Monthly Archives: May 2006


Why can’t there be more football on the telly ? It’s only on every fucking night. And only just over half of the ads and TV programmes are all about it. I think the TV stations just aren’t trying. OK, the world cup hasn’t even started yet but by now everyone in the UK should be a rabid, jingoistic, singleminded moron….oh hold on…etc

Yeah well in the past month the country and, seemingly, the rest of the world, has shifted further to the right and politics is a very intersting place. However I’ve got my head stuck so far up my own arse that I haven’t even got round to writing anything about it. Again, I can’t recommend the Spy Blog highly enough as a good source of information on how less free we are all becoming by the day. Also, please take a few moments to keep an eye on this poor sad bugger who is due to be sent to the U.S. to be burned in public as a witch as a result of his computer activity. The guy sat alone in his room night after night accessing illegal information…he’s 40. Was it child porn ? No. Was it terrorist information ? No. Was it hacking into military computers ? No; despite the accusations. Sadder than all of these, he was looking for evidence of aliens in the US .mil servers….didn’t even get a Barclays out of it (I hope). This ISN’T hacking…it’s just very sad. Especially as he’s about to get slaughtered live on US TV as a punishment (probly). But he is going to be made an example of…poor sod.

I bought a badminton racket on Sunday. I feel fitter already 🙂

Loads of other things of course but most unblogable. For my own benefit, here are some memory joggers:

  • Friday – Michele’s leaving do at Zulus (Big saffas, biltong at £3.50 a go)
  • Me and Tony meeting another me on the train – the wonder of l2k6 t-shirts…
  • The Hob, champagne, Katie, Mike, Ian and broken glass.
  • Near fisticuffs and Tony doing his ‘leave it he’s not worth it’ bit. “Doc” Martin
  • The Rosie, Andy, Cherie and the stripping lesbian DJ
  • Nice parrot
  • Working and Julie Andrews


Last night was a televisual feast as the BBC hosted one of the most spectacular shows of the year: the relaunch of the Father’s for Justice guerilla protest group live on the National Lottery! Such stirring stuff; watching desperate, disenfranchised people reclaiming their media. The only problem with it was that, despite being on prime-time saturday night TV, it was on the lottery; was anyone watching ? Thoughtfully the BBC were kind enough make the clip available on their news site.

The BBC are in my good books at the moment. A few weeks ago I sent them an email complaining that the aspect ratio on BBC 4 was all to-cock which made watching “The Rock and Roll Years” almost impossible. Not only did they fix the problem while I was writing the email (now that’s service) but I got a call from a lovely woman in their Engineering department the next day apologising! Wow! Look and learn pArcel Force, BT and all you other bastards.

Anyway, as well as the protest it was Eurovision night, and what night it was. Just like the good old days. And what with an almost daily emergence of new European countries, all of which vote for their arch enemies in the name of peace, we can be sure that the UK won’t be winning any time soon; which means we will continue to have Terry Wogan’s essential commentary! Top notch entertainment.

As if the British public could take any more excitement, ITV competed with its own star studded extravaganza: The Princes Trust 30th birthday concert! Set in the grounds of the Tower of London, a massive array of 3rd rate artistes with flagging careers, trudge through their tired old schtick to an audience of uninterested Royalists and, of course, the box of yawning Royals themselves. Let me tell you, there’s no boredom purer than Royal boredom.

Even ITV realised that they’d backed the donkey on this one and so I’m watching the sunday morning repeat. Much better odds when it’s up against the god botherers rather than Eurovision.
Picture © BBC