You give me all your love
You give me all your kisses
And then you touch my burqua
And do not know who is it!
Heh. Who says the Germans have no sense of humour?
(h/t: Nick M.)
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This has to rank as one of the strangest reports I have read so far this year:
I find clowns deeply irritating but surely lethal force is a little excessive. Don’t they have custard pies in that part of the world? It was only a couple of weeks ago that we appeared to be in the throes of what could reasonably be described as a low-level campaign of insurrection, aimed principally (it seemed) at the various assets and agents of the surveillance state. Now, nothing. Not a word. What happened to it? One minute there were letter-bombs popping off in offices all over the country and next minute, well, as I said, nothing. Is it the case that the perpetrator(s), perhaps feeling that their point has well and truly been made, just decide to call it quits? Or is that case that brown packages are still erupting away in postrooms only we are no longer being told about it for fear of inspiring copycat attacks or general panic? Nor have been any reports anywhere about any arrests, despite the fact that we have the most comprehensive and highly-equipped security apparatus of any country in the world and a truly frightening array of “anti-terrorist” powers, agents and mechanisms. It’s almosty as if the whole episode never occured. But it did occur. We know it did. But what exactly did happen and why and who? And why has the whole story dropped off the radar like a suddenly evaporating UFO? Back in my day, the toms weren’t much to look at, but you look at these Polish birds in London these days and yer think, blimey, I’d pay money for that! – So said a London taxi cab driver the other day, starting off with what I had taken to be the preamble to an anti-immigration rant to a captive audience (me) but which turned out to be a hosanna to the value to the British gene-pool of the latest wave of mass immigration. He said because of the area he worked, he frequently picked up and delivered high class ‘courtesans’ to their place of gainful employ. Yesterday, I attended a most enjoyable Sunday lunch, with an old school friend and his wife . It began at a civilised time, 2pm, which enabled me, before departing, to hear the winner of CD Review’s pick of the best available recording of Haydn’s Symphony No. 88 on Radio 3. This delightfully sunny piece is one of my favouries, and Colin Davis and the Concertgebouw played it wonderfully. As I walked across the Thames to Vauxhall Station I took photos, in the perfect early February yet spring-like weather. The train I travelled on arrived at Vauxhall exactly when I reached the platform it stopped at, and was agreeably uncrowded. The walk from Wimbledon Station to my friend’s home was most pleasant. So I was in a good mood when I got there, and nothing happened from then on to spoil my enjoyment in any way. Anyway. One of those present was a rather rich man, and I now know how you can tell a rich man. Ask him how many houses he owns. He hesitates, and then he starts counting on his fingers. A great secret has been revealed. Personally I think it explains a lot. Brian Micklethwait is really Gully Foyle. A press release from the Association of Chief Police Officers, not surprisingly, welcomes the latest police-state measures. But it seems they were taken by surprise, too:
(Sic. Really – a direct cut-and-paste from here) The unnamed (conceivably fictitious, since no-one is offered for interview) spokes Can the Home Office not even get its news management right? A huge and complicated Bill is launched which will tear up important parts of common law, create major data-mining powers of an unprecedented nature, and create severe sanctions backed by imprisonment for people who have done nothing wrong at all if their conduct is deemed potentially helpful to criminals anywhere in the world. It was not drafted over the weekend. It is a surprise the department failed to get a Chief Constable briefed and ready to stand up to say how wonderful it is in glorious detail, complete with scary illustrative anecdote – preferably involving paedophile terrorists. ACPO are left not knowing what the Bill is called. Or how to spell what they think it might be called. Still, they are so desperate to kiss the governmental arse that something supportive is rushed out, regardless that it is gibberish. At some point current ACPO members will have sworn to uphold the law and keep the Queen’s peace. Is that not incompatible with being political lapdogs? [Thanks to PJC Journal] I happened to read a ‘house’ copy of the Daily Mail (not something I would pay good money for) whilst having lunch at Pret a Manger today and saw with some incredulity that the news seems to be dominated by some particularly ugly ‘celebrities’ I have never even heard off insulting a very attractive Bollywood star who I have indeed heard of, in the dismal ‘Big Brother’ reality TV programme. Questions in the House? Comments by the Prime Minister and Chancellor? Some of the breathless reports act as if an exchange of nuclear weapons with India is in the offing. Organs of the state threatening to get involved because of ‘racism’? Clearly someone must have put something in the water. Is this really that important? Even on its own terms the whole thing is bizarre, though it does appear that to many ‘racial equality’ means only being allowed to be a jackass to members of your own race. That does not sound very equal to me. Surely the only ‘punishment’ required for the gorgeous Shilpa Shetty’s tormentors is to be revealed as ignorant trailer-park trash to the millions of people who inexplicably watch this programme. My incredulity factor peaked later tonight however when the top story on SkyNews was the ‘Big Bruvvah racism row’. Oh what drivel, particularly when there is a real ‘human interest’ story to report on, namely the astonishing action by some Royal Marines and Army Aviation in Afghanistan. How on earth could this not be the lead news story? How cool is this? A MIG-21 available on eBay! Although it is not all that expensive, sadly I really do not have anywhere to put it. It is good that Perry has supplied us Samizdatistas with a category called How very odd! to describe our oddest postings, because how else would you describe the calculation that England are now, still, the second best test match cricket side in the world? On the other hand, England really are that bad at one day cricket. It is fair to say not many Englishmen live in the more remote parts of Russia. Thus when someone gets an e-mail from an Englishman called Tim Newman, living in Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk, who is an oil business professional discussing the Royal Dutch Shell’s operations, and there is a Tim Newman working for Shell in that part of the world, it will be one and the same person, right? Nope. Take a look at this for a real life comedy of errors. |
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