Pity it isn't at the same place. It could be as much fun as the time I served up barbecued spare ribs to a couple of vegans as a thank you for the lentil salad and self-righteousness they'd thrust upon me previously.
Tuesday, 31 October 2006
Pity it isn't at the same place. It could be as much fun as the time I served up barbecued spare ribs to a couple of vegans as a thank you for the lentil salad and self-righteousness they'd thrust upon me previously.
I haven't commented on it much because I was waiting for this little tidbit to surface, as I knew it would. As with the previous episode involving a girl who wanted to ditch her school uniform in favour of a burqa, this one revealed that the woman wanting to run around in a tent was really carrying out the demands of a third party-- usually her brothers or some cleric or both who were seeking a wedge to introduce sharia law into Britain.
You'd think they'd learn about Greeks bearing gifts by now.
Monday, 30 October 2006
That's like covering the desrtuction of Pompeii and forgetting to mention the volcano.
Update: Yup. Just a bunch of unidentified "youths."
Sunday, 29 October 2006
Mark Byford, the deputy chief of the BBC said that the corporation is "not crammed full of soft liberals" and then went on to shoot himself squarely in the foot. According to the Telegraph:
He also said he was "proud" of the BBC's decision to include an interview with the Taliban in an item about the conflict in Afghanistan.Translation: We're not a bunch of lefties, but we are happy to transmit Taleban propaganda and you can expect to see masked newsreaders as soon as we can get away with it.
"Our job in journalism is to communicate to the audience effectively the information we are delivering to them," he said. "As far as the issue of dress is concerned, it must not get in the way of the audience being able to receive the information in a clear and effective manner."
Asked specifically about the issue of a Muslim newsreader wearing a veil, he said: "The key is, if it does not hamper our primary obligation to deliver the news and information to our viewers and listeners then we would be respectful of that.
The words "own goal" spring lightly to mind.
My favourite bit of puff is this one:
Since the Taleban forces are employed fighting and killing British troops, I am at a loss to understand why the BBC feels that it is using our licence fees well by giving their propaganda oxygen? If you were killed during an attack by Nato, who would accept responsibility for your death? Paul Jewell, Ivinghoe, BuckinghamshireI think that's a nasty little bit of condescension at the end. Don't you, David? But on a separate point, "our taxes" are being used to kill Taleban while you are using "our licence fees" to help the Taleban. Aside from the sheer brass of comparing himself to Churchill or that there is an ocean of difference between "explaining what is going on" and carrying the enemy's water for them, Mr. Loyn sidesteps the burning question about all of this: Why is he actively engaged in helping spread propaganda for a load of evil men who are killing his own countrymen?
I took an assessment of the risks, well aware of the possibility you talk about. The BBC would not have blamed Nato forces for my death in these circumstances. Like Churchill I rather think jaw-jaw is better than war-war, and feel that my job as a reporter is to explain best what is going on. Indeed in a democracy I have not just a right but a duty to do this as comprehensively as possible. 'Our licence fees' did indeed support what was actually rather a cheap trip by the standards of these things (I was both the cameraman and reporter). But on a separate point, 'our taxes' are paying for 'our soldiers' to fight a difficult conflict, and I rather wanted to know what they are up against and why. Don't you, Paul?
One of my greatest bits of distaste that I have in this war is that we very quickly lost the spirit of the early days when, at a press conference in Iraq, a reporter started to frame his question to a U S official by quoting a local terrorist he'd recently interviewed. The official interrupted the reporter and demanded to know if he'd turned the terrorist in. The reporter said no and the official dismissed the reporter by telling him that next time he should do so.
Saturday, 28 October 2006
Auntie has reached rock bottom and is starting to dig.
I suspect that Mr. Ford needs to clear a few toys out his attic.
Harold Ford, a handsome 36-year-old from Tennessee, has become one of the sensations of the mid-term elections in the US and a reason why Democrats are a good chance of winning back control of the US Congress for the first time in 12 years.
But if Mr. Ford, already a US congressman, wins his bid to become a more powerful senator, Australia had better watch out.
Because according to Mr. Ford, Australia has an interest in nuclear weapons and is part of the broader nuclear threat to the US.
Friday, 27 October 2006
Thursday, 26 October 2006
Those atheists, people of the book (Christians and Jews), where will they end up? In Surfers Paradise? On the Gold Coast? Where will they end up? In hell and not part-time, for eternity. They are the worst in God’s creation.This doesn't need comment. Just a trip to the compost heap.
When it comes to adultery, it’s 90 percent the woman’s responsibility. Why? Because a woman owns the weapon of seduction. It’s she who takes off her clothes, shortens them, flirts, puts on make-up and powder and takes to the streets, God protect us, dallying. It’s she who shortens, raises and lowers. Then, it’s a look, a smile, a conversation, a greeting, a talk, a date, a meeting, a crime, then Long Bay jail. Then you get a judge, who has no mercy, and he gives you 65 years.
But when it comes to this disaster, who started it? In his literature, writer al-Rafee says, if I came across a rape crime, I would discipline the man and order that the woman be jailed for life. Why would you do this, Rafee? He said because if she had not left the meat uncovered, the cat wouldn’t have snatched it.
If you get a kilo of meat, and you don’t put it in the fridge or in the pot or in the kitchen but you leave it on a plate in the backyard, and then you have a fight with the neighbour because his cats eat the meat, you’re crazy. Isn’t this true?
If you take uncovered meat and put it on the street, on the pavement, in a garden, in a park, or in the backyard, without a cover and the cats eat it, then whose fault will it be, the cats, or the uncovered meat’s? The uncovered meat is the disaster. If the meat was covered the cats wouldn’t roam around it. If the meat is inside the fridge, they won’t get it.
If the woman is in her boudoir, in her house and if she’s wearing the veil and if she shows modesty, disasters don’t happen.
Satan sees women as half his soldiers. You’re my messenger in necessity, Satan tells women you‘re my weapon to bring down any stubborn man. There are men that I fail with. But you’re the best of my weapons.
…The woman was behind Satan playing a role when she disobeyed God and went out all dolled up and unveiled and made of herself palatable food that rakes and perverts would race for. She was the reason behind this sin taking place.
Most people have heard of the Dixie Chicks and how they got their knickers in a twist when their albums and concert tickets stopped selling because of their anti-war outbursts, but not nearly as many people have heard of Australian country singer Beccy Cole, who has been having trouble with her fans because of her patriotism and support for Australia's troops in the Middle East.
This is a pity, as her response shows that her feather of dignity has more weight than the Dixie Chicks' boulder of martyrdom.
Wednesday, 25 October 2006
I rarely get involved in discussions about the existence of God. Since I'm a Christian, I've obviously had that question answered to my satisfaction or I wouldn't be pondering the Resurrection, and dealing with arguments about whether there really is a God is like being sent back to first year chemistry class after getting an advanced degree in the practical application of polymers. Besides, the hyper-rationalist posturing and arrogance crossed with remarkably poor reasoning and historical ignorance of some atheists (especially in those who wish to see their faith become the state religion) is rather off-putting at the best of times.
But I must admit that it's interesting to see the vehemence with which atheists espouse their religion. Frankly, I'd have more respect for them if they'd stop defining themselves by how much they don't believe in something (that something being invariably Christianity) and maybe start having a go at a faith less inclined to turn the other cheek, such as Islam.
Now that would be worth the price of admission.
Tuesday, 24 October 2006
Prayer leader in Belgium condemns western attacks on Prophet (PBUH)PBUH stands for "peace be unto him" and is required of Muslims to be inserted after every reference to Mohammed. It is not, however required of anyone else, though UPI uses PBUH not only in the headline, but throughout the story.
UPI: Utterly Prone Invertebrates.
- We will pump oil at $3 and must sell it over $50— and still blame you for stealing our natural treasure
- We will damn your culture and politics, but expect our own to immigrate in the thousands to your shores; upon arrival any attempt to integrate Muslim immigrants into Western pluralistic society will be seen as Islamaphobic
- Send us your material goods, whether machine tools, I-pods, or antibiotics. We desperately want them, but will neither make the necessary changes in our own statist, authoritarian, religiously intolerant, tribal, and patriarchal culture to allow us to produce them ourselves, nor will show any appreciation for the genius of others who can do what we cannot
- We ostensibly wish you to stop the killing of Muslims by ourselves and others—Milosevic murdering Kosovars, Saddam destroying Kuwaitis, Kurds, and Shiites, Russians killing Afghans and Chechnyans—but should you concretely attempt to do so, we will immediately consider your intervention far worse than the mayhem caused by others or ourselves.
- Any indigenous failure in the Arab Middle East will eventually be blamed on the United States or Israel
- Your own sense of multiculturalism must serve as an apology for our own violent pathologies, that can only be seen as different from, never worse than, your own culture.
- We must at all times talk of anti-Americanism and why we want you out of the Middle East; you must never become anti-Arab or anti-Muslim, much less close your borders to our immigrants and students.
- We will tolerate and often defend those who burn churches, ethnically cleanse Jews from our cities, behead priests, kill nuns, and shoot infidels as the necessary, if sometimes regrettable, efforts of our more zealous to defend Islam. But if any free spirit in the West satirizes Islam, we will immediately demand that Western governments condemn such blasphemy—or else!
- Material aid—billions to Egypt, Jordan, Iraq, or the Palestinians—is our entitlement. Any attempt to curtail it is seen as an assault on the Arab nation
- We are deathly afraid of nuclear Russia, China, and India who have little tolerance for either Islamism or terrorism, and so will ignore their felonies, while killing you for your misdemeanors.
Monday, 23 October 2006
At the bloomin' ffird stroke, the nickle and dime will be ten twenty two and firty seconds.The speaking clock will receive a new voice after twenty one years. However, unlike in the past, where the person was chosen after a careful search for someone with perfect diction and a clear RADA accent, the new voice of the speaking clock will be chosen by contest and will be open to anyone.
I really hope this is one of those one-week-only charity things like they did back in 2003, otherwise another bulb will have gone out in the illuminated sign of British civilisation. Imagine calling up to find out the time and being greeted by some weak, nasal, reedy voice bleating out the hours and minutes in some impenetrable London accent.
It's enough to put one's teeth on edge.
Having a good Monday? This will put a stop to that. It's a public safety short from 1973 called "Spirit of Dark and Lonely Water" that was so creepy that after I wouldn't go near a damp sponge, let alone swimming-- and I was fifteen when it came out.
Sunday, 22 October 2006
Saturday, 21 October 2006
Is the Pope Catholic?
The figures are stark. An average of 112 cars a day have been torched across France so far this year and there have been 15 attacks a day on police and emergency services. Nearly 3,000 police officers have been injured in clashes this year. Officers have been badly injured in four ambushes in the Paris outskirts since September. Some police talk of open war with youths who are bent on more than vandalism.Civil war is an exaggeration-- for now.
"The thing that has changed over the past month is that they now want to kill us," said Bruno Beschizza, the leader of Synergie, a union to which 40 per cent of officers belong. Action Police, a hardline union, said: "We are in a civil war, orchestrated by radical Islamists."
Friday, 20 October 2006
Almost a third of young men admit buying spicy dishes they don't like just to impress their mates, according to a a new poll.Ah, but they eat it anyway. That's the spirit.
Most people, especially in American, think that English cooking is bland-- which is surprising, given the our penchant for powerful mustards and fresh-grated horseradish. In fact, firey curries are an innovation of the British Raj; the native Indian curries being found a bit on the bland side. More than once I've had to explain this to American friends, who pride themselves on wolfing down the strongest jalapeneo peppers, when we go out for an Indian meal in Seattle. American curries tend to be hopelessly mild and when I ask the waiter for a vindaloo so volcanic that the chef takes it as a challenge, my friends sit back waiting for the steam to come out of my ears only to end up watching me happily tucking in without a glance at the water jug.
True, I haven't more than two active taste buds left, but my sinuses are remarkably clear.
Thursday, 19 October 2006
Next: Duodecahedrons and other blasphemous Platonic solids.
Chip butty, mmmmm!
Given that I have spent several weeks teaching Carl the Cattle Dog that the dining table is a no go area where his existence isn't even acknowledged until after pudding, I'm filing this under Not Bloody Likely.
Kill all Muslims who threaten us and our way of life. Enoch Powell was right.I'm a great advocate of free speech, but when any banner has the word "kill" in it, that makes it grounds for some pretty intense scrutiny and I rather suspect that the prosecution was right in calling this disorderly conduct because the gentlemen in question didn't qualify "Muslims." However, the chilling part of the case is this quote from the Tivy-Side Advertiser (emphasis added):
One of his neighbours, a retired Army officer with 23 years service, told the court he reported the matter to the police because he feared a visit from Muslim extremists.In other words, it was not respect for the law but fear of the Jihadists who made him turn his neighbour in.
Final score: Jihad 1, Justice nil.
Instead, he's holding on to the work and would like to know if anyone has some glue and a bit of sticky tape.
Wednesday, 18 October 2006
(A) very serious risk of violent and dangerous reprisals from religious fanatics who may take offence at these articles.What does the Daily Star and my dog have in common? They both lack a pair of standard masculine equipment.
One man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter. What utter rubbish.
Tuesday, 17 October 2006
Mind you,this sort of thing changes with the fashions as much as hem lines and tie widths, as we can see here.
Personally, I'm still with G. K. Chesterton on this one.
If the Bush administration makes more provocations, both New York City and Tokyo will be blazed.During the Cold War, they often asked what would happen if a madman got his hands on the bomb. Now we know.
However, as Tim Blair has pointed out, some flying is environmentally friendly because the right people are doing it.
Monday, 16 October 2006
The rat cages are still on order.
God, I'm depressed!
Sunday, 15 October 2006
Saturday, 14 October 2006
BA says that the former are allowed because they cannot be hidden, so the solution seems obvious: Christians should start wearing crosses the size of bread boards.
Friday, 13 October 2006
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed,
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Over at the New Scientist, Bob Holmes imagines what the world be like without human beings-- though the tone of the piece makes me want to imagine a world without the New Scientist.
The idea of Sic transit gloria mundi is nothing new, as Mr. Shelley's poem demonstrates. Using the involuntary experiment of Chernobyl as his starting point, Mr. Holmes spins his own take on the subject, describing how if man was removed from this planet, nature would take over in short order and all his works would soon vanish down the plug hole of time. He overstates his case a bit. He doesn't really understand the concept of archaeological stasis, which means that so long as an environment remains stable decay only proceeds to a certain point and then halts indefinitely, or that there are some works from time capsules to quarries that will remain intact for geological epochs. Indeed, the only lasting impact of man that he allows (aside from graves and rubbish tips) is global warming, which, since it is the bugbear du jour cannot possibly be belittled anymore than atomic radiation could in the heyday of the CND. All told, though, it's really just a shorter version of The Earth Abides without the lamentations.
Indeed it is the lack of lamenting that is so disturbing about the article. In fact, Mr. Holmes's attitude is quite the opposite. Instead of expressing sorrow that man's works will one day crumble into dust, he positively revels in the idea as he depicts the human race as being some sort of oversized locust, plaguing the Earth and bluntly stating, in a remarkable bit of what is either telepathy or projection, that the other species with whom we share this sphere would vote us off of it if given half a chance. How the ballot would be held is left to the imagination. Never the less, he clearly wants us gone. Mr. Holmes does not want us all to die of the plague, but only because that would be unsanitary. He would much prefer us all to be "transported to a re-education camp in a far-off galaxy." No doubt with himself as a trustee.
What I find particularly annoying about the piece is not Mr. Holmes's misanthropic attitude, but his lack of understanding of the part that man plays in nature. Much of what we think of as "wild" and "natural" is actually the result of man's cultivation. Pace Mr. Holmes, we are not destroyers, but creators. If Britain were to be depopulated tomorrow, not every bird and beast would be popping champagne corks. Many of the more foresighted ones would suffer from growing alarm as they realised that the moorlands, fields, meadows, hedgerows-- indeed, most of the British landscape--- would soon be devoured until the islands became one gigantic oak forest again.
I would suggest that if the New Scientist wishes to produce a sequel, they'd best poll the corn crakes and wild flowers (not to mention the dogs!) beforehand about how they would really feel about our deportation.
Update: And here's a happy little graphic.
Update: Mind you, it must frost Mr. Holmes that some of man's works may even outlive this paltry planet. Damn that transcendant human spirit!
Thursday, 12 October 2006
Cue the howls of rage from the hard-left
Why fight the Jihadists when its so much easier to treat ordinary citizens as the enemy?
You'll notice that this does not involve any criminal act, but merely expressing a view that flies in the face of official orthodoxy. It is ironic and telling that in the land of libertie, equalitie, fraternitie, that most fundamental of liberties, the right to hold on to any opinion no matter how fatuous or wrong-headed, is denied.
Wednesday, 11 October 2006
Update: It appears to be an accident involving a light plane owned by a professional baseball player.
Tuesday, 10 October 2006
Monday, 9 October 2006
The North Korean claims to have carried out a nuclear test have been comfirmed by geologists, though how successful the test was is open to question.
Geological analysis by American, Russian and South Korean scientists gave different readings of the strength of the blast. South Korea said it registered 3.6 on the Richter scale, and had a strength equivalent to 800 tons of TNT, considerably smaller than the first atom bomb, dropped on Hiroshima in 1945.Even fifteen kilotons is a pretty small explosion and it's possible that the Communists couldn't manage anything better than a sub-critical detonation. Nevertheless, this is throwing down the nuclear gauntlet in no small measure. If the UN Security Council and the US don't react with something better than sanctions and stern memos, then they might as well allow nuclear weapons to be sold on e-bay.
Russia said it was considerably stronger, equivalent to between 5,000 and 15,000 tons of TNT.
Sunday, 8 October 2006
From anyone this sort of plain speaking would be welcome. But from the usually supine C of E it is nothing less than breathtaking.
I was not, however, surprised at the wrestling match that Carl put up when I tried to apply the ointment to his eye. Though I was somewhat consoled by the fact that when we got Carl I was sure that ointment would come into it somewhere along the way.
The rest of the day was the usual evaporation of time that marks any weekend-- until, that is, it was Emma's bedtime. There was usual ritual of bargaining over when bedtime exactly was, the possibility of one more cartoon, etc., but it ended with her in bed with her bottle while I took Carl for a walk in the Garden.
Five minutes later, the wife is calling from Emma's window wanting to know where the nebuliser is. I rush in to find Emma having trouble breathing and her lips expanding to the size of Angelica Jolie's. It wasn't hard to figure out what happened. I'd bought milk at a different market than our usual and instead of getting it in a plastic bottle it came in a carton-- a carton that looked almost exactly like the ones that Emma's soy milk comes in. A quick whiff of Emma's bottle confirmed that I'd got the cartons mixed up and Emma had just drank two ounces of dairy death.
So, it's off to the local hospital where Emma calmly declares in the triage room that she's going to throw up and proceeds to do so with a alacrity that would put Linda Blair to shame. She is also turning bright red and is covered in welts. It has not, thank God, triggered an asthma attack and so we're more or less in the clear. A quick jab of epinephrine, a dose of Benadryl and around half-past midnight we're in the drive through of Jack in the Box with a stoned four-year old who is looking much better and is sliding into sleep.
Needless to say, said four-year old was not happy on being reawakened a half hour later when we got home and she had to take a bath to get all the traces of milk off her and help get the skin irritation to go down. She was even more unhappy a half hour after that when we tried to get her out of the bath.
Carl was utterly confused by all this, and as we were far too paranoid to allow Emma to sleep in her room that night, we ended up four in our bed-- one of whom was a dog who could never seem to find quite the right spot.
Crisis over? Not quite. Fate left me a parting shot when I went up to my office early this morning to discover on the landing that the vaccination shots the vet had given Carl the day before had, as a side effect, given him a nasty little case of diarrhea (Carl, not the vet), which Carl later confirmed not once, but twice.
As a wise man once said, we're going to need a lot more carpet cleaner.
Saturday, 7 October 2006
This is an important development-- provided the Maximum Leader isn't already residing in a meat locker somewhere.
It's no big thing-- at least I hope it isn't, as I haven't paid off Emma's medical bills yet and have no desire to add a huge pile marked "Carl" next to hers. He has a small patch of irritated skin. The trouble is, it's in a ring around his right eye and when the vet tried to take a skin scrape yesterday Carl nearly had his eye out (Carl, not the vet). So now he has to be sedated before they can take the skin sample (Carl, not the vet).
Upshot: twenty five mile drive to drop off Carl, twenty five miles back home to wait for the vet to call when he's ready to come home (Carl, not the vet), twenty five miles to pick up Carl and, to round off the day, twenty five miles home with a stoned dog in the back seat.
I hope he doesn't have to wear one of those plastic cones. The other dogs will point and I doubt if the squirrels will ever take him seriously again.
Friday, 6 October 2006
Not that I was worried. I had three choices. Carl and I could sit out in the rain or huddled in the woodshed without food or drink until the rest of the family came home-- which would be a mere seven hours. We could walk through the rain down to the nearest coffee house and think this one out, but since we live out in the country that would have involved a tiny bit of walking; say, about ten or fifteen miles. Or I could wander around in the rain holding my cell phone out like a Geiger counter until I found a signal while hoping that a) the neighbours wouldn't think I was completely mad and b) that my wife would not send a jet of flame through the phone when I asked her to drive back home and unlock the door.
I decided on option three. I am now back in my office, right ear only slightly singed, typing this while Carl is curled up asleep on the office sofa, which is taking on the distinct aroma of wet dog.
This is what is known as the joys of country living.
Thursday, 5 October 2006
The result of this remarkably tepid observation? Muslim "leaders" instantly howled, whined and carryed on as if they owned the place. A telling quote comes from Sheik Ibrahim Nogra, of the Muslim Council of Britain,
That is calling for assimilation. That is saying that one culture or one way of life is superior to another.Translation: How dare you ask us to assimilate. That is saying that Western culture is not inferior to Islam.
This case is interesting, not only because it shows the dhimmitude at New Scotland Yard, but it also brings to mind the recent case of a group of firemen in Scotland who were disciplined for refusing to hand out pamphlets at a gay pride parade. In that case, the firemen were being asked to take part in a political rally and quite reasonably refused to do so. On the other hand, had they been asked to put out a fire at the parade and refused, then they should have been sacked in a heartbeat. The same thing goes for the Muslim police officer in this case. He was not asked to involve himself in anything the Israelis were doing, he was asked to protect the embassy. Whether he was a Muslim or not should have had no bearing on the case; just as it is certain there were Christian policemen assigned to protect the Muslim crowd that screamed hate at Catholics as they left services at Westminster Cathedral recently. If police are allowed to pick and choose assignments based on their personal beliefs, we soon won't have much a police force left.
Update: It appears that the officer in question has terror links.
We are in a state of civil war, orchestrated by radical Islamists. This is not a question of urban violence any more, it is an intifada, with stones and Molotov cocktails. You no longer see two or three youths confronting police, you see whole tower blocks emptying into the streets to set their 'comrades' free when they are arrested.The French are learning that a coat of whitewash makes for very poor armour.
A reader recently asked me to post a link to Patrick Henry's It's in the Koran, which skewer's the Islamfacist mindset beautifully, but can be misinterpreted as having a go at the Koran itself. I've shied away from promoting it because I think it's much better to drive a wedge between truly moderate Muslims and the Jihadists rather than taking on Islam, which is a battle more properly fought from the pulpits and minerats and in the hearts of men free to follow their consciences. However, when Youtube decided to yank it after complaints from the likes of CAIR, that's when it's time to close ranks.
Expect sales of nutrimatic drink dispensers* to plummet.
*The Guide has this to say on the Nutrimatic Drinks Dispenser:
When the 'Drink' button is pressed it makes an instant but highly detailed examination of the subject's taste buds, a spectroscopic analysis of the subject's metabolism, and then sends tiny experimental signals down the neural pathways to the taste centres of the subject's brain to see what is likely to be well received. However, no-one knows quite why it does this because it then invariably delivers a cupful of liquid that is almost, but not quite, entirely unlike tea.
Wednesday, 4 October 2006
The quote from council spokesman Alan Stuttard is priceless.
What we are interested in is to make sure young kids don't get frightened or hurt.Frightened? By pears? Good to see someone is looking out for the interests of the achladiphobic.
Some may find this another example of daft nanny-statism, but not I. Worcester council gain nothing but praise for their valiant efforts, since it is clear that if they can spend precious taxpayer money on this sort of thing, then Worcester must be the cleanest, crime-free and prosperous town in all of Britain. Otherwise, the council are just a load of scatterbrained, lawyer-whipped bureaucrats who have their priorities shoved right up their fundaments.
And that isn't likely, is it?
Tuesday, 3 October 2006
'Uncritical use of masculine imagery', such as calling God "He", could validate 'overbearing and ultimately violent patterns of behavior'.
The promoters described the audience turnout as "disappointing."
I rather suspect that the lads at Dyson, who make those incredible vacuum cleaners, must have had similar experiences and responded by coming out with a new auto hand-dryer that doesn't muck about. Instead of a weedy little draught of hot air, the Dyson Airblade has a slot for inserting wet hands, which are then dried by a 400 mph blast of sterilised air in a fraction of the time of the older wall-mounted hair dryer variety.
Now I'm waiting to see if they come up with a version for the shower.
Monday, 2 October 2006
While Danish milk products were dumped in the Middle East, fervent rightwing Americans started buying Bang & Olufsen stereos and Lego. In the first quarter of this year Denmark's exports to the US soared 17%. The British writer Christopher Hitchens organised a buy-Danish campaign. Among the thousands of emails sent to Rose was one from an American soldier serving in Iraq. 'He told me he was sitting in Iraq, watching a game of football and drinking a can of Carlsberg,' Rose said.'Pass the Harvarti, please.
It just wasn't necessary, and, as it could hurt some people's feelings, we decided not to do it.And then there's the little matter of people getting murdered and the town set alight by those who are "offended" that had nothing whatsoever to do with the decision.
That grinding sound you hear is El Cid spinning in his grave.