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Wednesday, September 27

Alright?

Um...court was interesting. Although since it was almost a week ago now that I attended, my memory of the event is somewhat diluted (Thedacs-speak for 'Can't remember a bloody thing').

What's ahppening in the world then?

A mass mutual masturbation session is happening in Manchester and in the pages of the Guardian, as the Labour Party hold their annual snore-a-thon, sorry, conference.

Spack-face Brown is ready to inherent the leadership, Blair has given his final speech and all those who can't stand the wanker are duly applauding his final speech 'cos they're hypocritical fuckers. Or maybe they're just polite.

Richard Beardy Branson pledges billions to tackle climate change and mouths off about needing greener fuels. Smashing up all your planes with a pickaxe might go a lot further to tackling climate change Rich.

Richard Hammond survives 300mph crash, media fill a few days with pointless hand-wringing over entertainment-not-worth-a-life wailing into a void of public indifference. Public mostly just glad that Hammond ok.

Bush gets to look like even more of a plum by condemning leaked reports that suggest invading Iraq has increased the cause of terrorism.

Ipswich climb up the Championship table, MK Dons keep their high position in League Two.

The money has rapidly disappeared, depression hangs heavy over thedacs household, it gets dark outside not long after 7pm now, all the gear has gone up in a puff of smoke and the washing up seems to be on a continuous and never ending cycle in the kitchen.

We're still here though...

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