Category: old blogging

Why are the BBC crediting the Independent with information about this story? After all, it was their own John Simpson who doorstepped the man at his home in south London in the first place, as recounted in one of his books.

I’ve linked this game before, but it is worth seeing again, not least for the funky music.

Can someone to explain something for me? The Government is, rightly, being forced to justify its reasons for taking our armed forces to war in Iraq. It certainly has got the Government on the defensive. I suppose it is right that the leader of Her Majesty’s Opposition is leading the criticism of the PM. But hang on! Isn’t this the same opposition that, in the run up to the war, was notable for agreeing with the incumbents, only more so?! It seems a little two-faced to me.
As it is, I think the PM needs to either admit that he went to war for political reasons or furnish some evidence that we can all see that substantiates his reasoning. If he does neither, then what little faith his supporters still have will surely wither and fade.

I’m listening to A Hard Day At The Orifice on Radio 4. Fascinating.

I forgot to say that when the idiots spilled litter all over the cathedral green the other day, they also smashed one of the cathedral windows, which is now boarded up. I only noticed it later. It’s sure to be fenced off now, I think.

We were promised heavy rain last night and this morning. Instead, we got a light shower that was barely enough to lay the dust, and was pretty useless. But it was enough to really accentuate scents and smells. Flowers and trees in bloom that I passed on my way to work seem particularly heavily laden with scent. So, unfortunately, was the dustcart the passed me.

It was my neighbour’s birthday yesterday. A lady came to my door with a bunch of flowers, and asked me to look after them, as Frannie was out. When Frannie got home, I gave her the flowers then heard her gasp as she went into her flat. There on her desk in the hallway was a brand new Dell computer and inkjet printer wrapped in wide white ribbon, a gift from her boyfriend Joseph. Frannie was positively leaping up and down.
Which reminds me. I need to purchase a birthday gift.

I probably shouldn’t admit to finding Bob to be quite cute.

Beer with Arron, Kearn and DA, with a brief chat with Ted. Sent email when I got home.

Hot day. Hot evening. Time to head to the bar for a cold beer.