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The BEAST 50 Most Loathsome People in America, 2005

This is one of the funniest reads I've seen for a while, even though it seems to ignore Democrats.

The BEAST: America's Best FIend

The BEAST 50 Most Loathsome People in America, 2005

January 24, 2006 at 08:13 PM in General commentary | Permalink | Top of page | Blog Home

Day trip to say 'happy birthday' to centenarian who made LSD

While I never did drugs, I certainly grew up with the awareness through the music and musicians of the day. So I wouldn't celebrate Hoffmans b'day, but it is part of modern history now.

Main article below, and Charles Bremners "lucid" commentary here.

Day trip to say 'happy birthday' to centenarian who made LSD - Newspaper Edition - Times Online

From Charles Bremner in Basle
A 100-YEAR-OLD man stood before an adoring crowd in Basle yesterday and described the bliss of tripping on acid.

This was no antique hippy, but the oracle himself. Albert Hofmann, an unassuming Swiss chemist, is the discoverer of lysergic acid diethylamide (LSD), the drug that altered the consciousness of two generations, whether they took it or not.

“It gave me inner joy and peace. It opened my eyes to the miracle of creation,” Dr Hofmann said of the substance he synthesised from fungus in his Basle laboratory in 1938. “This is one of the sacred drugs that change human consciousness.”

This weekend the great and the good of the world’s “psychedelic community” have gathered to wish happy birthday to the father of the hallucinogenic chemical, which was used for therapy and recreation until it was banned worldwide in the mid-1960s after flooding the streets of America and Europe.

The LSD tribe of scientists, psychiatrists, artists, shamans and musicians has converged for a congress in this prim city on the Rhine to celebrate the achievement of Dr Hofmann, who is mentally sharp and gets around on crutches. His “divine revelation” inspired writers such as Aldous Huxley, Ken Kesey and Jack Kerouac, Andy Warhol and many other painters; it powered the 1960s summer of love and fuelled the creative juices of the first rock generation.

Without LSD, the Beatles would not have written Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, the culture would have been less counter, Jimi Hendrix might have gone unnoticed and the Sixties would not have been candy- coloured. The late Timothy Leary, the Harvard professor who became LSD’s guru, would never have urged the world to “turn on, tune in and drop out”.

“LSD is the only pharmaceutical product that has had a political effect,” said Felix Hasler, a Zurich University scientist. “It is not just a drug. It is Heaven, Hell and visions all at the same time.”

The fans in Basle are unanimous that LSD, which was widely used in psychiatry in the 1950s, must be allowed again, at least for medical purposes. Clearly some in Basle — including Dr Hofmann — have not exactly been abstaining since the 1960s but the Swiss police took little interest in a gathering that is less a happening than an academic convention. The Swiss Government even congratulated Dr Hofmann on his century.

Dapper in suit and tie, the chemist said that raw eggs and muesli were the secret of his longevity, not magic mushrooms. “But LSD is a gift of the plants. It is like a vitamin for the mind,” he added.

Dr Hofmann was working for Sandoz pharmaceuticals, now Novartis, when he stumbled across the mind-bending powers of LSD, which he had been researching as a medicine. He was bicycling home in April 1943 when he began seeing colours and “had a wonderful feeling”, he said. He suspected LSD that he had absorbed at work. He tried a bigger dose. “It was very frightening. It was the first bad trip. But then the horror turned into a wonderful experience. I felt as if I was reborn.”

He does not agree with the transcendental devotees in Basle who dream of having LSD approved for public consumption. It should be allowed to researchers and to doctors in the same way as they have access to morphine and mood-altering drugs, he said.

He calls himself a mystic, “because all scientists must be mystics”, but he believes that the same epiphanies and higher states can be achieved through meditation, yoga, music or other pursuits. “LSD is just a tool to turn us into what we are supposed to be: human beings and not creatures focused on technology and nothing else,” he said.

There was little talk of the dangers of LSD among the enthusiasts. A star turn was performed at the opening by Rolf Verres, director of the Heidelburg University Clinic in Germany. He drew applause by saying that LSD “is a sacred drug” and there should be centres where it could be administered.

He then sat down at a grand piano and rendered a technically impeccable performance of a piece which he had composed in Dr Hofmann’s honour.

January 15, 2006 at 05:10 PM in General commentary | Permalink | Top of page | Blog Home

A genius who invented Total Football

A genius who invented Total Football - Sport - Times Online

By Brian Glanville
Lamenting an exceptional talent of courage and charm who could do anything and everything on the field of play

“IF I’D been born ugly,” George Best said, in a moment of immodesty, “you’d never have heard of Pelé.” It was perhaps his fortune and ultimate misfortune that he was born so well favoured and magnetic.

How tempting it is, for those of us who knew him from his teenage years, to blot out the memories of his last, sad, self-destructive days, returning instead to the charming, humorous, open 17-year-old he once was, and indeed remained in essence for several years.

On a football field, he could do anything and everything, the very personification of Total Football before it was invented. For, no more than 5ft 8in tall, he could outjump far bigger opponents to head spectacular goals. His ball control was consummate, his acceleration devastating, he could flip a coin over his shoulder and catch it in the top pocket of his jacket. Kicked, tripped and constantly fouled by tormented defenders, he rarely retaliated and was never intimidated.

One of the very few occasions of such skulduggery to put him out of the game was in Buenos Aires in September 1968, when United were fated to play Estudiantes de la Plata in the first leg of the so-called Intercontinental Cup between the winners of the European Cup and the Copa Libertadores. After a quarter of an hour, he told me afterwards, he simply stopped playing, knowing that against such brutal opponents and so permissive a referee, it was futile to go for any 50-50 balls. In the return match at Old Trafford he was at last provoked beyond reason, and he and his assailant were both sent off.

It was in large measure thanks to Best that United were involved in these torrid matches at all, having won the European Cup final the previous season at Wembley, against Benfica. At the end of extra time, the score at 1-1, they looked an exhausted team. Then, in the opening stage of the extra period, Best challenged for a long clearance by Alex Stepney, his goalkeeper, picked up the ball and, with a galvanic pirouette, went round his marker, drifted past the goalkeeper and stroked the ball into the net. Goals, as we know, condition games. A resuscitated United went on to win 4-1.

That was perhaps the most important goal Best scored, but which was the finest? The goal at Old Trafford against Sheffield United when he dashed half the length of the field past one baffled defender after another to score? Perhaps it was the goal he scored against Rapid Vienna in the European Cup quarter-finals of 1969.

Showing his usual courage and calm, he took the ball in a packed penalty area, made himself an opening and shot with his right foot. When the ball rebounded from a defender, Best, under still greater pressure, coolly retrieved it, tantalisingly juggled with it and drove it home with his left foot.

He had made that foot as strong as his right by wearing a gym shoe for training on his right foot. Ever the perfectionist, unwilling to rely simply on his vast natural talent, he would stay behind after United’s training to kick ball after ball against the crossbar.

Perhaps it was inevitable that he and the serious Bobby Charlton would not see eye to eye. There was something of a stand-off in those days between United’s Celtic players and the English. On one occasion, in a pub, Best threw eggs at Charlton’s portrait.

The sadness of it was that Best never played for Northern Ireland in the World Cup finals. Those were the days in which each team had to win its group to qualify and, in Best’s time, Northern Ireland never emulated the superb achievement of Danny Blanchflower’s side, which eliminated Italy. When the team did qualify for two subsequent World Cups, it was by dint of taking second place in their groups.

In 1969, Best was in dazzling form for the Irish on a rainy May night at Hampden Park, running the Scotland defence to distraction. He made his team’s goal with a glorious piece of ball-control and a surprising shot against the crossbar. Eric McMordie, appropriately, ran the ball home. He and Best had first come to Old Trafford as 15-year-olds, Best becoming so homesick that he promptly returned to Belfast. United persuaded him to try again. Lucky for them, but how lucky was it really for Best?

It might be argued that in those early years, he never got the care and attention that might have prevented his later excesses. Matt Busby was a remarkable manager, but not the figure Best needed for guidance. By the time Busby tried to keep him under control, it was too late. Best merely let him talk and examined the wallpaper behind his desk.

Arguably, he had a still better game against Benfica in the European Cup quarter-finals in 1965 when United, ordered to “keep it tight”, triumphed 5-1, exploding Benfica’s unbeaten home record. It was Best who essentially destroyed them. After just six minutes Tony Dunne, the Ireland left back, took a free kick and Best soared above the Portuguese defence to head a remarkable goal. Another six minutes had elapsed when David Herd, the centre forward, headed back Harry Gregg’s long clearance to Best, who slalomed superbly past three opponents to make it 2-0. Benfica collapsed.

One remembers another splendid goal for Northern Ireland, this time at Wembley when he left for dead Nobby Stiles, his club-mate and the most relentless of markers, with an electric turn to score.

He made his debut for United at 17 years and four months against West Bromwich Albion and excelled. “I knew then what I’d always believed,” he said, “that I’d find it easy to play in the first division.”

Defenders found it difficult to play against him whether he was on the right or the left. But in subsequent years he often came into the middle.

I remember him running rings round Don Howe, the Arsenal and England right back, at Highbury and chatting amiably afterwards. “The new wave is coming in gently,” I wrote, but the wave would in time become tidal.

He once confessed that when he beat an opponent, he became so excited that he had an erection — his humour then was disarming. Sitting behind him once on the United team bus — different days — he turned to tell me, “Malcolm Allison’s going to be the new England team coach. They’re putting the seats in his mouth!”

You might say the turning point came when, on the occasion of United’s match with Chelsea, he spent the weekend in the Islington flat of Sinead Cusack, the actress, while photographers massed outside.

Things fell apart, Eros trumped football. Best retired, came back, put on weight, never the same. But how cruel were the crowd on Saturday afternoon at Queens Park Rangers when his girth was wide and his face had gone. They seemed to be taking some kind of revenge.

Years later, making a television documentary, I went to see him by a beach in Los Angeles when he was playing for the local Aztecs. Genial as ever, dressed in white shorts and no shirt, he strolled across the road into a glass-walled bar, then on to the beach itself. “They’re asking now, who’s George Best?” he said. “Before, they’d be asking what’s soccer?”

Men are we and must mourn when even the shade Of that which once was great has passed away.

December 2, 2005 at 10:59 PM in General commentary | Permalink | Top of page | Blog Home

The educated French elite

Got the following from the good folks at Samidista. Seems there are other politicians in the world, capable if incredible gaffes.

September 20, 2005 at 12:21 PM in General commentary | Permalink | Top of page | Blog Home

The sharp stick control

In America the topic is gun control, but never think the Brits can't do one better. Where is Monty Python when you need them?

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/4581871.stm

A&E doctors are calling for a ban on long pointed kitchen knives to reduce deaths from stabbing.

A team from West Middlesex University Hospital said violent crime is on the increase - and kitchen knives are used in as many as half of all stabbings.

They argued many assaults are committed impulsively, prompted by alcohol and drugs, and a kitchen knife often makes an all too available weapon.

The research is published in the British Medical Journal.

September 16, 2005 at 08:20 PM in General commentary | Permalink | Top of page | Blog Home

The UN Draft Outcome Document

With this quote, the world leaders compete their review of the UN. Hardly the stuff of major change.

“We strongly condemn terrorism in all its forms and manifestations, committed by whomever, wherever and for whatever purposes, as it constitutes one of the most serious threats to international peace and security.”

And paragraph 3 on the first page, the first substantive paragraph, seems to agree that having meetings are a good thing. Having meetings is the most lofy statement they could agree upon?

We reaffirm the United Nations Mille nnium Declaration, which we adopted at the dawn of the twenty-first century. We recognise the valuable role of the major United Nations conferences and summits in the economic, social and related fields, including the Millennium Summit, in mobilizing the international community at the local, national, regional and global levels and in guiding the work of the United Nations.

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September 16, 2005 at 10:14 AM in General commentary | Permalink | Top of page | Blog Home

£1 per litre

Anyone in North America who worries about the price of petrol/ gas, save a thought for the poor Brits.

Ministers said they are taking seriously the threat of refinery blockades by the fuel protesters over the price of petrol hitting £1 a litre.

September 13, 2005 at 08:33 AM in General commentary | Permalink | Top of page | Blog Home

The West's Last Chance: Will We Win the Clash of Civilizations? (Hardcover)

Interesting scenario outlined in this new book - "Eurabia"

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0895260158/104-2763139-7226336

From the Inside Flap The Nazis failed to take over Europe, but Militant Islam might The West, says author Tony Blankley in this shocking new book, is down to its last chance. Within our lifetimes, Europe could become Eurabia: a continent overwhelmed by militant Islam that poses a greater threat to the United States than even Nazi Germany did. In The West’s Last Chance, Blankley shows how that could happen—and what we must do to prevent it. In The West’s Last Chance, you’ll learn: · What really happens if Islamist terrorists acquire weapons of mass destruction—it’s worse, and more likely, than you think · How Europe is already well on its way to being a launching pad for Islamist terrorism · Why Europe’s plummeting birthrates could wreak huge upheavals on the Continent—and how the United States could face a similar fate · What’s holding our government back from fighting the Islamist threat to the best of its ability · Why the U.S. has ignored the lessons of World War II—lessons that could hold the secret to winning the War on Terror · How liberalism degenerated from the war-winning policies of FDR to an ideology of Western suicide Tony Blankley asks the hard questions—and gives the straight answers—that our country needs to hear. Frightening, provocative, and instructive, The West’s Last Chance is the most important political book of the year. It will change the way we think about—and fight—the War on Terror.

September 12, 2005 at 12:32 PM in General commentary | Permalink | Top of page | Blog Home

Cream in the USA

Slightly off topic, but WOW!! I still remember watching their farewell live (on TV) from Albert Hall around '69.

Soul Shine Magazine : Cream in the USA

Published: 2005-09-08
The original blues-rock power trio, Cream, had such a huge response after its shows in London’s Royal Albert Hall this past summer that it’s going to New York. Ginger Baker, Jack Bruce, and Eric Clapton will be playing at Madison Square Garden for only three nights: October 24th, 25th and 26th.

Though only together for three years, from 1966 to 1968, Cream produced three highly successful and influential albums: Fresh Cream (1966), Disraeli Gears (1967), and Wheels of Fire (1968). Combining a jammy, improvisatory blues style with electric rock, Cream created a high voltage sound. Eventually the egos of the three members drove the band apart.

Tickets for the event go on advance sale to American Express Card–holders on Monday September 12th and on September 19th to the rest of us.

Writer: Michelle Garcia

September 8, 2005 at 08:21 PM in General commentary | Permalink | Top of page | Blog Home

Like a hurricane

Maybe I should take back my earlier comment.

NOW Magazine - Music in Toronto, AUGUST 25 - 31, 2005

Neil Young's Prairie Wind rocks Ryman
By POST-GOLD RUSH ROCK BY MICHAEL HOLLETT

Nashville – Two nights before his first full show since his brain aneurysm in March, Neil Young paces the fabled Ryman Auditorium stage like a caged beast – or an annoyed bandleader.

There are more people on the hallowed boards of what was once the Grand Ole Opry than in the room as Young prepares to premiere his stunning new album, Prairie Wind. He'll be playing it twice over two nights for hand-picked crowds, and it's being filmed by Jonathan Demme for a spring-release concert film.

"Why can't you play it like on the record?" he wants to know from his band. It includes key players from his legendary Harvest album who have also joined him on the new disc, which is as good as that much-loved work.

"And Chad, I think you're hitting the tambourine in exactly the wrong spot every single time," Young announces to long-time associate and legendary loose cannon Chad Cromwell. But Young likes a little creative chaos, which is why he still works with his pal. During the clumsy climax to Barrie's Live 8, as Canada's rock elite stumbled through an exciting but confused version of Rockin In The Free World, a laughing Young turned to Blue Rodeo's Jim Cuddy and said, "Isn't this funny?"

Back at the Ryman a couple of days later, Young is all smiles.

"It's like being inside a giant guitar in here," he says of the old Opry's fantastic acoustics. I don't need him to remind me that the room was once a church; I'm sitting by myself in a front-row pew that only starts to hurt my butt in the last minutes of the three-hour-plus show. (The next night Meryl Streep is an aisle-mate, up and down on her feet as she enthusiastically takes in the show).

Young looks like an elegant riverboat gambler in his classy western suit and broad hat. He and the band have been "styled" by Sergio Leone's wardrobe master, and the ladies wear matching gowns. Legendary pedal steel player Ben Keith, soul songwriter Spooner Oldham, Young's performer wife, Pegi, and Emmylou Harris all look dapper in front of the various dust-blown Prairie Wind backdrops in a show that features the new album in its entirety, followed by a string of hits that have never sounded better.

Young wrote most of the record between the discovery of his aneurysm and the surgery to correct it, recording the disc in Nashville after leaving the hospital. There's lots of reflection, and it's clearly the album of an "old man," but there isn't a drop of near-deathbed earnestness or frightened repentance.

Canadians who hoot every time Helpless is played will be thrilled at the number of Canuck references on the new disc. And, yeah, it's fun to hear him sing of driving the Trans-Canada Highway on his way to Nashville and remembering his Canadian prairie home. Tales of Young's troubled relationship with his journalist father, Scott, who died recently after battling dementia, are well documented, but on Prairie Wind he makes peace with his "daddy" and fondly reminisces about the challenging man. Young tears up setting the scene for a song about family singalongs that featured his dad, his uncle Bob and his grandmother.

He makes the rest of the room misty-eyed when he sings Here For You.

"I used to write love songs for silly girls," says Young, then turns to smile at his wife onstage. "Well, maybe I've got a few of them left in me, too, but this one's for someone else."

It proves to be a touching love letter to his 21-year-old daughter as she readies to leave home. "It's my empty-nester song. It's a new genre – might even have a new radio station."

He picks up a battered old guitar with the wood worn through to play his next song.

"I bought this guitar 35 years ago from a friend. It used to be Hank Williams's. It hasn't been here in this place since 1952. It's nice to bring it home."

Harris joins Young to sing This Old Guitar on the instrument that hasn't been in the Opry since Williams was banned from playing there.

He closes the first half, ably assisted by the Fisk Jubilee Singers, with a song that was a late addition to the album and may prove to be his Imagine.

"I don't usually sing about God or religion," says Young, "but there are some things going on in churches in this country that I don't agree with. There are songs being sung there like God Bless America that don't have any place in church."

He pauses and then mutters, "Maybe that's just the Canadian in me," to huge applause. When God Made Me is a gorgeous song that magnificently deconstructs religious extremism. He premiered this song at Live 8.

Young shows no signs of ill health, and his voice has never sounded better, a fact he demonstrates with unadorned solo versions of I Am A Child and The Damage Done in the second half. And when he sings a killer version of Old Man, with Keith delivering the same haunting pedal steel part he played on the disc, it doesn't seem ironic that the singer is now the old man instead of the young one marvelling at him. It just seems part of the process. Aging, after all, is the gift of a well-lived life.

At the post-gig after-party, Streep raves about Young and the show, but her 20-year-old son is the biggest fan in the family. And that's no doubt how Young would want it – able to satisfy long-time fans, passionately enjoyed by young ones and doing some of his best work ever 40 years into a stellar career. the end

August 26, 2005 at 09:54 PM in General commentary | Permalink | Top of page | Blog Home

Flying Spaghetti Monster

Following my earlier post on the incredible stupidity being exhibited in the US on the intelligent design theory, Boing Boing have developed the perfect antidote and a much more appropriate response than mine!

Boing Boing: Boing Boing's $250,000 Intelligent Design challenge (UPDATED: $1 million)

We are willing to pay any individual *$250,000 if they can produce empirical evidence which proves that Jesus is not the son of the Flying Spaghetti Monster.

August 24, 2005 at 10:45 PM in General commentary | Permalink | Top of page | Blog Home

Why do we blog

Interesting chat tonight about why we/anyone blogs. General consensus is that we write to ourselves and the reader can choose which blog to read or not.

Blogging isn't new in the sense it doesn't create stuff that didn't already exist, at least in someones brain. What strikes me though, is that blogging might present a platform for introverts. In our small sample group at the pub de jour, it seemed that the extroverts had the most issues with blogging because it didn't capture the essence of their point. Interesting point that warrants more thought later.

August 23, 2005 at 12:42 AM in General commentary | Permalink | Top of page | Blog Home

Synthesiser pioneer Dr Moog dies

This story and this quote is a piece of music history. "The sound defined progressive music as we know it," said Keith Emerson of Emerson, Lake and Palmer."

The first rock concert I attended was The Nice, in '69, and shortly afterwards when ELP was formed, Keith was one, if not "the" original force that moved synthesisers into prominence, when he adopted the Moog Synthesiser. He was the first artist to use one on stage.

BBC NEWS | Entertainment | Synthesiser pioneer Dr Moog dies

Synthesiser pioneer Dr Robert Moog has died at his North Carolina home aged 71, four months after being diagnosed with brain cancer.

Born in the New York district of Queens, his instruments were used by The Beatles and The Doors among others.

Dr Moog built his first electronic instrument - a theremin - aged 14 and made the MiniMoog, "the first compact, easy-to-use synthesiser", in 1970.

He won the Polar prize, Sweden's "music Nobel prize", in 2001

Synthesiser hit

It was Wendy Carlos' 1968 Grammy award-winning album, Switched-On Bach, which brought Dr Moog to prominence.

Carlos played renditions of Johann Sebastian Bach compositions on a Moog analogue synthesiser, making electronic music popular and Dr Moog a household name.

Before long many musicians and groups, including the Doors, the Grateful Dead, the Rolling Stones and the Beatles, were using Moog synthesisers.

Dr Moog remained a respected musical figure and in recent years many musicians, including Brian Eno, Frank Zappa, The Cure, Fatboy Slim and Stereolab kept the sound alive, even as analogue synthesisers were superseded by digital instruments.

"The sound defined progressive music as we know it," said Keith Emerson of Emerson, Lake and Palmer.

In 2004, the first Moogfest was organised in New York, celebrating Dr Moog's achievements.

Organiser Charles Carlini said: "He brought electronic music to the masses and changed the way we hear music."

Dr Moog had received both radiation treatment and chemotherapy to help combat his brain disease. He left a wife, Ileana, and five children.

A public memorial celebration is planned for Friday at the Orange Peel Club in Asheville, North Carolina.

August 22, 2005 at 01:03 PM in General commentary | Permalink | Top of page | Blog Home

Air France crash at Pearson Airport Toronto

Seems this crash is not terrorism - CNN indicate that its caused by wind sheer. 200+ people on board, and at least two explosions, after it ran off the runway.

Its somewhat ironic that the best news coverage is from CNN in Atlanta.

August 2, 2005 at 05:24 PM in General commentary | Permalink | Top of page | Blog Home

Prior knowledge of London attacks?

While one can't suggest the attack could have been prevented, the admission that there was no prior warning is being contradicted here by knowledgeable sources.

Why was the terror alert dropped the week earlier in light of this intel? It sounds like another intel voice in the wilderness not being listened to. Its early days, but this sounds characteristic of the FBI intelligence prior to 9/11, which didn't make it to the surface till much later.

Intelligence: Hints of ‘another Madrid’

...... The information lacked details on what city might be the target or when the attacks might occur, but it appeared to foreshadow Thursday's London mass-transit bombing, which was similar to the 2004 Madrid attacks that also targeted commuter trains at rush-hour ......

..... Both British Foreign Secretary Jack Straw and U.S Homeland Security Secretary Michael Chertoff said there had been no warning of an imminent attack in London .....

July 9, 2005 at 05:52 PM in General commentary | Permalink | Top of page | Blog Home

An "incident" at Aldgate ..

Courtesy of Adam Tinworth

July 8, 2005 at 11:49 AM in General commentary | Permalink | Top of page | Blog Home

A Letter To The Terrorists, From London

A nice one from "The London News Review.

A Letter To The Terrorists, From London :: The London News Review

July 07, 2005

A Letter To The Terrorists, From London :: The London News Review

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?

This is London. We've dealt with your sort before. You don't try and pull this on us.

Do you have any idea how many times our city has been attacked? Whatever you're trying to do, it's not going to work.

All you've done is end some of our lives, and ruin some more. How is that going to help you? You don't get rewarded for this kind of crap.

And if, as your MO indicates, you're an al-Qaeda group, then you're out of your tiny minds.

Because if this is a message to Tony Blair, we've got news for you. We don't much like our government ourselves, or what they do in our name. But, listen very clearly. We'll deal with that ourselves. We're London, and we've got our own way of doing things, and it doesn't involve tossing bombs around where innocent people are going about their lives.

And that's because we're better than you. Everyone is better than you. Our city works. We rather like it. And we're going to go about our lives. We're going to take care of the lives you ruined. And then we're going to work. And we're going down the pub.

So you can pack up your bombs, put them in your arseholes, and get the fuck out of our city.

July 7, 2005 at 09:15 PM in General commentary | Permalink | Top of page | Blog Home

Quote of the day

"I tell you what, if this is an "Islamic" terrorist attack, they're doing a piss-poor job. The pubs are all packed out, people sipping their pints happily, all a tad pissed off, but basically fine with it. Nice one, Al Qaeda - you profess to be from a teetotal religion, and you've given the pub trade a massive mid-week boost."

Rule Britannia!!

http://europhobia.blogspot.com/2005/07/london-tube-explosions.html

July 7, 2005 at 08:38 PM in General commentary | Permalink | Top of page | Blog Home