November 14, 2007

Oh. Well. Anyway.

November 14, 2007

A quick poll: Who, outside of our Fancy London brethren (who are of course able to join in, if they care to) gives a flying fuck who becomes the next mayor (small m) of London?

Today, child-porn-but-doesn't-wank-over-it Chris Langham got free in time for Christmas (and do doubt his DVD "releases" - whooooops!).

In Bradford, meanwhile, a 47-year-old father is in court defending - while admitting - charges of putting pins through his son and daughter's lips to stop them "speaking evil".

A guy in Liverpool was shot dead last night, allegedly and/or apparently a friend of a certain notorious former gangster that I don't know at all, or any of his associates, in any way.

East Anglia faces financial meltdown because of foot and mouth and Asian flu.

Scotland is febrile, due to Alex Salmond's understandable desire to use his minority majority (I know, but it does make sense, really) to further rift the union (which I kind of agree with, frankly, although without any pretence of intelligence of the entire issue).

Wales and Scotland get free dental care and free prescriptions, too. And better cancer drugs. With no top up fees or student loans, either.

But London needs a new mayor for, erm, things they get all the money for all in the first place.

In Runcorn, two weeks ago, a two-week old baby girl died in poverty. Middlesborough is ridden with criminality. Birkenhead drips with languid vileness each day. Sheffield, too.

Birmingham, Nottingham, Leicester, Exeter, Stoke...

Our historic cities:

Historically let down by our so-called elite - made, as always, by the rest of us who fucked off to London and gave up on our home towns.

But, no.

Let's worry about London.

Because a city, and not the people beyond it, is so terribly fucking important.

November 14, 2007

If someone makes you laugh occasionally, does that make everything else all right then?

No, I don't think so either.

November 14, 2007

Veronal, noun
Hypnotic drug, also called barbital

"How's your sign language?" asked Nipper.

"Just great, and getting better all the time," said Zeds. "Last night, for instance, I only watched four hours of BBC Sign Zone."

"Lucky bastard."

"I know. And I got three hours of BBC Learning Zone, too. Which means I'm the dogs' bollocks with GCSE physics and basic photosynthesis, too."

"Ah. I see," said the buzzard, quietly. "You're going back on the Xenon tonight, aren't you?"

"Every single last fucking one of them."