The Writing's On The Wall

This from the Guardian shows what a ridiculous situation we have arrived at. Under this great Labour government our long-cherished freedoms are under constant threat as the fuzz get more and more sweeping powers unfettered, it seems, by any resemblance of control from central government. Still at least we're safe from the evil chalk-wielding hordes of terrorists thronging onto our streets encouraged, no doubt, by the new pinko Prez in the big white bog in Washington. Boy, do I feel safe!

PS - I notice that the Guardian section is called 'Comment is Free' - have they got a surprise in store.


-- Post From My iPhone

In The Vanguard of a New Trend

No sooner do I finish my last post about Twitter than I read this in the Guardian by Bobbie Johnson which crystallises very well my growing unease about this whole internet phenomenon of 'social networking'. The net is just so uncritically voracious. It inhales ephemera like it's life depended on it and perhaps it does. But does mine? Do I care what Ross or Brand think about anything. They certainly haven't earned my respect for their elegant use of the language unlike Stephen Fry whose jotting's are both well informed and erudite and leave me feeling enriched rather than debased. Do I care about the minutiae of the lives of virtual strangers in anything but the most superficial way. And if I do imbibe this tedious diet of pixellated pasta how do I avoid information constipation?

I suppose the answer is, in cybespace as in life itself (where ever that is these days), one needs to watch ones diet and not allow Ross/Brand type plaque accumulation to clog up the arteries. Eject it with a good Fry-up. Begin a new trend.

What's that then?

Blogonic irrigation.

I don't believe you wrote that.

I'll get my coat.

World May End with a Toot Rather than a Bang or a Whimper

Latest doomsday scenario comes to us via the Grauniad where we are told that some scientists believe that an expellation of methane from the Siberian seabed - a sort of global fart if you like. Now methane is 21 times more potent as a heat trap than carbon dioxide so the end result, if you'll pardon the phrase, could be a rapid early onset of extreme global warming. Methane released from the seabed is, according to the article, mostly consumed by micro-organisms but a major trump could make it into the atmosphere where it could precipitate a rapid acceleration of atmospheric warming. As apocalyptic visions go this is one of the best. The idea that this noble endeavour we call a planet could terminate with one gloriously all-enveloping fart just goes to prove my suspicion that the Supreme Being has a truly galactic sense of humour.

As a footnote it also proves that the West Virginian police who charged an individual for farting with extreme prejudice were so obviously ahead of the curve on this one.

As a verruca-note (below footnote) that charged has been er... dropped on instructions from the assistant prosecutor. Probably for lack of tangible evidence.

Ya couldn't make it up!

Something Rotten in the Milk Churn

This just in via the Guardian's Media Monkey. Squire of all that's punk and scourge of mini-Welsh popstrelle Duffy and the Queen (not necessarily in that order), John Lydon, aka Johnny Rotten, is to appear in an advertisment for Diary Crest Country Life Butter. How punk is that? Never mind Flogging a Dead Horse how about the solidified juice of a live cow?