May 28th, 2004



They're rolling right along with this Obesity Explosion Horror in the meeja this morning; I'm expecting that knock on the door from the extermination squad any time now...Boris Johnson and Norman Tebbit(is he still alive!?) were just talking bollocks about it,on R4, and Norman went off on a right ol' senile tangent about how it's all due to the breakdown of family life - 'women feeling they have to go out to work',etc. aided by this wicked government (that would surprise a lot of beleaguered breeders...) which is also (wait for it-) 'doing everything in its power to promote buggery'. Chortle.
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Thought For Today...

Merci, korsetspory

”For every girl who is tired of being weak when she is strong, there is a boy tired of appearing strong when he is vulnerable. for every boy who is burdened with the constant expectation of knowing everything, there is a girl who is tired of people not trusting her intelligence. for every girl who is tired of being called over-sensitive, there is a boy who fears to be gentle, to weep. for every boy whom competition is the only way to prove his masculinity, there is a girl who is called unfeminine when she competes. for every girl who throws out her e-z-bake oven, there is a boy who wishes to find one. for every boy struggling not to let advertising dictate his desires, there is a girl facing the ad industry's attacks on her self-esteem. for every girl who takes a step toward her liberation, there is a boy who finds the way to freedom a little bit easier.”

Taken from go ahead steal it and share it. x-posted cuz its that good.


Cat Crap Angst...

Wotan seems to have lost a little weight, which 'worries' the vet. That and the occasional bloody/cowfloppy stools indicate IBS. He has to go on a special diet, eating nothing  but this dry tapioca/fish concoction that costs a bloody fortune. ( Did someone say overdraft?) This is gonna be fun...Oh well, touch wood, if it is IBS, that's better than a lot of other things...He also had his nails trimmed; much squirming and hissing. Bus journey both ways unbearable; jampacked although off-time, three bloody pushchair broodmares nonchalantly getting on en masse, others standing clogging the aisle just for the sake of it, and pushing when there's no bloody place for the pushed to go to. I'd fecking move away from youse  if I could, y'know. Sodding humanity...

Eeee, glad that's done until the next time. They were giving away a giant sack of small animal bedding which someone had donated, so I tipped Renate off, and she's copped it. Yeh! 

There really seems to be an unusual lot of polis -siren activity this week. God knows, it's always busy enough.

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