Oh, and I was tagged by Turboslut (you gotta love that name!), so here goes.

Four Jobs You’ve Had In Your Life
Four Movies You Could Watch Over And Over
Four Places You’ve Lived
Four TV Shows You Love To Watch
Four Places You’ve Been On Vacation
Four Blogs You Visit Daily
Four Of Your Favourite Foods
Four Places You’d Rather Be
Four Albums You Can’t Live Without
Four Vehicles You’ve Owned
Four People To Be Tagged

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I have written an impromptu Haiku because today is Holocaust Memorial Day.

We shall move ahead
Forgiveness is the best way
To honour the dead

I’m also thinking of starting a section called “Al’s Diaries” that will be based on the doings of a close personal friend of mine. He doesn’t use the net too much, so I’m hoping I can just reveal private and embarassing moments from his personal life without asking him permission, and he will be none the wiser. That’s how I’ve learned to deal with most ethical dilemmas, by the way. For legal reasons, let’s just call him a “fictional character” I totally “made up”, (wink wink) ok?
All you need to know about Al for now his that he is a phenomenal boozer, and has a magnetic personality. Magnet for trouble, that is. Further facets of this diamond may become observable to you as you read about his escapades, although I’m quite convinced that’s all there is to him. (“With friends like these…”)

Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday Dear Mozart and Natalya
Happy birthday to you

(Natalya’s my friend, Mozart’s the music/opera/symphony thingy guy)

Listening to a John Coltrane best of CD, I was surprised by a song called Lush Life

Oh, and Ioannis, the Rolling Stones song about pills I mentioned called Mother’s Little Helper is also there.

I’m trying to type with some crazy piano banging away in my ears and putting me off, ’cause I’m trying to match his speed with my two typing fingers (and the occasional thumb for the space bar)

WAS SUPPOSED TO WRITE, BUT SPENT ALL MY INTERNET CREDIT READING OTHER PEOPLE’S BLOGS.
P.s. I must add this is entirely due to SOME people writing more than necessary!! Yes, I’m talking about YOU!

And thank heavens for BBC online radio, I’m cracking up listening to Dead Ringers!!

I’m getting tired of kissing the BBC’s over-sized butt (I’m imagining a sort of matronly figure with a ginormous posterior and kindly smile, but you can use your own imagination) but they’ve done it again!! They’ve had Chimp Week going on BBC One and it is absolutely gorge!! Although it is slightly worrying when a local conservationist stands on the shore of the Lake Tanganyika and points out all across the other sides there’s civil unrest and streams of refugees heading towards the reserve. I read African Silence not long ago, and even back in late 70’s, people who actually worked in Africa knew the importance of enrolling the locals in conservation efforts, as well as the impossibility of saving animals without sparing a thought for the local people as well. But now they seem to be catching up, atleast ideogically.
Ape Week was talking about the probable extinction of Orangutans due to crop farming in Indonesia. Apparently jungle habitat is being cleared to make way for farmers to grow Palm Oil trees. One in every ten products on our supermarket shelves contains Palm oil, from cosmetics, to butter, ice-cream, etc. More info on this can be found on this Friends of Earth page.

I was supposed to upload a humungous blog I wrote at home on me laptop, but this service is not obliging. So, what was I on about??

Well, first I discovered yet another member has joined our web community, it seems that they are jumping in at a crazy rate of almost one person per month!! I worry whether there’s enough space in the ether-cyber area to fit all of them! So a warm welcome to Shasha, or “Dolphin in the blue” as she’s known on the web.

I was watching a Channel Four programme on the delusions of religion. No new ground covered, it was the usual Oxford professor-ish bloke taking us through Jerusalem, the American Bible-belt, and a few interviews with radical crackpots who’ll say anything to escape looking mediocre on television. Not being religious myself, I used to find this rather entertaining not so long ago. Now I see a smugness in the approach of scientists that it seems they can ill afford. Science is supposed to be the quest for truth, and acceptance of doubt, all noble and self-satisfying. But scientists themselves often believe in something purely as a matter of faith, and thus become blind to the very logic they claim to prostate themselves before. Doctoring results is not supposed to take place, yet we have a dog called Snuppy who apparently wasn’t cloned.
So it appears that it’s not only the religious who are prone to leaps of faith in their reckonings. It might be more useful to stop attacking religions, and try to understand the broader concept of faith that human beings of all persuasions appear to display.

I forgot to tell you that the Munich Posse has already booked their tickets for the next adventure. Andros!!! (“Wha?” you ask. It’s a Greek island near Athens) we’ll go there after our Easter, in time for the Greek Easter. Ioannis has a house on the island, so we’ll be sitting soaking in the sun while he waits on us hand and foot 🙂 We’ll eat roasted lambkins and let off insane amounts of fireworks in a totally irresponsible manner. For pics of this place magnifico, you can vist Rachey’s, as she was there a while ago. (You have to choose “happy holidays” from her gallery, then “Andros”) We’re gonna have FUN!!!

Jessy’s got an article about suckers and naive elderlies (there’s a difference?) who are scammed by the “You have won a prize” brigade. It’s funny that just the other day I received an offer from Which? magazine (who conducted the survey in the BBC report in Jessy’s article) saying I had already passed two important stages in the process of selection and I had to put some stickers on some letters to claim one of three cars, or £300,000, or something. I just threw them away.

‘It could be sweet’ – Portishead
“You don’t get something for nothing”