No early morning update over at nickjordan.co.uk. The world holds its breath.
Month: July 2002
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Ian writes about the other
Ian writes about the other event that took place on Saturday.
I had a conversation with a friend recently in which we discussed the way that the Union flag and the Cross of St George had been reclaimed from extremists and ultra-nationalists as a result of the Jubilee celebrations and the support for the England soccer team. For a while it seemed as if, simply waving a St George flag, you would be branded a xenophobic extremist, when of course this isn’t the case for 99.9% of people who wave such pennants. Thanks to the flag-waving of the last few months, proclaiming your English or British nationality is now a socially acceptable thing to do, which in my view is a Good Thing.
"How is this linked to Mardi Gras?" I hear you ask. Well, reading Ian’s account of the day set me thinking to the way that so many people use their heterosexuality as a badge, in the same way that xenophobes and racists have used the flag of St George as a badge (in fact, I think they are often the same individuals). That can’t be a good thing, can it? -
eBay buys PayPal. A good
eBay buys PayPal. A good opportunity to remind you about the support this site section of this wonderful website.
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Not much to say today.
Not much to say today. What about you? Have you got anything to say?
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I have a simple wish
I have a simple wish – that customers would actually believe what you tell them, especially when you are speaking to them with the benefit of years of experience which they do not share. Perhaps some people’s faith in business has been so badly tarnished by the few who abuse their trust that that trust has been destroyed.
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On a happier note….
On a happier note….
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THIS IS IMPORTANT! Do you
THIS IS IMPORTANT!Do you enjoy online radio? Have you listened to Monkey Radio?
You might have noticed that Monkey Radio is offline. This is because the authorities in the States want streaming audio providers to pay hefty royalties – even non-profit (or loss making!) providers like Monkey Radio. A quick back-of-an-envelope calculation (if I’ve interpreted things correctly) shows that fees in excess of US$10,000 per annum would have to be paid to keep Monkey Radio going. The authorities also intend to collect these fees retrospectively, even though the fees have only just been set.
Brennan of Monkey Radio is working with other streaming audio providers to find a workaround for this, but in the meantime, please visit his site and see what you can do to help. In particular, he is collecting information to show how streaming audio services actually lead to greater CD sales – I’ll be submitting the (lengthy) list of CDs that I’ve bought as a result of listening to the music on his site.
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Oh god, I’ve just remembered
Oh god, I’ve just remembered that there were about a dozen cameras yesterday. Cal should have a photo of me with blurred eyebrows (my face still hurts from doing that – I’m not even sure why I was doing it).
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Once I eventually got home
Once I eventually got home last night and tucked up under EvilDuvet II, I had a very bizarre dream involving a couple of blogging types. I was travelling into Chichester on the train in the company of Simon. We got off the train, and I walked up on to a grassy hill by the station (about where the multi-storey car park is) where we met Sarah, who was sunbathing in a one-piece black swimsuit (behaviour less typical of Sarah is hard to imagine). Simon produced a rather blunt looking table knife covered in jam and stabbed her, which was mildly shocking, and then made off on foot. But it was ok, because he was apprehended by a policeman (played by Dan) on a grocer’s bicycle, wearing a traditional uniform complete with cape. Meanwhile, Sarah and I caught an open-topped double-decker bus to West Wittering where we planned to do some whale watching, but on arrival found only a holiday village filled with very old people (well, at least that bit was plausible).
I really mustn’t eat BK XL Bacon Double Cheeseburgers so close to bedtime.