Listening to Level 42? Can’t possibly be… I just saw it on a newsgroup and downloaded it out of curiosity - um, I was never confused! Put your hands in the air, Wembley!
Irony, yes, that’s it. I was listening to it ironically.
Wishing for things past is not healthy, nor is it likely to be productive, but it doesn’t stop nevertheless.
I’ve often thanked my lucky stars that my work doesn’t have people’s lives depending on it. OK, if I screw up, a newspaper or a magazine might miss its deadline, but in the scale of things, it’s not too bad. If I was working on the Airbus software or something, it would be different. Today, I think, the Minardi F1 programmers will be getting a right royal bollocking because their cars managed all of 100 metres or so before conking out. It doesn’t get any more embarrassing.
Talking of F1, I’m still watching the closing stages of the race in Barcelona and no bugger has managed a pass on the track at all. It’s all about putting different levels of fuel on board and caning it when you’ve got a clear track ahead of you. What we have is time trial with knobs on, no more. Add to that the element of a 2 hour endurance race because of the new engine regs, and really it’s only appealing to the real motorsport anoraks. There’s not much of a spectacle to be fair. How the Cart Fedex series managed to have 10 different winners in 11 races or whatever it was, is obviously a mystery to old Max and the rest of the FIA.
Well, we’ll see how we do with David Howarth as our M.P.. It’s the first time I’ve had a poster in my window and I wasn’t alone, there were loads in the neighbourhood. Of course the anti-war sentiment was a great part of many people’s dissatisfaction with dear old Tony, but I’m hoping that enough folks will support the other policies to make it stick next time around. It doesn’t feel purely like a protest vote, but who knows?
Maybe a lot is riding on how he does as a constituency M.P. too, but maybe not. It seems with our half-arsed electoral system, local representation has little to do with the performance of the individual we elect and more to do with the way a national organisation handles its P.R. It’s a shame. Mind you, Anne Campbell, despite her opposition to the war, alienated quite a few of her constituents by going back on the promise to vote against tuition fees.
I promised myself this wouldn’t turn into a political blog, and it won’t. But this is the day after a general election after all. It’s all just about worth it, purely for Peter Snow’s antics.
Killed three more of the green bastards today, but I got a big old scratch on the arm from one of them. Feckers.
Putting up a new blind in the study and I’m prepared to concede that the cheapo drill I got from B&Q might have been a bit of a false economy. Bloody chuck lets the bit go when you put it on hammer. Arse.
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