Well the lousy artex patch that the Kitchen fitters did has gone, as we shelled out the best part of £200 to get the ceiling skimmed and coved. Looks lovely, and will look even more lovely when I get around to painting it and the end wall.
Archive for May, 2006
“Yes Robbie?” “We can’t do it, we can’t get more points than Arsenal…” “Why is that?” “Because we are Spurs, we are rubbish, West Ham are much better than us!” “Okay, fair point, let’s er, pretend to have food poisoning and get the game postponed…” “Good idea Mr Jol, sir, and if we do have to play at least we have a good excuse for being cr@p.” And so it passed, that Spurs did falter at the final hurdle and The Arsenal jumped in to fourth place, taking the final Champions’ League spot. And so the curtain closed on Highbury after all of those years, finishing off with a big celebration and the great line from that bloke who played Curly Watts “and now we are off to Ashburton Grove, but we are going to drop by in Paris to pick something up on the way”. Sweet.
At this time I have no idea about the relevance of this to the TV show, but as the game will progress over the weeks and months, it will be worth checking back. To get up to speed you can visit the unofficial Lost Experience website and catch up with some of the clues without spending hours messing about on the interweb.
Due date has come and gone… No sign of baby yet. He \ she seems to be quite content to stay put for the meantime. Moving about a lot but nothing to see here yet. Bags are packed and waiting at the door, baby seat is installed and ready, even the kitchen is nearly done, we are just short of an actual baby!
As Daxus prepares to execute his master plan by unleashing a weapon that will restore order, the weapon itself if stolen by an agent of the Hemophages, the deadly and partially undressed Violet (scifi regular Milla Jovovich ). However, Violet soon discovers that the weapon is not quite what was expected, and is in fact a little boy, who holds the key to the Vicecardinum’s end game. (more…)
Interestingly, with the introduction of RFID (Radio Frequency Identification) tags in to passenger tickets at many airports, screens like this can present customised information to the user based on nationality, journey plan, previous trips and spend profile, which is frighteningly close to the scene in Minority Report where Tom walks down the corridor and is bombarded by personalised adverts. Of course airports are already using biometrics to track passengers. Face identification is under test at Heathrow Airport, and Schiphol Airport allows frequent flyers to bypass security using retinal scanning. With the increasing demand for identity tracking in public places, many of the gadgets and gizmos we’ve seen in recent scifi movies are here for real or on their way.
Ok to be fair he has managed to get Middlesborough to the UEFA cup final and I genuinely hope that he can take England somewhere, but I was just hoping for someone with a little more savvy. We need someone who has the tactical experience to match our team’s abilities, and there is little I have seen from his club resume to suggest that he can turn our prima donnas in to a coherent, successful national side. Good luck to him, the English England manager. “Hello, we were expecting the cheque for the balance on the kitchen” “Were you? But we are still waiting for the fridge?” “Yes, but can you send the cheque in the meantime?” “Er, no, fit our fridge and you can have your cheque.” And strangely, after waiting weeks for the NEFF fridge, it arrives next day. So finally we have the kitchen furniture finished. Ceiling gets skimmed on tuesday and the floor is coming the week after. Nearly there…
The multi-billionaire clearly intends to buy his own planet and is running short of ideas on how to milk the Star Wars fans any further because according to SciFi.com, the original movies are being released on DVD for a limited time, up until Christmas. It will be nice to see these classic versions again, without the subsequent jiggery-pokery, in particular the whole Han \ Greedo shootout, which spoils the Special Edition of Episode IV for me.
It seems to me to be perfect sense to act like a model citizen if you are in the public eye, and yet it would seem to me that the only people who actually aspire to being politicians are the perverted, drunken, drug-addict or incompetent minority of the country who are the very last people on the planet that we would actually want to have any power at all, let alone to decide on our behalf how the country should be run. Perhaps there should be some sort of entrance exam to becoming a politician; Are you any of the following: alcoholic, pervert, junkie, bigot, easily led? If you ticked one of these then you cannot be a politician. If you ticked more than one then move directly to Parliament… I just don’t understand why politicians don’t accept that their position comes at a price, to put aside their personality quirks and act in the best interests of the people that they represent. And if they fall by the wayside through indiscretions (cough Prescott) or sheer incompetence (cough cough Clarke) then they should be made to step aside and let someone with greater commitment to the needs of the country to have a pop at screwing up. However, perhaps I am being a little mean. Was it Lord Acton who said Power tends to corrupt? Perhaps these people began as honest, hardworking people with a genuine drive to make Britain a better place, and that it is simply the process of attaining, wielding and abusing power that they creep slowly towards the dark side. |
