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Marvellous. Absolutely marvellous. I'd already been texted "TURN ON SLEB BIG BROTHER NOW", been horrified by the self-inflicted ruin of the once rather fancy Pete Burns, and hastily turned off again, so I couldn't actually bring myself to watch any more, even when I heard the news. But it's still so perfect that the most despicable man on the planet* has once more demonstrated the importance he places on his work as an MP by leaving his constituents unable to contact him for up to three weeks. The only disappointment is that, even when he inevitably shows himself up on air as the smug, unscrupulous little turd he is, his loyal lackeys will just claim that whoever's editing the shows is part of the conspiracy against him.
Meanwhile, a politician I once respected, Wee Charlie Kennedy, makes himself look like as mendacious a toad as all the rest by revealing his past denials of a 'drink problem' as untrue. Furthermore, by even describing it as a 'drink problem' he plays to the neo-puritans, when he should be reminding people that the two best Prime Ministers of the last century enjoyed more than the odd tipple.
(And in other neo-puritan news, they can always find something else to ban, can't they? I'm sure there are some khat addicts. Boo hoo. They're the equivalent of the sad individuals who spend all day every day sat in your local old man pub, the answer to whom is not to ban alcohol)
Oh yeah, and in an effort to distract myself from all this, plus the horror of the return to work, I seek solace in the freebox. But this being January, it's all Richard Ashcroft singles and books with titles like Diet Your Way To Love In A Tidier Home Career. A particular highlight is Japanese Women Don't Get Old or Fat, presumably part of the same thoroughly-researched series as the bestselling The French Don't Die.
Anyway, apart from dealing with things which make me wonder how best to destroy the world, I've also been to a rare London appearance by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wardytron. Cunningly, he announced it in the midst of his usual LJ rambles, meaning that only those who weren't skimming him would have the pleasure of his company. Or at least, I think I'll parse it that way, for all our sakes. En route, I went through my annual ritual of taking a quick look at the H&M sale. But what's this? Aside from the usual stack of 'things which would look good on boys I know but just aren't me', there's a shirt I actually like! Except...the L is far too small for me. No, not around the middle (you think I'd be posting about that?) - across the chest and shoulders, in the length of the arms, it makes me look like Bruce Banner when he's beginning to get a bit miffed. And I'm not that manly. Sort your sizes, you tarts!
*You know how Al Jazeera isn't a terrorist mouthpiece but an independent news source, and Dubya's mutterings about bombing it were bang out of order? Just look at the unbiased lack of editorialising in the intro "George Galloway's historic speech, which could change the face of British politics for ever, is given in its entirety below."
Meanwhile, a politician I once respected, Wee Charlie Kennedy, makes himself look like as mendacious a toad as all the rest by revealing his past denials of a 'drink problem' as untrue. Furthermore, by even describing it as a 'drink problem' he plays to the neo-puritans, when he should be reminding people that the two best Prime Ministers of the last century enjoyed more than the odd tipple.
(And in other neo-puritan news, they can always find something else to ban, can't they? I'm sure there are some khat addicts. Boo hoo. They're the equivalent of the sad individuals who spend all day every day sat in your local old man pub, the answer to whom is not to ban alcohol)
Oh yeah, and in an effort to distract myself from all this, plus the horror of the return to work, I seek solace in the freebox. But this being January, it's all Richard Ashcroft singles and books with titles like Diet Your Way To Love In A Tidier Home Career. A particular highlight is Japanese Women Don't Get Old or Fat, presumably part of the same thoroughly-researched series as the bestselling The French Don't Die.
Anyway, apart from dealing with things which make me wonder how best to destroy the world, I've also been to a rare London appearance by
wardytron. Cunningly, he announced it in the midst of his usual LJ rambles, meaning that only those who weren't skimming him would have the pleasure of his company. Or at least, I think I'll parse it that way, for all our sakes. En route, I went through my annual ritual of taking a quick look at the H&M sale. But what's this? Aside from the usual stack of 'things which would look good on boys I know but just aren't me', there's a shirt I actually like! Except...the L is far too small for me. No, not around the middle (you think I'd be posting about that?) - across the chest and shoulders, in the length of the arms, it makes me look like Bruce Banner when he's beginning to get a bit miffed. And I'm not that manly. Sort your sizes, you tarts! *You know how Al Jazeera isn't a terrorist mouthpiece but an independent news source, and Dubya's mutterings about bombing it were bang out of order? Just look at the unbiased lack of editorialising in the intro "George Galloway's historic speech, which could change the face of British politics for ever, is given in its entirety below."
