dear readers
i’m off north for the hols. thanks for reading and writing and i look forward to much more japery next year.
a less grinch-like luddite might have drawn some holly here but then i thought ‘ah bugger it – you’re so bloody arty, you can do it yourselves’.
pip pip and have a peaceful christmas
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call me old-fashioned, but this bloke Ban Ki-moon (‘crazy name crazy guy’)… I’m going to trust him and say he’s probably not related to Sun Myung Moon (or heavenly recluse ‘the Moon’, for that matter)…but come on. he’s going to sort out the rogue states of the world and their secret nuclear programmes or whatever it is the Sec Gen of the bloody UN does (sorry incisive political comment is on the other channel, after the cricket) and he thinks he’ll accomplish this by stumbling in really rather bad english through ’santa claus is coming to town’. i have now officially seen it all.
next week: ‘when i’m 64′ duet with cherie blair to end world hunger.
what on earth are they thinking by choosing some comedian to be in charge of this otherwise credible outfit? …ah yes… ok
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well we know there ain’t none.
if you are a murdered woman in ipswich (dear God I don’t think i’d want to live there – much less get murdered there) they leave you in a ditch because they need the forensic evidence. i haven’t heard of this necessity with other ahem nicer girls who get what they deserve – i’m sorry, that should read – get strangled for no reason.
i won’t claim to be suffering to a similar degree and if i am belittling a serious subject, i’m sorry, but i too have a grievance (when do i not?) . i’ve been at the Leashold Valuation Tribunal (i said it wasn’t comparable); we live in a housing association flat part owned with Notting Hill Housing Group (formerly the charity that was Notting Hill Housing Trust) and after six years of refusing to repair the roof – or anything else for that matter – and my neighbours bringing up kids in the damp (we are fortunate in the latter), Notting Hill have decided that they will fix stuff but it will cost us £600,000. Now admittedly this is for a building of 25 flats and it’s over ten years, but these flats were sold as affordable housing, and with a guarantee, no less, against various things like damp and crap roofs. It was refurbished with alleged substantial expenditure on the roof just before we bought it. So having first being served with that bill 3 years into the life of the development was a surprise.
So the ‘professionals’ sit there lying their (rather expensive, i imagine) socks off and not batting a hair. And the lower income residents of the flats are beneath contempt – ‘a ghastly bunch’ i believe the opposition lawyer called us. And there’s a flash as the lightbulb goes on for me as ‘people who know’ are saying there actually isn’t any damp in your flat, and if there is it’s definitely your fault and it’s all down to a small pink pixie that nobody else can see and apparently sane people are nodding and saying ‘yes yes pixie’ and looking wise as they say it; and you think is this the tiniest taste of what it might be like to be anyone black confronted by the police, or a woman in court alleging rape and a lot of men shaking their heads and saying ‘how serious an allegation to make against a man’, or really anyone on the wrong end of privilege. or a woman unknown and unmourned by society, with kids and parents, ending her life with some bastard’s hands around her throat.
we’re lucky it’s just money and we can climb back into our cosy overcoat of white male (in my case) privilege – just a glimpse of another life…
and maybe that’s the one equality because in the hands of ‘experts’ we’re all just ‘a ghastly bunch’
(oh and the handle has fallen off the teapot)
bugger
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wait a minute; it’s all coming back to me now.
bloody hell, there are people still here…i guess as the feminist of size hasn’t sung yet, it ain’t over..well i might just have a bit of a sharpener..hmmm..interesting, frothy *sniffs* spar’n baileys – the new ‘in’ cocktail for the season
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhshitshitshit – lazza tried to cop off with sheila jeffreys
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