thursday and mean
Strangely in a foul mood today. The hangover and the late shift doesn’t help I suppose. Two chaps’ leaving efforts today mean beerage is already in effect and I’m not there. Arse.
space biscuits
Remember the spooky face on mars? Proving that the ancient Egyptians had mastered interplanetary travel, or something? Now they’ve discovered a far more sinister monument: the happy face crater. Proving that biscuits are from space.
And I know you don’t need this link but I can’t not mention the beloved nice cup of tea and a sit down.
a great day
It’s a great day for Tony, since Saddam’s sons have been killed. Some 14-year old boy and another bloke were also killed by the dozen or so anti-tank missiles. So it goes.
Parading pictures of their corpses on TV? Acceptable? Of course. On this topic the BBC employed some excellent self-censorship. If you looked (as Al M did) this afternoon, the BBC’s report included this crass quote:
“But the BBC’s diplomatic editor, Brian Hanrahan, says Iraqis are used to seeing dead bodies – not least when a regime is toppled.”
From the diplomatic editor no less. Oddly enough now at 8pm the text has been completely edited out. Only Google still remembers (for a short while).
balls
It’s worth reading pink balls for Al’s updates, especially the new Sinn Fein online store…
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