An Oath Is Still An Oath....

Much as it goes against the grain to pander too much to one person's opinion in my blog, (other than my own of course), I felt I should voice my opinions on a specific issue following my friend Shaun's pasting of this link in answer to my earlier post:

The Soldier Who Didn't Want to Fight...

Joe Glenton, according to the article seems to think that having made an oath to fight for Queen and Country, he then gets to pick and choose which conflicts that oath applies to. Instead of fulfilling his duty as agreed, under no duress upon commencing his role as a soldier, he thinks it's ok to wave his own personal flag and take him self off on a little holiday instead.

Here is the news. This man is not a brave figure standing up for the rights of the common man. He is a man who has chosen to let down his friends, his regiment and his nation by going back on his word.

An oath is still the same now as it was a thousand years ago. The meaning of the word has not changed, nor has the spirit in which it is intended when one swears it. You do not give up you right to free thought and individuality when you join the forces. However you do give up the right to decide on which conflicts you will take part in. That is the basic cornerstone of a volunteer military system. There can be absolutely no trust in a military force to defend it's nation if the individuals within that force cannot be trusted to act as one as they have all agreed to do upon signing up.

Joe Glenton has the right to complain. It is a soldiers right to do so as the old saying goes. He does not have the right to waste thousands of pounds of tax-payers money in training him, only to decide unilaterally that any particular conflict does not suit him or his politics.

Far from being a brave individual as my friend Shaun describes him, Joe Glenton is a deserter. Nothing more and nothing less.

Recognising The Cost Of Bravery...

Unlike our American cousins during the Vietnam war, we, the British public have always been decent enough (in the main) to recognise that, whilst we at home may not always support the principles of a conflict in which our servicemen and women are embroiled, we do not have the callousness to take that fact out on the servicemen themselves.

Whatever your political stance on Iraq, Afghanistan or even the Falklands war, we have generally accepted that those who have done their duty and served their country do so regardless of personal opinion, because we understand that someone has to be prepared to fight, be wounded and sometimes die for their country without having the option to make a specific political decision about the conflict as an individual. That is why we have the best troops in the world.

A combination of discipline and courage.

So it is particularly galling to see the MOD still conducting a court case in an attempt to reduce the compensation for two soldiers injured doing the essential job that most of us simply would not have the stomach to do.

Those responsible for continuing this insult to the bravery of every member of the British Forces should be thoroughly ashamed, as should we for allowing such a a circumstance to arise.

The Power of Prayer To Kill...

It will come as no big surprise to regular readers to hear my opinion of Dale Neumann, a Wisconsin man who stood around with his other God-bothering friends praying for his 11 year old daughter to be healed while she slowly died of diabetes.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/8180116.stm

This moron has thankfully been convicted of second degree reckless homicide, as was his wife last year on the same charge. They will both be sentenced in October and could face up to 25 years.

I think it would be a more appropriate sentence to re-introduce a trial by ordeal under such circumstances. Surely Neumann would have no objections to testing God's powers against his own life rather than that of a child? Perhaps a stake-burning? Thrown into a sack with snakes? Something along those lines?

Just think of the money it would save compared to 25 years of feeding this worthless waste of space.

Referee - 1 Thug - 0......

Glad to see an 18 month sentence given to bullying fuckwit thug Richard Norman 33, (see lumpy individual to the right).

As reported by the BBC at: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/wales/south_west/8132018.stm
Norman followed the 62 year old ref of his son's under 14's football match and punched the official leaving him requiring ten stitches.

What a lovely example to set one's child in how to respect authority figures. It's a shame this moron will only be out of his son's life for 18 months, the poor little sod might have had some hope of growing up into a normal stable human being if Daddy was to disappear from the scene altogether. Sadly a clear indictment of one of my favourite old lines, you need a license to keep a dog, but they let any bloody fool have children.

For England Harry And St George...

I think I've just had the most quintessentially English moment it's possible to have, which I would heartily recommend to any of my fine fellow Englishmen, or indeed to any of you Johnny Foreigners out there who would like, if only for the most fleeting of moments, to experience what a joy it is to be English.

Take one bottle of fine English Ale, Old Peculiar, London Pride, Old Speckled Hen, Newcastle Brown, there are many fine examples to choose from, find yourself a comfy chair, envelop yourself in your headphones, select Elgar's Nimrod and then press play with the volume suitably high.

Close your eyes and your mind will be awash with visions of Spitfires flying over white cliffs, cricket matches on village greens, thatched cottages surrounded by a profusion of brightly coloured flowers, Yorkshire puddings, cups of tea and cucumber sandwiches.

Go on, try it, after all, inside every foreigner is an Englishman trying to get out!

Till Death Us Do Part.....

I was deeply moved by the story today of Sir Edward Thomas Downes 85 and his terminally ill wife Joan 74, who chose to end their lives together at a clinic in Switzerland.

Mr Downes himself was almost blind and partially deaf as well as having other health problems. He was one of this countries foremost conductors, having worked with the BBC Philharmonic for forty years, whilst his wife Joan was a former ballet dancer and successful choreographer.

This is one of the most romantic stories I have ever seen in the news. Two people have been able to bring their wonderfully fulfilled lives to an end together, rather than continue in pain and suffering with the certainty of one or the other having to be left to face the world alone at some point for the first time in fifty-four years.

Anyone who sees this as anything other than an acceptable decision for adults to make is not only misguided but cruel. How long before the criminalization of this procedure in this country is thrown out for the archaic thoughtless interference it really is.

Boris Drops A Bollock...

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, Mayor Boris has dropped an awfully big bollock this time, just as I was beginning to think he might be one of the few politicians worth anything in this age of our country being governed by cynical money grabbing charlatans.

In an interview with Stephen Sakur for Hardtalk.....

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk_politics/8149313.stm

dear old blundering Boris refers to his £250,000 annual pay packet for knocking out a weekly article for the Sunday Torygraph as 'chicken-feed'!

I actually don't have a problem with Boris earning a quarter of a million quid for writing some silly series of articles, (if I could get paid for doing so, I'd be in heaven!), but calling that amount of money 'chicken-feed' when the vast majority of the population of this country are feeling the bite of a recession has to be one of the most serious pieces of ill-judgement since King Charles turned to his wife and said, 'Don't worry darling, nobody would dare touch me, God gave me this job...'

As the interview continues Boris does a fine job of trying to scramble out of the bottomless pit he has dug himself with his silly remark by dredging deep in the 'I give money to charity' trough, the oft used straw grasped at by the over-paid. I hope I have mixed enough metaphors there to keep critics busy for a while, but I would like to point out, it's not like I'm being paid £250,000 to write this nonsense....

The Buccaneer Explorer....

I've just started reading a couple of excellent books that followed on, unsurprisingly, from another book I'd been reading: History of Australia and New Zealand by Alexander Sutherland. Written in the 1890's, in the book's early pages it makes some references to a man by the name of William Dampier.

Originally from Somerset, Dampier spent the best part of his life as a privateer, buccaneer or pirate, managed to circumnavigate the world three times and in between was very productive as a writer, authoring the first major English travel book: A New Voyage Around The World along with a host of other books about his lifelong travels.

The Buccaneer Explorer, William Dampier's Voyages Edited by Gerald Norris is an awesome compilation of some of Dampier's writings, and I've also just started reading A Pirate Of Exquisite Mind by Diana & Michael Preston a biography of the man himself, based on what I've read so far, William is turning out to be a great English hero apparently forgotten by many.

Murray, Bunny, And Other Tennis Balls...

So, Andy Murray is out of the Wimbledon tournament.

Well, are we really surprised? Isn't it a given that no Brit can ever get to the final, let alone win it?

Not since 1938 with Henry 'Bunny' Austin has a son of this soil got to play in the final.

One of the cool things about a sport that involves individuals rather than teams is that you get the opportunity to go beyond the simple tribal requirements of following your national representatives and delve into the personalities of the players involved.

Through our all seeing TV eyes we get to decide who's a miserable sod, who has a fun personality, who loves his mum, who's got a bit of a temper, all with no actual basis in fact of course, other than seeing a person for a few hours out of their whole lives in an entirely false situation.

But that's ok, even back in ancient Rome, the audience didn't really give a toss about the person in the arena doing battle for their entertainment, they perhaps just felt a brief moment of kinship, based on some random fact, the warrior's homeland, or name perhaps, now, as then, you pick your champion, based on whatever unimportant criteria you have selected, then cheer for him ever louder as he defeats opponent after opponent, until inevitably he is defeated himself.

Now our champion is slain. Do we mourn his loss? Do we let our anger towards his slayer ferment into enmity at his next combat?

Actually no. Andy Roddick seemed like a much nicer bloke in his sound-bites anyway.

Besides, it's not like Murray was English.

Feeding The Latest Addiction...

Don't tell the wife.... but I bought three more books today, just days after getting a Sony Reader for my birthday, and immediately loading up on 11'000, yes, 11'000 ebooks to fill my little mind to my hearts content.

In my defence, I bought them from a charity shop, so expense was low, but I can't seem to stop buying more books than I can possibly get round to reading (even though I read VERY quickly).

I can only assume that this is just another demonstration of my addictive personality (as if more evidence were required), but I hope that, in the long term at least, this one might prove to be non-health threatening, and might even carry some fringe benefits.. Though people are already commenting on the lack of social interaction with me as I bury my nose in a book regardless of company etc.

For the record, the books are:
The Great Escape by Paul Brickhill
A History of The British Secret Service by Richard Deacon
& War Behind Enemy Lines by Julian Thompson
Yes, there's a bit of a theme, I've always loved a bit of WWII history and it's been a while since I read any so I thought I'd indulge myself. By the way I got them all from the Sam Beare Hospice Bookshop in Weybridge which is not just an excellent cause but also an excellent bookshop. I know that's a bit 'local' for this worldwide, border straddling, internet thing, but I do actually know some people who live within a few miles of me who might be interested!

A Fence Sitter By Any Other Name...

A small point but one I think worth voicing, I absolutely bloody detest the phrase "African American", it is a typical mealy-mouthed pathetic piece of politically correct new-speak we have been force fed for a number of years now. It is equally as annoying as "Irish-American" (There are more who choose that particular namby-pamby fence-sitting moniker than actual Irish people for crying out loud!).

With the recent death of Michael Not-Very-Blackson, I've heard interviewers asking the standard trite question "What did his work mean to African Americans?"

It meant bugger all, because there is no such thing. If you are American and proud of it, say so, it does not need to be qualified or justified based on the trials and tribulations of your distant ancestors, it's about YOU. Everyone has the right to proud of their nation, and if you're not, then by all means deny it and call yourself African, or Irish, or what ever you'd rather be associated with, but get off the bloody fence and pick a team.

Walton on Thames to Melbourne...Continued..

Every new day that dawns (the one's when I'm not thinking about the fact I'm not smoking anymore at least), a few moments creep into my consciousness when I can't help getting very upset and emotional about the people I'm going to be leaving behind.

In spite of the 'small' world we now live in, the wonders(?) of the Internet, Facebook, email, skype etc, I know the way it really works, even if most people don't want to admit it.... There are some people I love dearly that I may never see face to face for a very very long time, sometimes ever again.

It's a really harsh reality that one has to face up to with a journey like this coming up. We all hear the old lines about friends that one doesn't see for years and then when you do, it just carries on where you left off, but let's be honest, life is not really like that in most cases, and why would you want it to be?

One of the things I cherish about the people I see almost every day, the people I love, the important people, is watching them grow, feeling our relationship grow, our understanding of one another deepen over time, our respect and acceptance of one another as individuals become more solid. You just don't get that with a relationship in which you never spend time together for long periods. It's sad, but it's reality.

I will miss my dear friends more deeply than I can conceive of at this moment. This is only made bearable by the fact that my dearest friend in the world will be with me every step of the way, living the big adventure with me, making it worth the sacrifices we both have to make.

There are times when this amazing thing we are about to do is not as simple as one might imagine.

Mad Dogs & Englishmen...

Does anyone know where I can come by a Pith-Helmet?

The only way I can keep some semblance of sanity in this ridiculously un-English heatwave we're having is to imagine myself sitting atop a great horse, resplendent in red tunic, Henri-Martini tucked under my arm, surveying some desolate sun-baked hell-hole we have recently conquered, (having first sent in the Scots to terrify the natives of course).

They are the only circumstances in which an Englishman should have to tolerate such distinctly colonial weather.

Anyone wishing to join me for tiffin on the veranda later please RSVP to my char-wallah.

Has Anyone Ever Seen Them Together?....

So Latoya Jackson has finally arrived at the Jackson mansion (you know the one an apparent bankrupt can rent for $100,000 dollars a month), so, still no-one has ever seen them both together, has Michael finally severed all relations with his male persona, destined to live out his life as the female side of his personality (ie Latoya) to avoid paying off the bankruptcy payments. One things for sure, with all his mediocre tunes rocketing back to the top of the charts (in the face of today's lack-lustre pop opposition, is that really a surprise) at least all the debts should now get paid off.

Rumours the the Reverend Jesse Jackson is neither confirming nor denying that they are related are lending credence to the story that the God-bothering political activist has no idea what to do with himself now that there's a black president.

Anyone For Tennis?... Apparently Not...

As many people will be aware, I'm not exactly the worlds biggest sports fan.

I 'support' West Ham in the sense that as an English male, one has to 'support' someone or be considered a social retard, but much to the amusement of my friends that are 'real' football fans, I haven't known the names of any of the team for about fifteen years.

With this level of sporting interest in mind, I got up today and thought I might make a brief foray into the sporting world, and watch a bit of tennis, Wimbledon is on after all, and even if the actual sport bit gets boring, there's very little down side to watching occasionally cute women dancing about in little white skirts is there?

Only there's none on. None at all. Not a ball to be found. I now gather that I'm a victim of the English weather here, because my recollections of there always being a bit of Wimbledon to watch on the middle Sunday, may well spring entirely from the fact that normally they're trying to catch up after a week of dodging the rain. So it looks like I'm not destined to make that foray into sport after all.

Is that Fred Perry chap still quite good?

Walton on Thames to Melbourne: A Journey...

As some of you will know it's now only four months until my wife and I up sticks and move from Leafy Surrey in the UK to Melbourne Australia.

This impending journey is part of my reason for starting to write this blog again, I've found I'm a bit crap at keeping in touch with people on Facebook, simply put, I don't really have much to contribute in the 'normal' daily run of things.

I think I'm apparently quite good however, at writing a running stream of conciousness in the form of a blog. I am, after all, well known for my ability to rant, and what's a blog if it's not an online rant eh?

So, there will be, at no particular rate of interval, my thoughts on the great trauma on moving to the other side of the world, liberally accompanied by my less than interesting comment on life the universe and everything.

For those who don't know, I'm also currently trying to write a novel, the culmination of years of telling people I had the ability to write without ever having to prove it. Well now I'm putting my money (or at least my time) where my mouth is. I'm a fair way into it and yes, I do hope to get it published one day, even though I'm well aware there are about a billion authors out there these days. One of the disadvantages of mass education is that every person who can read also thinks they can write, and yes, I count myself among that number, but who knows, I might get lucky.

Todays "Things About Moving To Another Continent You Never Knew"
For 43 years I have, like everyone else amassed a huge amount of pointless possessions that serve no purpose, and I'm about to spend a large part of the next four months trying to get rid of the bloody things, so if you have at any point wandered about my home and thought to yourself "Ooooh, I would'nt mind that"... Please ask now, don't be shy, that item could now be yours, for the once in a lifetime price of "Nothing At All".... No really, I have to throw all this shit away otherwise!!

William Bligh, Not Likely To Get Lost Winner 1789

As usual Hollywood has done a great disservice to an Historical figure in the person of William Bligh, RN, Commander of Her Majesty's Armed Vessel Bounty.

I've just read his memoirs, "A Voyage To The South Sea" in which he relates the story of how he manages to get 18 of his comrades across 3618 miles of the Pacific Ocean, with very little rations and no weapons in a boat about twenty five feet long, for 41 days, while the mutinous Fletcher Christian and his chums park their collective backsides on Pitcairn having decided a life of shagging natives and eating coconuts is preferable to getting home to good old Blighty.

Now I'm as lazy as the next man, but I hardly think this demonstation of the idleness of the average Englishman in the 18th century is justification for poor old Bligh, arguably one of the greatest navigators England has ever known based on his exploits, to become the villain in at least three Hollywood adaptations of the Bounty mutiny.

Though Mel Gibson is on one of them, so you were always on a safe bet that somewhere in the story an Englishman was being misrepresented I guess.

History: My Part In It's Downfall

As I've spent the last few years gradually becoming a History geek, I've decided I might occasionally share my thoughts on any given Historical subject I'm reading up on, here, for the general enjoyment of anyone bored enough to be reading my blog. If you find it interesting, good-oh, if you don't, I guess you'll find something else to read!!

Michael Jackson...Death & Disinterest...

As a great lump of the (let's be honest) less imaginative portion of the Western world mourn the passing of pop music's biggest waste of space, let's please spare a moment's thought for those among us who have no interest either in his music, or the revelations about his not so private life over the last couple of decades.

I don't care if "Thriller" is considered a turning point for pop music, I was a Mod when it came out so I'm hardly likely to have even listened to it am I?

I don't care if he had plastic surgery or not, he went from an average looking black guy to a weird looking white guy, hardly a resounding success for the "Nip & Tuck" fraternity I would have said.

I don't care if he crossed the line in his levels of intimacy with the children of freaky families dumb enough to let their off-spring stay over in the house of a confirmed bachelor with lots of money and playground rides in his back garden. They weren't related to me after all.

All I know is that poor old Farrah Fawcett had a large part of her life overshadowed by a $6 million dollar man made of bionics, then she had her death overshadowed by a $6 billion dollar bankrupt made of plastics. Gutted for her.

Long Time No Speak

There's been no real acceptable reason for my absence other than a complete lack of inspiration, even when MP's are screwing us in every direction and I'm on the verge of making the biggest move of my life, ie moving to Melbourne, but there you go, it's not like I'm going to apologise, accept it and read on... or not... the choice, as they say, is yours....

The Urge Returns...

After yet another marathon absence from my horrendously neglected blog, I thought I’d put some of my less than important recent thoughts out for public consumption again, and, just to indicate how fickle I can be in these things, I’ll kick off with a pretty much directly opposing opinion to one I expressed some time back…

Thank You Boris II…

Back in October 2006 I had a little pop at the then Tory education spokesman Boris “pies through the railings” Johnson. Well clearly my condemnation at the time was just what he needed to get voted in as Mayor of London (though being up against Red Ken probably helped a bit too).

At the time of his election I have to admit to getting that shiver down my spine that any sane person gets when a Tory manages to get his or her mucky paws on a position of authority. But, I have to admit, he’s grown on me. Though of admittedly little importance as part of the job in hand, the first thing that began to endear me to Boris was realising that his habit of looking like he always dressed in the dark, was not an affectation to curry favour with any scarecrows that may have voting rights in London. He really doesn’t give a toss how he looks. A rare thing indeed, in spite of the number of people who constantly claim not to care what other people think of the way they look.

His outspoken attitude (obviously a trait I personally empathize with) gradually saw him creep up in my estimations. Then recently, we hear he is actually going to get rid of London’s congestion charge extension. Another one in the back of the net for Boris.

However he’s managed to really get me on-side recently with the Mayoral equivalent of scoring a hat-trick against Germany in a world cup final. He’s kicked that obnoxious public enemy, Ian Blair, out of his job with the Metropolitan Police.

Boris, if you do nothing else in your term, you have done every Londoner a great service by giving him a nudge out of the door. If only you could find some way to stop him taking his outrageous severance package. You could buy yourself an extra couple of venues for the Olympics.

Blame Free Road Use....

Text driver jailed for bike death

A motorist who was texting on her mobile phone when she hit and killed a cyclist has been sentenced to four years in prison.

Jordan Wickington, 19, died from head injuries when he went through a red light and was struck by Kiera Coultas's car in Southampton in February 2007.

Full Story: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/hampshire/7270751.stm

Am I the only one who is outraged that nobody seems to give a damn Wickington was going through a red light at the time of the accident? Whatever the driver did wrong, he died because he went through a red light.

She was guilty of appalling bad driving, and should be punished for it, but isn’t she just being used as a scapegoat here, when the person who died was guilty of equally appalling behaviour?

What kind of signal does this send to the growing number of cyclists out there who seem to have the impression that they can do whatever they like on the roads, are not subject to the rules everyone else has to follow, and are always the ‘victim’ in any accident?

Cyclists are the only road users who are not subject to any form of testing, age restrictions licensing procedures or road tax. Yet more and more roads are being made potentially more dangerous for other road users as they are effectively narrowed to accommodate cycle lanes.

Isn’t it time cyclists stopped getting a free ride?

Giving Up The Holy Ghost....

Archbishop sparks Sharia law row

Leading politicians have distanced themselves from the Archbishop of Canterbury's belief that some Sharia law in the UK seems "unavoidable".

Full Story: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk_politics/7233335.stm

Well, to coin a phrase, Oh My God!

Just what is going on in the head of this woolly minded God botherer?? Obviously the impotent wishy-washy institution that is the Church of England has finally given up the (holy) ghost. Not content with failing to convince ever greater numbers to buy into their groundless belief system, they are now apparently resigned to the fact that another equally spurious one should have legal sway over British people.

I would have at least some respect for the Church of England if it had enough backbone to publicly reinforce its core doctrine that Christianity is the ONLY true faith. At least Islam is not shy about standing by that one, no matter how distasteful it may be to non-believers.

Still, let’s look on the positive side; at least one of the remnants of pre-thinking society is putting itself out of business. Giving the rest of us the ability to focus on the others.

And So The Deed Is Done...

Yesterday saw the culmination of many months of work, (very much on Naomi's part) as we celebrated our wedding, surrounded by the most amazing friends any couple could possibly hope for.

It truly was one of the most amazing days of my life.

Thank you all so very much, Naomi and I love you all, the only down side to going away together for a wonderful month, will be not being with you all for that time.

We would like to thank you all from the bottom of our hearts, we feel extremely honoured to know every one of you.

Thank you.

Justice Saudi Style....

Saudi gang-rape victim is jailed
By Frances Harrison
BBC News

An appeal court in Saudi Arabia has doubled the number of lashes and added a jail sentence as punishment for a woman who was gang-raped.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/middle_east/7096814.stm For full story......

Just how long will the UK and other western nations continue to treat Saudi Arabia as an equal, pander to its whims and ‘idiosyncrasies’ and keep their collective heads in the sand just to protect the oil industry?

Saudi Arabia is a barbaric society that allows acts of evil to be continually perpetrated in the name of its sickeningly inhumane legal system. It perpetuates brutality and intolerance, is violently misogynistic, and is one of the most barren nations on this earth when it comes to justice.

Distressing stories such as the one above rarely get the response, from our government that they deserve. I’m thinking we may be stationing troops in the wrong country in that part of the world at the moment.

If any nation was deserving of the violent imposition of ‘democracy’ that seems to have become our current favoured methodology, Saudi Arabia must be top of the list.

Death And Dishonour.......

Police censured over Menezes case
London's Metropolitan Police made serious and avoidable errors in killing an innocent man, a watchdog says.
An Independent Police Complaints Commission (IPCC) report highlights what it says were failures in procedures and communication.

And it says Commissioner Sir Ian Blair tried to prevent its investigation.
Sir Ian has again rejected calls for his resignation.

Full story: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/7084829.stm

So the only man in the country in a position to take responsibility for this execution style killing, will not only face no sanction for this atrocity, he doesn't even have the decency to resign from his job.

Top that off with the weasel like politicians who are actually defending his position and you get a picture of the sort of arrogant, selfish, thoughtless individuals who have positions of power over the people of this country and will do anything to hang on to them. Gone are the days of anyone resigning honourably when they have failed in their duty it seems.

Isn’t it ironic that Ian Blair has the title ‘Sir’?

A title meant to embody a spirit of honour and chivalry, attached to a name that will forever be associated by many, with a man who is no longer deserving of credibility or respect.

How proud officers in the Metropolitan police must be to serve under such a noble leader.

And how comfortably must the population of London now sleep at nights to have this man responsible for their safety.

Suffer The Little Children....

The right to die for Jehovah

By Clare Murphy

Health reporter, BBC News

A young Jehovah's Witness has died just hours after giving birth to twins. She had signed a form refusing blood transfusions, and her family would not overrule her. Couldn't doctors have intervened?

Full Story: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/7078673.stm

Once again the selfish nature of religious belief becomes apparent, as these two young babies are subjected to a life without a mother because of her selfish and misplaced loyalties to a blind and baseless doctrine.

According to reports, the children’s father, Anthony Gough is now looking after them. I hope he has sense enough to now realise the selfishness of these beliefs, and not compound these children’s harm at the loss of a mother, by then indoctrinating them in the same worthless faith that has led to this situation.

Blame Free Bloating....

Obesity 'not individuals' fault'

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/7047244.stm

Individuals can no longer be held responsible for obesity and government must act to stop Britain "sleepwalking" into a crisis, a report has concluded.

The largest ever UK study into obesity, backed by government and compiled by 250 experts, said excess weight was now the norm in our "obesogenic" society.

So yet another level of personal responsibility is eaten away. If you stuff too many buns into your pie-hole, blame someone else.

I can’t wait for the mounds of fat bastards that try in vain to force their corpulent frames through the doors of the law courts to sue those evil burger and pie manufacturers that made their lives so miserable.

I’ve been known to be a bit over weight on occasion in my own life. It’s not a good place to be, and can negatively effect your life and your health. But it was my own bloody fault! Nobody ever force-fed me a kebab, threatened me with an éclair or used duress to encourage me to have one more slice of pie. It was all my own work.

Perhaps people should keep in mind though, before waddling to the phone to call a lawyer, you only get rights because you have responsibilities. Gradually allow the latter to be nibbled away, and you may wake up one day to realise neither is left in the larder.

A Queer Belief System...

Vatican bars prelate in gay row

The Vatican has confirmed local newspaper reports that a high-ranking Catholic priest has been suspended.
The man, Tommaso Stenico, who works in the department in charge of clergy around the world, appeared on Italian TV earlier this month admitting that he was gay.
The prelate had been suspended pending further investigation, said Vatican spokesman Father Frederico Lombari.
He says he was interviewed "fraudulently" with a hidden camera and now denies his earlier statement.
In a letter published in an Italian online newspaper, Petrus, Stenico writes: "I said I was homosexual in order to unmask those who really are."
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/europe/7043056.stm for the full story….

I don't know where to begin, this story works on so many levels for me.

In the first few paragraphs of this article, we get to see the Catholic church doing it's bit towards my dream of a religion free society, by playing the good old homophobia card. Goodbye forever to a few more 'believers' every time they flag that old chestnut up.

We also get another of my favourite god-botherer types showing his true colours, the classic Cherry Picker, whose approach is: "I believe in this stuff enough to make a career out of it, but I'll cherry pick which of the clearly defined sins of my faith I actually want to take any notice of, and conveniently ignore the ones that are unacceptable to me."

Finally, our Cherry Picker chooses to deny everything, meaning he was lying when he gave the interview, or he's lying now, either of which fits in with the standard operating procedures of church representatives since time began.

Some handy clarifications for other Catholic Priests confused by these issues:

1 According to your religion, homosexuality is a sin. No amount of creative 'interpretation' can change it. Accept it, or accept you don't really believe in it.

2 If you don't tell anyone, you will probably get away with it, just as a large proportion of priests throughout history have. Though it may be safer to restrict yourself to underage sexual partners. Your bosses are generally less likely to want to announce that particular habit if you get caught.

3 You may punish yourself your whole life for your inner secret, but don't worry, God won't. To do that, he'd have to exist, and you know deep down that he doesn't really don't you?

The Incompetence Zoo...

It’s quite astounding to listen to the ongoing saga of Jean Charles de Menezes murder by the police. And I use the term ‘murder’, purposely, because under any other circumstances, and if those responsible hadn’t already been given a ‘get out of jail free card’, that is what it would be.

Just look at the damning evidence that shows why he deserved to be repeatedly shot in public…… (From BBC News)

Ivor, an undercover officer who held Mr de Menezes as he was shot in the head, told the court how he had earlier seen the Brazilian get off a bus in Brixton town centre - and then very quickly rejoin it.

Mr de Menezes had got off the bus and began walking towards the Brixton Underground Station - but after 20 metres turned back when he saw the station was temporarily closed.

Ivor had been on the same bus watching the target - but did not rejoin it out of fear of compromising the surveillance.

However, he reported Mr de Menezes's movements on his radio, but had not seen the Tube station was closed.

And it could have been an even bigger example of a complete balls up by all concerned……

On the first day of his evidence, Ivor had told the court how he acted to restrain Mr de Menezes in the Tube carriage after seeing armed officers rush onto the platform.

In the confusion, firearms officers dragged Ivor out of the train and levelled guns against his chest and head.

He was dressed almost identically to the suspect and carrying a rucksack.

So, a guy is brutally shot for getting off a bus, then getting back on, and in the midst of this high level surveillance operation, the armed lunatics that are supposed to protect the general public almost shot a fellow officer. Did any of these idiots actually turn up for the meeting that morning to see what the days work entailed?

Of course, it’s all irrelevant. Because who will end up paying the possibly unlimited fine that can be levied as a punishment for this debacle? You the taxpayer of course. If not directly, then in terms of reduced police services that will undoubtedly accompany it.

Keep in mind, that chief monkey in this incompetence zoo, Met Police Chief Sir Ian Blair, is the same person responsible for today backing plans to extend detention without trial from 28 days to 90 days for terror suspects.

Whatever happened to the head of an organisation taking responsibility for its actions? All the while we have a tool of oppression and dictatorship at the helm of the police force, none of us are safe to walk the streets. Let alone change our minds about a bus trip….

The Evil That Is Religion....

It took the ugly appearance of one of my pet subjects to drag me back to my much neglected blog today.

HIV-infected condoms sent to kill Africans, claims archbishop

Chris McGreal, Africa correspondent

Thursday September 27, 2007
The Guardian

Mozambique's Roman Catholic archbishop has accused European condom manufacturers of deliberately infecting their products with HIV "in order to finish quickly the African people".

The archbishop of Maputo, Francisco Chimoio, told the BBC that he had specific information about a plot to kill off Africans. "I know that there are two countries in Europe ... making condoms with the virus, on purpose," he alleged. But he refused to name the countries.

What exactly is going on in the minds of anyone who allows a man with such outrageously offensive opinions to be in a position of influence or power?

Whilst millions of human beings die from a disease that is, in many ways, avoidable, the catholic church, as if it did not have enough blood on it's hands throughout history, enables this spiteful evil little man to make remarks that will undoubtedly lead to yet more deaths.

Hopefully one piece of good to come from this latest piece of bile from the religious slavers is that somewhere in the world someone will be shocked enough by the statement to release themselves from religious slavery. Sadly their freedom will doubtless be bought by the deaths of the uneducated slaves who accept this evil little man's message at face value.

Symbols of Propaganda....

I was disgusted to see on BBC tv this morning a god-botherer defending the position of a sixteen year old currently undertaking a high court action to allow the wearing of a 'chastity ring' in school.

The child's school has a no-jewellery policy, and doubtless prompted by over zealous parents, the child has decided to pursue this spurious nonsense through the courts.

Everyone involved should be ashamed of themselves frankly. Using a child to promote religious propaganda is a particularly low tactic being used by those who feel the need for imaginary friends in their lives.

In spite of what she may think, this child is a minor. She is NOT a christian child. There is no such thing, as Richard Dawkins points out, there are only children of christian parents.

All religion is slavery. Free yourself.

Thank You.....

Sunday morning, 11am.
And so, as the best 41st birthday party I've ever had, begins to wind down (or for me at least, the three blonde beauties are still milking the Karaoke video game for all it's worth), I find myself once again unable to understand what exactly I did to be so fortunate as to have the world's finest people as my friends.

I never cease to be astounded by the loyalty, comfort, pleasure and general sense of well being that envelopes me in their presence.

If you gain nothing more from life than friends, you have fully lived.

Let Out & Locked In....

I know little, and frankly care even less about Paris Hilton. She represents to me a portion of society that serves less purpose than a chocolate fire-guard.

I base this probably entirely unfair, and wholly un-considered opinion on nothing more solid than my own good old fashioned inverted snobbery, with a measure of very human envy thrown in, but hey, I am after all, only human.

I do know however, that her being released after only three days of her sentence is absolute proof that the US justice system is as corrupt as any banana republic any where on earth. How could any unfortunate resident of that nation ever trust the legal system again?

Unless they happen to be a millionaire of course.

And In Other News.....

Continuing with my theme of recklessly commenting on people I know nothing about, I'm proud to say I have so far managed to avoid even accidentally tuning in to that amazing piece of TV excrement, Big Brother.

I'd like to go on record as saying that anyone stupid enough to go on the show deserves nothing less than complete ridicule for the rest of their lives, or perhaps pity. I'm not entirely sure.

What I do know is the people who produce this obscene human zoo, make The Jerry Springer Show seem like a session of sensitive counselling. Sadly the viewing figures demonstrate that there will always be plenty of people around so insecure about their own inadequacies, that they have to gain solace from watching others even less well balanced than themselves.

Back Again....

Ok, so two and a half months without blogging is a bit lame. Not exactly going to win me any awards for productivity is it?

But I make no apologies, sometimes real life takes over, or one just doesn't have the inspiration.

So, what's been happening in Stevie's world? Well, unsurprisingly, lots more of the same, the new house has left me with little desire to venture out socially, finally having enough space to entertain at home has meant that this has more or less become 'Crack On Central'. My rants have once more taken the form of verbal diatribes for the Crack On audience only, until now at least.

The biggest event in the last couple of months has been my first trip to Ethiopia as part of the team involved in assisting Ethiopia to Trademark & License it's fine coffees.
It is a truly amazing place, and cliched as it might seem, having lived my whole life in the UK, such a visit does entirely change one's perspective on many things.

The starkest contrast I had to face was the fact that every Ethiopian I met was immensely friendly and dignified, yet commonly living in a society with levels of poverty that few Europeans of my generation will ever have experienced. In two weeks I did not meet a single Ethiopian that was not immediately friendly, hospitable and welcoming, something I could not say I have felt from any other place in the world including home.

I've taken the decision that this is not the place to talk about my work in too much detail, but if you want to find out more about the project, please take a look at www.ethiopiancoffeenetwork.com and if you have the chance, try to visit www.blackgoldmovie.com Black Gold is an incredible movie launching in the UK this weekend by Nick & Marc Francis, that highlights some of the issues in the Ethiopian coffee sector.

The only down side to my trip is that I started smoking again after a year and a half smoke free, but that will change on July 1st, when our police state effectively criminalizes a large part of the population whilst being supported by the tax from it's addiction. It seemed like a good day to stop once again, if only to avoid adding another thing to the list of activities I indulge in that society deems unacceptable.

Talking of our wonderful Police State....
Our soon to be Lord and Master, Gordon Brown has once more indicated that he intends to attempt to convince MPs of the need to imprison people without trial or justification for up to 90 days under anti-terrorist laws. At 28 days, we already have double the detention without charge time period of any other developed country.

Now I'm not a person who you will hear complain about locking up and throwing away the proverbial key, when there is firm evidence that an individual has been involved in plotting or carrying out terrorism against this nation. But if the police do not have enough evidence to charge someone within a month of arrest, what possible justification can there be to extending that period, and why were they arrested in the first place if there was no evidence either present or likely to come to light?

One of the few disadvantages of living in what will in my opinion be viewed by future historians as the easiest period in western history, (before we descend once again into hardship for the majority, through climate change and our apparent inability to consider the bigger picture)...is the complacency that seems to be silently infecting people when it comes to the erosion of their individual rights to make choices.

Previous generations suffered through much of their lives to one degree or another, and one of the things that came out of that suffering was much greater freedom for the majority in our part of the world at least.

It would be a shame if such a hard won prize was to quietly be eaten away, with little more than a whimper of protest.

A Benefit To Britain At Any Cost? .........

After a forced absence due to my moving house, (living without an internet connection is both freeing and irritating in equal measure it seems) I'm back with a good old fashioned whinge, and it's about a fairly predictable subject I suppose.

I'm going to have a little moan about the 2012 Olympic budget figures. Now I know there are some out there who think it's a typical British reaction to jump right in with a moan about any sort of big project as soon as it's price goes up, prices always go up right?
You have to expect an increase in the budget of these things right?
The budgets we hear at the beginning of a project can't possibly take changes into consideration can they?

What nonsense. From the announcement of our successful bid for the games, when a budget of £2.4bn, the cost has now risen to a massive £9.35bn, almost quadrupling!

In what sort of lala land is it acceptable for this sort of bare-faced bullshit to take place? Ours apparently.

Are we actually being told that the 2012 Olympics being held in London is a good thing at any cost? If this is the case, could we not have been given an honest budget figure in the first place and allowed to make that decision for ourselves?

I've been in the pro-bid camp all along in so far as the games can shine a very positive light on what I happen to think is the greatest city in the world.

I just wish we could find a way to have this, and most other big build projects that are undertaken these days, managed and budgeted with something resembling a degree of honesty and integrity.
Instead we are treated like some confused granny being fleeced by a dodgy builder, who keeps putting his quote price up once he's already got your roof off.

That's Gratitude For You.....

It's been announced, once again, that Nurses annual pay increases will be lower than the rate of inflation. They are to receive a total increase of 2.5% on the year, which compares to a 4.2% inflation rate. Effectively a pay cut.

It seems to me that all my life I've heard the same story, yet nobody in government, regardless of their political colour, (what little difference there is these days) makes any effort to do anything about it.

Why exactly do we as a nation sit back and let the people who work tirelessly to heal us, be treated this way, whilst successive administrations vote themselves ever bigger pay increases?

Are we really that ungrateful?

One Last Blast From NTHELL.....

Yes, they've managed it. In spite of passing their number-one rated anti-customer service organisation off to someone else, (celebrity facial-hair-wearer Richard Branson), good old NTL have managed to do us all up the proverbial just one more time.
As some of you will already know, Branson's megalomaniac company Virgin has taken over NTL now, and first day of Virgin Media being the new boss, and their little dispute with SKY means customers lose a whole bunch of the TV channels from their screen. Fear not though, in true NTL style, Virgin Media don't of course see this as not giving us something we're already paying for, these were 'free' channels of course.

A bit like you going along to a pop concert, but when you get there, there's no lights, but you can't moan, you're paying for the music right? The light show was free wasn't it?

You'll be pleased to hear I'm moving house soon, and therefore finally consigning my cable subscription to history. No more moans about customer service nightmares......... but then I'm moving to SKY, so watch this space.....

Nanny Strikes Again......

Good to see yet another small piece of personal freedom being eaten away this week as Nanny decides we now need stricter enforcement on mobile phone use in cars.

It sickens me to see all these evangelical police morons wheeled out in television interviews, telling us very sternly how very dangerous it is to use your mobile whilst in motion. The radio ad campaign focuses on telling us how dangerous it is to do two things at once....what? Like listening to a dumb-arsed radio ad and driving at the same time you mean?

What next I wonder? Banning passengers in case they distract you by talking? And what about smoking? Picking one's nose? Eating a chocolate bar? (as I incidentally watched a fine officer of the law doing whilst driving in heavy traffic on the A3 yesterday).

Yes, all these things are a little more dangerous than giving driving your 100% attention, but no-one except those who passed their driving test in the last three days actually does that!

How about the government and their chief tax collectors, the boys in blue, get off our case for a change and stop coming up with new ways to criminalize the population?

Fascism seems to have stopped sneaking in the back door these days and comes along through the front, bold as brass, and announcing it's arrival with TV and radio advertising Her Goebbels would have killed for in his propaganda ministry.

I Dont Know Where It Goes....

Time just slips by; I can't believe it's been over two weeks since I posted last. Frankly it's a good job nobody's reading this, otherwise you'd be most disappointed with my productivity levels.

So, what's happening in the world? Well, I've learned a few things in the last couple of weeks...

1, Little Miss Sunshine is not, in fact a lame chick flick as you might imagine, but is in fact highly entertaining. I apologise to the producers and my other half for my very man-like assumption before seeing the movie.

2, In spite of NTL's aim to be the worlds worst customer service organisation, they are still topped by that old faithful, any railway (in this case South West Trains) employee. Special mention goes out to the miserable bastards at Walton on Thames station, who on a daily basis manage to demonstrate all the charm and personality of a concentration camp guard, in spite of all being in apparently good health, employed, and not with a great deal to be pissed off about in life.

3, No matter how old you get some of the very best things in life can still get even better.

4, Tinned fruit smoothies are awesome!

5, I accept that Windows new MediaCentre is quite sexy but IE7 is the spawn of the devil and another step towards Gates attempt at world domination.

6, If someone doesn't assassinate Ken Livingstone, we'll have congestion charging out as far as Heathrow by the end of 2007. One of the thankfully few things I shared with Maggie Thatcher is a sometimes irrational, yet always powerful dislike of this odious little man and everything he touches.

That's it for now, but it is only Sunday afternoon, there's plenty of time for me to find something to moan about yet this weekend.

Just One More Thing....

I was looking for a picture to illustrate the last post, and whilst searching for a suitable 'CHAV' image, stumbled across this which I have to share with the rest of the world. Apologies to any non-Brits who may not get this one, ask a Brit friend, they'll explain.

Absolutely priceless.....

Life Imitating Art....

I saw a comedy sketch a while ago, in which an irritating man on a train goes through his entire mobile phone book, telling each of his friends the same banal story of his day, far too loudly, and to the annoyance of fellow passengers.

I have to admit, I thought it was a bit over the top, as I'm one of those people who things that, as long as you're maintaining a respectable (i.e. normal conversational level) volume, talking on the phone on a train does not deserve the sneers of others, or the placing of those annoying little window stickers declaring this to be a 'quiet zone'.

Just because the little Nazi's who like to rule the lives of others have found a new thing to moan about, it doesn't make you a criminal if you'd like to tell your partner you're on the way home from work, or need a lift from the station for fucks sake.

That said, I was shocked to find myself sitting next to a classic CHAV on the train yesterday who proceeded to do exactly as the man in the sketch did, informing all of us at full volume, at least three times, all about the frankly boring events of his weekend, including a less than veiled reference to his own sexual conquests.

So to the baseball-cap wearing, shell-suited fucktard on the train from Waterloo to Basingstoke, thanks for giving the anti-freedom Nazi's of South-West Trains an excuse to try to ban yet another normal activity. Twat.

More From The Nice People At NTL........

Yet again I find myself apologising for my lack of productivity in the blog department. In my defence, I'm actually starting to get a lot busier in the world of work these days, a concept I would not have even been able to contemplate some months ago!

Today's piece marks a return to one of my favourite topics, for ranting, and one of my least favourite organisations, you guessed it, good old NTL.

Latest in their catalogue of ways to prove they could not perform any amount of customer service if their collective balls were placed in a vice, and the level to which it was being tightened depended upon it, comes from a friend of mine who was due to have their services connected at his new home earlier this month. He received his little text message reminder the day before installation was due, and on the long awaited day, we sat eagerly awaiting the wonderful ability to once again connect to the world outside his flat.
And we waited.
And waited.
And waited.
We gave up waiting, and called those wonderful people at NTL for an update. Well didn't we chuckle when it was explained that the appointment had been cancelled, and rescheduled for another date, IN FIVE WEEKS TIME!!
Really? By whom exactly? Some faffing about, a little more time with the holding music, and some traditional buck-passing ensued before we were informed that, they did not know who had changed the date for installation.
Ok, my friend, being far more patient than I, (I would have reached down the phone and ripped out the persons heart by now had it been physically possible, as we all know that employees of this company deserve to die horribly) asks how soon this error can be rectified, as they had at least accepted it was not him that cancelled the appointment......

Not until the date in five weeks time, as this was the earliest available slot he was told.

He has since had tv/telephone and broadband installed within a week via SKY & BT, it took him all of 30 seconds on the phone to NTL to explain why he wished to withdraw from the planned agreement, and he was dealt with by someone who had obviously dealt with many such cancellations.

Do these wankers really think that we are so stupid that when they change the company name to Virgin Media soon we will assume all is now well and they will become a glorious example of the best in customer service?

Mr Branson, pull out of this deal now, or risk being associated with a company with a worse record in customer relations than the manufacturers of Zyklon B.

Roll Out The Barrel...

There was disappointment in Branscombe, Devon this week when only two contestants turned up for the 51st annual barrel rolling contest. Recent police attempts to cordon off the town are said to have caused the low turn-out. A spokesman has said that the 1st prize of 50 BMW motorcycles is likely to instead be donated to 'local good causes'.

On Second Thoughts....

It's no great secret to anyone who knows me, that in about three years or so I'm intending to head round the world to Melbourne to live, the home of my fiancée’s parents, and a fair number of our friends. From time to time though, I have to admit to having some concerns about such a move. Two occasions for concern have appeared in the news today.

Flagging Patriotism...
First is the report that organisers of Big Day Out, Australia's Sydney based but nationwide series of rock concerts, have urged those attending not to bring national flags along, on the grounds that it may incite racial tension. Quite rightly, many are up in arms at this attempt to prevent people demonstrating their allegiance to their home nation, by pandering to the growing number of whinging aussies who, sadly like some of our own whinging poms, think that respecting the wishes of every race or nation other than ones own is the only way to avoid conflict.
One keen advocate of the aussies right to wave their flag is Prime Minister John "Australia for USA Membership" Howard, as he should be. One has to laugh though, at his Bush-like ability to say the wrong thing, whilst doing the right thing. He is quoted as saying...

"The event organisers should not ram their peculiar political views down the throats of young Australians who are only interested in a good day out."

Does this mean, I wonder that he's changed his nation's draconian views on recreational drug use by 'young Australians who are only interested in a good day out'? Or is he still happy to allow his government to ram that particular peculiar political view down their throats?

One Step Closer to Australia USA...
One less trivial, and frankly more disturbing story also in the news today is that of Allen Jasson below...

From BBC News
Flight ban for anti-Bush T-shirt
A passenger barred from a Qantas airlines flight for wearing a T-shirt depicting US President George Bush as a terrorist has threatened legal action. Allen Jasson said he was sticking up for the principle of free speech by challenging the decision by the Australian flag carrier. Mr Jasson was stopped as he was about to board the flight from Melbourne to London last Friday. Qantas said the T-shirt had potential to offend other passengers. The T-shift features an image of President George W Bush, along with the slogan "World's Number One Terrorist".

Since when does the operator of an airline get to set itself up as defender of the public’s sensibilities? Where do we go from here? Perhaps the wearing of a pair of Union Jack shorts on the flight home from another pointless England cricket tour will be banned in case it offends one of the many nations we've upset over the years? Or that "I Love Australia" t-shirt you bought from the airport before heading home will be forcibly removed before you fly on the off chance that a delegation from an Aboriginal rights group might be on the same flight?

Airline travel is becoming more and more irritating of late, on the back of this insane fear of anyone with a long beard, a tan, and an unusual hat. Can anyone not see that some of these measures, introduced in the name of 'security' are sometimes not only ridiculous, but in instances like this, also bordering on the fascist?

What I've seen of Melbourne in the little time I've spent there, I've liked enough to be happy to call home with my fiancée at some point in the future, but I'm beginning to think it's going to seem a little more like moving to Alabama than Australia.

Big Brother Shite-Fest Shocker....

I'm in a difficult situation when it comes to the current fuss over Channel 4's shite-fest, Celebrity Big Brother.
It will come as no massive surprise to you, but I'm definitely of the mind that this sort of pointless tripe is yet another reason to get off one's arse and find a hobby rather than turn on the tv.

However, I have to of course bow to the fact that this latest excuse for un-important 'celebrities' to spread their mediocrity to a greater audience is very much in the news at the moment. This brings me to my dilemma, for I find myself wishing to comment on the programmes un-invited presence in my consciousness, (rather like an irritating zit, you know you ought not to pick at), even though I still refuse to watch the damn thing.

Therefore you will have to excuse me if I comment, without having had first hand experience of the alleged racism that I'm told is permeating the show currently.

We live in a country where racism is illegal. So correct me if I'm wrong, but if someone's broken the law, is there not justification for PC Do-gooder to go into this little nest of has-beens and question or possibly arrest someone? Or at the very least insist the accused/victims be removed immediately and questioned?

The alternative is that no illegality has occurred, and we are just witnessing some form of mass hysteria over the completely unimportant mockney ramblings of a fat girl from Essex with delusions of relevance, and the equally unimportant hurt feelings of a spoilt little rich girl from India too stupid to realise that she'd get more than just an increase in her fame levels amongst non-Asian audiences by being short-sighted enough to agree to come on this bloody show.

Twenty odd MPs have signed something or other, the Chancellor's visit to India is, in the words of the BBC 'overshadowed', half the nation is up in arms, and most of the nations press would not hold the front page for a royal death if it happened right now, just on the off chance that Miss Piggy or the Bollywood Bore might have another little tiff.

Wankers.

Slow News Day.....

From the BBC
Misbah Mother Drops Custody Claim

The mother of schoolgirl Misbah Rana has dropped her claim for custody of her daughter, the Supreme Court in Pakistan has heard.
The 12-year-old, also known as Molly Campbell, left Scotland without her mother's consent last August to be with her father, Sajad Rana.
Misbah's mother, Louise Campbell, had interim custody of her daughter.
The court in Islamabad had been expected to make a ruling on whether Misbah should return to the UK.

Can you believe I switched on BBC News 24 this morning to find this piece of un-interesting, completely insignificant information was the 'NEWS' that filled fully the first ten minutes of the BBC news broadcast?

With all the conflict, suffering and problems that goes on in the world today, and every day, that was the best the world's premiere news service could come up with. If it carries on like this I'll be forced to tune in to CNN, where 'World News' traditionally means anything to do with the USA.

Need A Little More Time?

I'd never have put myself down as a true lover of sleep. Some people have a real love affair going on with their bed, they just can't get enough zzzz's in their life. For them, paradise is all about long lie-ins, fluffy duvets and pillows.
Whilst I can appreciate the recovery benefits, sleep was always just a way to waste a third of your life in my book. One of the big fringe benefits of becoming a recreational drug user when I first signed up for the 'class A team', was the fact that I could fit in lots more stuff in all that wasted time when most of the world is sleeping.
Party all night, dance all night, read, watch tv, study, work or play, it's all extra time you get to fill with life's distractions and diversions. Ok, nature never entirely lets you get something for nothing, you do need to put in a few more hours on your back monday to friday if you party the whole weekend away. But in true Brit style, if you do it right, you can easily 'nick a bit'.

Going entirely without sleep just one night a week, could give you almost a whole extra day of life a month, or a massive two years and four months if you spread it over a whole lifetime of around 70 years! Just think what you could do with all that time.

Me? I like to make use of my extra time awake by sitting and writing stuff like this at 2am.

Well I never said you had to use the time wisely.

Death By Stupidity....

It's heartbreaking to see the beautiful face of five year old Ellie Lawrenson on the news at the moment. The poor innocent victim, not of a dangerous animal, but of a group of idiotic adults who did not have enough common sense to know that a pit bull should not be anywhere near a tiny defenceless human being.

There's no real point to thinking of punishing those supposedly 'responsible', though frankly responsibility is the last thing any of them has demonstrated. Ellies uncle will be tormented by this for life, as will her parents. On an individual level, that's almost certainly punishment enough.

Perhaps authorities should declare that from this point forward, a similar occurrence will lead to a mandatory jail term for the dog owners, and any adult allowing such a dog to be in the same house as a child. Though I doubt it would deter the morons who think there is any reason on earth to have such dangerous animals as pets. Only the death of a child close to them might do that.

There used to be an old saying, "You need a license to own a dog, but they let any bloody idiot have children".

Rest in peace little Ellie.

Here We Go Again....

Rarely can I remember having entered into a fresh new year with such high spirits. Now whether this is caused by residual traces of the New Years Eve party stimulations, or a genuine reflection of my state of mind, only time will tell, but on the first 'proper' day of 2007, (the 1st never counts, if you didn't sleep the night before, it still officially counts as being the NYE party of course) I feel pretty good.

As you'd expect from me, sharing my thoughts with you has been somewhat lacking over the last few weeks. It's not that I had nothing to say, but with the party season in full flight, I had plenty of opportunity to fall back on my original audience of friends and unfortunate bystanders, who fell victim to my rants and general oratorical fatuity (finally got round to using that one). So you out there in the wide world had to do without me for a while. I'm sure you survived ok.

So in the spirit of randomness, here are a few points that are bouncing around my mind as the new year begins.

Being in love is still far and away the best thing in the world. If you are, cherish it with every breath in your body, if you are not, you will know when you are by the way every other thing becomes insignificant in loves presence.

You get to chose your own friends. If you look around and find you are unhappy with them, it's your own fault. Either be prepared to deal with it, or move on. Some will prove to be worth every bit of effort, some will not, but you must decide which is which for yourself. Don't assume that every relationship will work, or continue to muddle through blindly when they do not. Sometimes you do have to let go.

Never underestimate the power of family relationships to still hurt, long after you thought you'd 'dealt' with them. Realising how much you still love your mum and dad, even if you'd convinced yourself that you'd never get along, is a shockingly powerful thing. Don't leave it too long to figure that out.

Mince pies are still one of the best things about Christmas. Religious nonsense is still the worst.

Watch "An Inconvenient Truth". If you don't come away from it with a desire to change things around you, take a long look at yourself. You are part of the problem.

I don't care if CSI is overly glamourised nonsense, it's great tv, but I wish they'd stop buggering about with torches in dark rooms and turn the bloody lights on!

House parties are still a far better option than clubbing on New Years Eve.

Life is still good.

And On Top Of That....

The bloody bureaucracy in the country is mind-numbing. My fiancée and I have set a date for our wedding, yet due to the mountain of red tape involved as she is from New Zealand, and I'm from England, we are not yet able to confirm the registrar.
So her plans for what should be the best day of every girls life are on hold, with a completely un-necessary stressful cloud hanging over them.

All this in spite of the fact that she's lived, worked and paid taxes here for four years, her Grand-parents were from the UK, we've lived together for three years, and her country has a Union bloody Jack in the corner of their flag.

Perhaps I should tell them she's from Rumania or Poland........

About As Welcome As A Fart In An Airplane.....

Flatulence leads to US Jet Divert
An American Airlines plane made an emergency landing in Nashville after passengers reported the smell of sulphur from burning matches.
The matches were found on the seat of a woman who had attempted to conceal the odour of flatulence with the matches, Nashville airport authorities said.
All 99 passengers and five crew left the plane while it was searched.
The woman was questioned by the FBI but released without charge and allowed to board another American Airlines flight.
"It was determined that she was trying to conceal body odour," said Lynne Lowrance of the Nashville Airport Authority.
She had "no malicious intent but had struck matches which is against [Transport Security Administration] rules," Ms Lowrance said.
The unidentified woman had an unspecified medical condition, Associated Press news agency said.
She was carrying safety matches, which the TSA allows in carry-on luggage.
The matches are not allowed to be struck, however.

The FBI called out because someone farted and lit a match. Good to see those US tax dollars are all going to good use as ever.

A Fond Farewell.....

Toinght is Knowwhere night. Anyone who knows me, will know how important a night that is to me, and how important those Knowwhere nights have been over the years.

Tonight, however, is a special Knowwhere night. It is my last as a promoter.

After an incredible five years on London's club scene, five years of meeting the most amazing people, five years of parties, dancing, fun and entertainment, it's time to call it a night.

It really has been the best five years of my life so far, and I'd like to use my own little bit of webspace here to just say 'thank you' to everyone who's made it so special for me. In particular I want to thank my great friends Pablo & Anthony Dean. Two of the best people on the planet.

I love you both guys. Thank You.

Yes, Of Course, It's All Our Fault....

From The BBC

Blair 'sorrow' over slave trade

Prime Minister Tony Blair has said he feels "deep sorrow" for Britain's role in the slave trade.

In an article for the New Nation newspaper, the prime minister said it had been "profoundly shameful".

But Mr Blair stopped short of issuing a full apology, which some commentators have demanded.

The government is reportedly setting out its plans for next year's bicentenary of the abolition of the slave trade.

Esther Stanford, of the Pan African Reparation Coalition, said all countries that had ever been involved in slavery should give a full apology.

"An apology is just the start - words mean nothing," she told BBC News.

"We're talking about an apology of substance which would then be followed by various reparative measures including financial compensation."

The whole idea of anyone apologising for the actions of long dead fellow countrymen is frankly the most wishy washy pile of shite in a whole world that talks too much and acts too little.

How the hell is it even a consideration that those of us now alive should be in any way responsible for the actions of those long dead?

And how is it that Esther Stanford can believe that she can do anything but harm to African causes by demanding that nations that were historically involved in slavery, should make reparations? Where does this rediculously misguided woman think this should end?
Perhaps With Egypt paying reparations to the Israelites? Or with Italians paying reperations to Britons, Gauls and Germans for what the Romans did? I assume that any 'reparations' would of course, once paid, be buried alongside the long dead victims? I'm sure she doesn't intend for anyone alive, and therefore not actually a victim of slavery, to actually make a profit from it?

Or perhaps the people who feel these issues deserve their time and attention should consider getting off their respective arses and spend that time and attention on helping their fellow man that are suffering in one way or another in the world, right here and right now?