Saturday 27 December 2008

And in the news...

One from the BBC:

America's CIA has found a novel way to gain information from fickle Afghan warlords - supplying sex-enhancing drug Viagra, a US media report says.

The Washington Post said it was one of a number of enticements being used.

The pills were explained and offered. Four days later the agents returned.

"He came up to us beaming," the Post quoted an agent as saying. "He said, 'You are a great man.'

"And after that we could do whatever we wanted in his area."

The pills could put chieftains "back in an authoritative position", another official said.

Yes, that would be missionary I believe.

Above text in bold is lifted from here.

Monday 15 December 2008

Shoenobi

Did you see the Iraqi guy who threw his shoes at George Bush? You can see it on the BBC.

This guy meant business, if old Dubya hadn't of ducked he'd have got them both, right in the chops.

"This is a farewell kiss, you dog," he yelled in Arabic as he threw his shoes. "This is from the widows, the orphans and those who were killed in Iraq."

Talk about pay back. I just hope those weren't no desert sandals. I mean for widows and orphans were talking at least a steel toe cap or a heavy brogue that's just been moon walked through dog keich.

Tuesday 2 December 2008

Topical number ones

Not much to shout about in the news lately. Poor young Baby P, an investigation into the handling of the inquiry into the Home Office leaks which led to the arrest of Tory MP Damian Green and some stereotypical story about artificial intelligence and whizz kids.

Pish, pish and pish.


Otherwise there is the fall out after the terrorist attack in Mumbai. Couple of points of interest here. The changing of the name from Bombay to Mumbai. Anyone that gives it the Istanbul - Constantinople crap is slavering keich. The name was changed by the Indian government in a PR exercise because they didn't want to tempt terrorists but would rather promote childhood consumerism. Unfortunately the plan back fired, blew up in their face and more than one mum or two got pissed off with nagging bairns.

Second point is that New Delhi is giving Islamabad pelters and spoiling for a bit of a scrap, even more than usual. This took me back to my student days in the '90s when I worked in the knitwear department of a large department store on Princes Street. Bear with me, it was the first day of the January sales and the place was pandimonium. People were fighting over stuff. In one incident two asian women were fighting over a woolly jumper. Turns out it was an Indian woman against a Pakistani woman. How could I tell? They were fighting over cashmere.

Sunday 30 November 2008

There ain't no Credit Crunch fool!

Almost everyone and their assets are humped in the Credit Crunch: savings, pensions, home owners, investors, bankers essentially anyone with money.

No money? Nothing to worry about apart from still being skint, and possibly losing your job.

Only one group of investors bucked the trend and are continuing to make money.

Was it Warren Buffet?

The richest man in the world and 'his adherence to the value investing philosophy', was it hell.

Turns out, due to the rocketing price of gold the most cash savvy, astute investors have been Mr T and the Hip Hop and Rapping community of the US of A, who have now created, the Negroes World Order, kind of a cross between NWA and the New World Order. In a nut shell, that's why Obama's in.

Mr T's neck wear and jewellery excess has earned him a promotion from the A team, and enemy of the state, to the head of the US Treasury, with the rest of the remaining members taking up jobs as part of his team. The plan to get out of the current economic crisis isn't with high government spending, financial prudence and greater banking regulation. Instead Mr T and his 'aids' are welding a stove pipe to the top of a 1978 Ford pickup and will launch cabbages at anything that doesn't do as he says.

Weren't the A team just a hard bunch of hippies - no one ever died.

Using vegetables as weapons would have made even Ghandi smile, if he had the energy.

50 cent has ironically been made chairman of the US federal reserve.

Which is like making Eminem the head of a chocolate sweety company or Dr Dre head of the Medical Authorities, or Ice T head of Liptons Beveridges limited or Snoop Doggy Dog head of Hanna and Barbera...

Anyhoo, Fiddy has since started issuing coins and bills with his name and face on it, which has caused the average American a lot of confusion. Is everything worth fifty cent now? When asked this question Fiddy said "Mo' money, mo' problems, so yes."

What this blog is about

This blog is setup as a place to express writing that has a shelf life. For example, last month was Rememberance Day:

This year the poppy appeal started in Iraq 'our' second farthest war zone.

What about Afghanistan, 'our' farthest war zone? It wasn't forgotten, they're doing pretty damn well with their own poppy appeal.

Just off for a Barclays

The Killers have a new album out. Not heard it yet, but I liked the last two. Main stream stuff, though it's 'cause they're good.

I've heard the first single 'Human' from the latest LP. Simple but effective. I wonder if it's too late to change the lyrics:

Are we human?
Or are we banker?
My sign is vital
My hands are cold
And I'm on my knees
Looking for the answer
Are we human?
Or are we banker?

Will your system be alright
When you dream of home tonight?
There is no message we're receiving
Let me know is your heart still beating

Are we human?
Or are we banker?
My sign is vital
My hands are cold
And I'm on my knees
Looking for the answer
Are we human?
Or are we just a bunch of bankers?

Far more appropriate given the financial climate.

Bumps a Daisy

According to the BBC News a man in Cumbria has been accused of killing his wife, by running over her with a tractor.

Presumably he was left a 'Dear John' letter, and he then decided to run over her with his John Deere.