No, I don’t mean these bomb-making websites that are apparently all the rage and getting untold amounts of free publicity and due to the nature of these things making every curious person think “Hmmm.. so how does one go about making a bomb?”
I mean the websites that profligate after a terrorist event so that people can come and display “solidarity” whatever that means.

I’m referring to the London Underground “We shall not fear” website, and the likes of it. Seems to me there’s a bunch of web-designers just waiting to cash in on the next event. Ok, maybe there’s not much cash exchanging hands (although I’m sure money can be made) but just getting a large number of hits and a reputation is every web-designers wet dream.

I read about an employee at Glasgow airport who helped apprehend the, ahem, terrible-ists (I bet the bumbling fools rank pretty low in the hierarchy. I imagine the conversation in jail going – “So what you in fer?” “I drove a jeep into a wall, and set myself on fire”). Guess what. There’s a website up already where you can donate money to buy him a pint via PayPal.

Ok, haven’t blogged about being in the Fab Cafe last Saturday, might as well.
It started out as a couple of quiet pints in the Northern Quarter with Ali and Paulo, and soon we were off looking for other venues, ending up stumbling into the Fab Cafe.

Paulo left after a while, and Ali and I were contemplating our next move when we recognised Gerard Kearns, the actor who plays the gay kid Ian Gallagher from the Channel Four show Shameless had walked in with a young lady friend in tow.

At which point I might mention Robert Benchley- “Drinking makes such fools of people, and people are such fools to begin with, that it’s compounding a felony.”

Of course we (Ali) started chatting to them, which ended up with Ali politely asking the actor if he didn’t mind scooting off because his lady friend appeared quite interested in him. I pulled Ali aside and told him to leave the couple alone, at which point he says “But he’s gay!” Priceless.
I also met Kat there, who’d bought a house, and batted her eyelashes and “loved my glasses” and lives in Chorlton. She hasn’t called yet.

A news article on CNN :-

SELMER, Tennessee (AP) — The father of a teenager who was among six people killed this month when a drag-racing car spun into a crowd sued the driver and organizers of the charity event Tuesday.

Bruce Replogle, the father of 15-year-old Scarlett Replogle, seeks $10 million in damages.

Authorities say pro drag racer Troy Critchley lost control of his dragster while performing an exhibition burnout — spinning the car’s back tires to send up clouds of smoke — during a parade at the annual Cars for Kids charity event June 16. Besides the six killed, 23 were hospitalized. (Watch car go out of control; hear crowd react. VIDEO )

I can hear the “journalists” rubbing their hands with joy that they’ve got a video of the mauling of people by a car! Wow! That’s news! Am I gonna watch it? You bet your sweet patootie!

And there’s a charity called “Cars for Kids”?? What next, “AKs for Taliban”? “Crack for Pete Doherty”?

of our times has been reported and gone unnoticed.

Some people somewhere have discovered how to reduce plastics back into their component hydrocarbons by simple microwave zapping. For those amongst you who are idiots (one step forward please) this means that non-biodegradable plastics, which are primarily hydrocarbons (that’s oil to you dumbo) no longer have to be dumped and left to choke poor little annoying seagulls and albatrosses and suchlike but can be zapped back into oil for fuel.

Read about it in the New Scientist. NOW!

This post is coming. Just couldn’t do it from home so it’ll have to wait>

Rats are getting drunk in India.
And attacking people.
Ratattack

Memorise and use as appropriate.

1. “Cover for me.”
2. “Oh, good idea, boss.”
3. “It was like that when I got here.”

Thank you Homer

I (amongst many other viewers) was informed by the news yesterday that a European company plans to have a jet for space tourism ready soon. In between all the exciting statistics was something I latched onto.

The reporter mentioned that it would only spew out 5% of the carbon that a transatlantic flight might. Now that sounds very rosy until you realise that the space jet only carries four passengers while a transatlantic jumbo packs in 400-500 grubby tourists in relative discomfort. Taking the lower figure this mean that a jumbo jet spreads the carbon cost x between 400 people, while the space jet spreads 5% of x between 4 people.

Guess who comes out worse?

Carbon cost per passenger for Jumbo = x/400 = y
Carbon cost per passenger for Space jet = x/ 80 = 5y

So it can be said the Space jet (we really must give it a proper name) is 5 times worse than a transatlantic jet. Never trust the stats!!

Yesterday I went-karting with colleagues from work and funnily enough I started the day with Gore Vidal saying this on my iGoogle page:-

It is not enough to succeed. Others must fail.

I obviously went there thinking there’s no need to over-exert myself, but these chicken look ready for the plucking and I’ll pick these ducks off one by one as I tear round the track, wind in my hair and throaty engine roaring …….
And I obviously wasn’t the only one.

There’s something to be said about competing in a testosterone-charged environment. Namely, that there’s a lot of that testosterone about. An image from despair.com regarding goals kept coming to me, so I wisely stepped out of the way when the young ‘uns were barrelling around the circuit. I still got forced off twice.

A great evening out, and an unbelievable experience when the ground rushes past six inches below your nose. Everyone should try it. And I’ll be going back again.

I watched it yesterday on BBC.
Very rarely does a movie grip so completely.
Edward Norton managed to play a despicable character that you end up sympathising with somehow.
This is what cinema should be like.