 2.5 million people in Niger struggle to survive in the face of acute food shortages the UK’s best known charities have announced today that they are joining forces to appeal to the public for help. The Disasters Emergency Committee (DEC) Niger Crisis Appeal opens for telephone and online donations today, with TV and radio appeals launching on Tuesday 2 August.
According to the Red Cross, a potentially fatal combination of drought and a locust plague has left almost 8 million people at risk of hunger in Niger, Mali, Mauritania and Burkina Faso – one of the most neglected and poorest regions in the world. Money raised by the Appeal will enable agencies to deliver aid where it is needed most in the region.
This is a disaster that could have been avoided. Before Christmas, the aid agencies asked for just four million to help Niger counter the effects of the drought and locust plague. They were ignored. We were too busy shouting at eight men to help eight million people survive through 2005.
Monday, August 01, 2005
I hope everyone noticed this extreme case of sour grapes last week:
Metropolitan Police Commissioner Sir Ian Blair spoke on the BBC's Question Time special, condemning the "risk" West Midlands Police had taken in using Tasers in their apprehension of wannabe Suicide Bomber Yasin Hassan Omar last Wednesday.
The next day, West Midlands Police issued a statement defending themselves:
So, what does this all mean? It means of course that the Met wanted the collar and there's a certain amount of sour grapes down at Scotland Yard that the yokels up in Brum managed to get to one of the Bombers first.
No matter that the information Mr Fucktard Omar gave led to the arrest of the other bombers. No matter that it was just after dawn, all reports suggest that a backpack was thrown out of a window before Omar was Tasered, that obviously the West Midlands Police are actually a professional body and don't need the Met Commissioner telling them what to do without being in full possession of the facts. In short, I bet most of West Mids Polce were telling Sir Ian to fuck off by lunchtime last Thursday.
Did you also notice all the crowing that was done when the other three were actually arrested? Did you notice the pride in the announcements that this was the largest armed operation that the Met has ever conducted?
Because of course only London is allowed to deal with Terrorists and everyone else should just butt out, obviously.
Wouldn't have happened thirty years ago, when the Police was run by the Masons. Would have been a pat on the back and a promotion back then. Sometimes I wonder what benefit the purges of the 70's have actually had.
* * * UPDATED because I found some links! * * *
Metropolitan Police Commissioner Sir Ian Blair spoke on the BBC's Question Time special, condemning the "risk" West Midlands Police had taken in using Tasers in their apprehension of wannabe Suicide Bomber Yasin Hassan Omar last Wednesday.
"If there is a bomb on that body, then the bomb is going to go off...It may have been that they [officers in Birmingham] were clear there wasn't a bomb. I don't know what the situation was. There is only one way to stop someone who is a suicide bomber which is to kill that person."
The next day, West Midlands Police issued a statement defending themselves:
"Every situation in which firearms are deployed is unique. The shooting of Mr De Menezes in London and the arrest of Yasin Hassan Omar in Birmingham may appear similar but they were separate incidents. The information and intelligence would have been different, the threat levels to officers and the public was different."
So, what does this all mean? It means of course that the Met wanted the collar and there's a certain amount of sour grapes down at Scotland Yard that the yokels up in Brum managed to get to one of the Bombers first.
No matter that the information Mr Fucktard Omar gave led to the arrest of the other bombers. No matter that it was just after dawn, all reports suggest that a backpack was thrown out of a window before Omar was Tasered, that obviously the West Midlands Police are actually a professional body and don't need the Met Commissioner telling them what to do without being in full possession of the facts. In short, I bet most of West Mids Polce were telling Sir Ian to fuck off by lunchtime last Thursday.
Did you also notice all the crowing that was done when the other three were actually arrested? Did you notice the pride in the announcements that this was the largest armed operation that the Met has ever conducted?
Because of course only London is allowed to deal with Terrorists and everyone else should just butt out, obviously.
Wouldn't have happened thirty years ago, when the Police was run by the Masons. Would have been a pat on the back and a promotion back then. Sometimes I wonder what benefit the purges of the 70's have actually had.
* * * UPDATED because I found some links! * * *
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