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Current Bologs: Page 173 of 1730x7d7Sunday, December 31 2006 16:52 GMT As the year draws to a close, it's important that we don't forget those less fortunate than ourselves, such as the large mobile phone operators. These tireless organisations provide us with an almost adequate service throughout the year and all they receive in return is an inconceivably massive profit. It is for this reason that traditionally on New Years Eve every man, woman, and child with a mobile phone donates a quid or two to the overlooked organisations. If you want to show your support then you can do the same by simply texting every arsehole in your mobile's contact list on the stroke of midnight. Such a small amount of effort for such a worthy cause. Remember, supporting these organisations supports profit and thus capitalism and thus freedom. GivingWednesday, December 27 2006 23:23 GMT Oh yeah - if you have Christmas money burning a hole in your pocket then why not donate on-line to one of the following:
No man's landWednesday, December 27 2006 23:13 GMT The bit between Christmas and New Year is strange in the UK. Nothing serious happens and business is conducted in the way we are always told life happens in remote Spanish villages: slowly and with a joyful lack of care...and lots of napping. Christmas was cosy and lovely as it could have been with the exception of the traditional apocalyptic argument with my sister late on Boxing Day but the break is doing wonders for my health. And so much good food, drink and that. Pity I poured a glass of red wine over my sister's cream carpet really. There's so much stuff to talk about and so little you'll give a toss about...but that's what blogs are all about really. Dump your brain onto the Internet every night and someone, somewhere, somewhen may find it useful or at least interesting. So leave now. As I've got older the stroppy, intolerant side of my personality has matured into a really stroppy and really intolerant machine of hate. My first "proper" girlfriend told me about a conversation she'd had with her vicar/pastor/whatever that involved him telling her that you'll never find someone you're 100% in touch with and to stop looking. It always struck me as good advice (unlike the no-sex-before-marriage shit he normally purveyed), and whenever one of my friends has pissed me off for any reason since then, I clung to that advice and remembered it was natural, important even, that we disagree now and again. But nowadays I tend to just think "oh fuck it I can't be bothered with this tedious cack." Friendship isn't supposed to be that hard. This attitude, when coupled with a judicious mixture of depression, intolerance and the enjoyment of sitting on my arse, in my flat, with my wife and parrot becomes quite dangerous. It's really time we threw a spanner into our lifestyle engine and crunched it into a different form. Hopefully we'll be living abroad soon. But there are some things to look forward to. At the moment they are the idea of going to the Wickham Arms with Toby et al and then our impending trip to mexico to watch Alex get married! We're pretty bloody excited about that last one let me tell you. Petty hates - number 61552354: 0207 and 0208Sunday, December 17 2006 13:46 GMT ![]() You see it everywhere, you hear it quoted everywhere and yet it's so, so wrong. Until recently, trying to convince people that London has one, single, area code and not two was like trying to persuade a neo-con to open a non-profit abortion clinic. It's so simple: The area code for London is 020. Local London numbers are now 8 digits and not seven. So for me to call, say, Lewisham hospital from my landline I only need to dial '83333000' and not the 020. What is so difficult about that ? Yet, according to Ofcom, as of 2005 only 13% of Londoners knew this. Astonishing really. Almost as astonishing as the number of printers who willingly put incorrect spacing on signs, banners and stationary. I used to think that as soon as other prefixes came on-line, people would get the hint, but now that the 3 is widely used (eg 020 3xxx xxxx) people still don't get it. They still believe we have inner and outer London codes...so what's the 0203 for ? Under-ground offices ? When 4 and 5 start getting used will they be for different heights above ground ? However, I've just discovered this handy-dandy clue stick with which to hit offenders around the head. Next time you see someone tell you their number is '0207...', send them the link and hopefully they'll stop being such tards. Thought I was a doughnut, you tried to glaze meSaturday, December 16 2006 23:08 GMT Sometimes dreams can really pull you to bits and by the morning you feel even more knackered than when you went to bed. My version of those dreams usually involve trying to sort computer problems out and those problems leading to more problems, which lead to more problems. Today I lived one of those dreams and it was just as stressful in real life. From 11am to 8pm with no break, trying to sort out a relatively simple network problem...on a Saturday...but you know what ? The pleasure and relief of finally managing to sort it out is such a pure pleasure that it almost makes it feel worthwhile. And then going home to see my wife and parrot, having a really good curry, with a bottle or two of wine, followed by some Eric B and Rakim...it actually feels abnormally pleasurable. Michele is one of the only people on earth that I know who can also sing along with the entire lyrics of "Paid in Full" by Eric B and Rakim. Humph is currently refusing to go to bed and is sitting on the arm of this sofa tucking into her apple and carrot; she has a ginger carrot beard. Good bird. All in all my little family is quite happy at present. Last week was a busy, busy work week. But I got a new pair of front teeth, that look pretty damn nice, my other teeth professionally cleaned and a diagnosis of an enflamed gut. I also had a couple of lovely pub evenings with people. And tomorrow is still the weekend! Woohoo! Good night Comedy TonightThursday, December 14 2006 00:05 GMT During the festivities of tonight's British Comedy Awards, Sacha Baron Cohen made a joke about Borat being unable to attend on account of being otherwise engaged, in Iran, at the Holocaust Denial Conference. Now, I like to think of myself as someone who keeps up to date with world affairs but this was clearly a brilliant joke. Then Michele pointed out that he was being serious....about the conference at least. After a short period of Internet research (don't take the piss) I realised that it was true. How this escaped my attention over the past few years of preparation is a mystery, but I can only assume that in the past I've seen details and thought it was a bit of sledgehammer satire, and then forgotten about it. You would be justified in the alternate point of view that I'm just a simpleton. Some people think that racist attitudes should be banned from being made in public. I strongly disagree. When people are forced to keep their genuine racist attitudes under wraps, they simply lie, and water down their rhetoric. Hey presto, the BNP get a bunch of council seats. If people were allowed to express their real views without fear then there would become such polarisation that our enemies will become:
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