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| FamilialsArgh.
The Witch of Endor rang, we're not sure why, probably just
out of evil. Cue frantic call to uncle M to get him to check D is ok,
because, well, something might have happened that she'd get informed
about first, though god knows what, considering that his care team are
very aware of his and his brothers' opinions on their aunt. Namely,
that she burned all her bridges many years ago and should be left to be
evil and ancient by herself. The fact that their sisters are somewhat
less realistic about their aunts was what led to the Unholy Rows and
Huge Feuds when Granny died. At least there's now only one of them to
deal with.
I don't know why she ever phones any of us. D doesn't
answer, M is outright rude to her, and my dad says 'Mmm' a lot and then
hangs up. And the off spring of the last two actively avoid speaking to
her in a way normally associated with severe Anthrophobia...
On
the upside, the associated ranting segued into M and Ruth coming up
with ever more twisted and inventive ways to convince our mother that we've
destroyed the house when she gets back from Scotland. I will never stop
being amazed that my grandparents, various neighbours, teachers and
Scout leaders didn't kill both Daddy and M long before they finished
primary school. M's the less inventive one...
Luckily
there is no easily accessible joke shop. And while the local fire crews
are warped, they are not sufficiently warped to park outside our house
at midnight just to freak out my mother. Probably. I hope.
Oh well, pretty pictures:
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| Hmm.
I have treacle sandwiches and a mug of tea.
This
is one of those moments where I realize how bad an idea it probably is
to allow your children to be fed by a man of Yorkshire descent at any
point in their lives...
And I have done no work, but developed an addiction to Cold War spy thrillers with Alec Guinness in them. Productive, I am.
But
I did survive the conference paper and a grilling from David Beddington
after and didn't spill my wine over Keith Robbins at the council
reception thing, which was an achievement, frankly, since I was
drenched and freezing and somewhat startled by the announcer for the
Provost's speech and jumped like a rabbit. And Glasgow I think may be
very pretty when its not drenched in rain and ominous clouds. Being as
it didn't dry up until Paisley on the way home, I can't tell. Nice
architecture though.
And the route from Stranraer to Ayr/Glasgow
is gorgeous, both the train and the coast road. I mean, really
spectacular. I think I'm in love.
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| Dear Gordon BrownIt may have escaped your notice, but the last time the UK had internment without charge or trial, it didn't work.
And at least in that case, the country was pretty much on fire. I can
see how it could look like a good idea at the time. Even so, it was
really stupid and, I say again, didn't work, and in fact is generally considered to have made things worse.
Please do keep that in mind, as you try to defend your policy by bringing up the Troubles.
P.S. The way you kept bringing up the Troubles at your press conference? Really fucking offensive.
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| Argh iPlayerIts easier to make things available for download than to stream them.
We all know this. Stop talking crap and put the file up already.
Also, you shouldn't be streaming media anyway because IT DOESN'T BLOODY WORK PROPERLY.
Tell
you what, I'll stop sending you bitchy feedback when you start
employing people who can actually programme and run a server
competently.
Also, enough with the yanking HIGNFY ep2. I
wanted to watch that. So Hislop said something he wasn't supposed to.
Its not a live show, and you let it air in the first place, so you
don't get to go all wet and steal my download, thank you very much.
Breach of contract much?
/end ranting.
Seriously, were there monkeys? What? | | |
| Oh Radio4I love Radio 4. In between being incredibly rubbish - see the unmitigated horror that is Saturday Live,
or the patronising car crash that replaced the Sunday children's serial
(since when was hyperactive twittery a replacement for all the Dido books dramatised anyway?) - they do wonderous fabulous things.
Like a 45 minute special on Withnail and I*.
I do so love the random series that have clearly come about as a result
of someone going, 'You know what would be really cool?'
Also I have an undying love for the entire Withnail and I cast.
Especially Paul McGann and Richard E Grant relating the terrible tales
of their first proper jobs. The poor men. Talk about a crash course in
film-making.
And of course, nothing will ever be as wonderful as the Today
show. Even when Eddie Muir is losing the plot completely, and rambling
vaguely about whatever comes to mind in an attempt to regain his place
in the script.
Victoria Square - sun & rain. 
*This also enabled me to finally place Guy Flanagan from Being Human's
accent. He's either from the same end of Liverpool as McGann, or he's
taking him off really well. I've been trying to figure out who he
reminded me of for ages. | | |
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