Please excuse me...
... for the recent lack of anything decent posted. I mean, there have been plenty of chances for me to write up some funny story, interesting quote, even a temerarious (gotta love Google's word of the day, part of it's new personalised service.) rant about someone or something.
I mean we had father's day (which I know of at least 2 people who forgot!!) so we could have celebrated that... OR NOT! You see, similarly to valentines day (where we celebrate how once a year Roman Soldiers would get free pick of a woman from whichever village they were currently plundering for the forthcoming year, or until he killed her) Father's day is a bit of a farce. However, unlike Valentines, this holiday hasnt been hyped up and expanded by Hallmark and the likes, ohh no, it's a complete fabrication by some yank woman named Sonora Dodd, who back in 1909, whilst listening to a Mothering Sunday sermon in Washington, thought how good an idea it would be to have a Paternal equivalent, so she could honour her father, who's birthday was funnily in June, apparently some time around the 19th. Even funnier is the following:
[more of Mr Vallejo's humour can be found here yes, I part plagerised, but hey, it's funny, worth it, and gives him a plug]
We also had the British and Irish Lions' tour of New Zealand, who fared quite well against some of the smaller, Provincial and even second rate teams, but who got totally fricking annihilated by the Maori selection and 3 times by the Test team, who coincidentally could probably take on any previous world cup winning team and totally smack the living shit out of them. Be sure to check out probably the best team on the planet!
Next up, Islamic militant groups deciding to bomb parts of London, or was it? I know all the conspiracy theories will be flying, so I'm not even going to start, I'm just going to say it was all very upsetting. 9/11 was a shitter, but I never thought of it as having a direct affect on me, my loved ones, my friends. People I work with are only a 5 minute walk from Tavistock Square, and regularly commute to Kings Cross and Russell Square. It all suddenly became very, very real.
In case you havent already seen the link, you can also go check out the lovely Miss Myles' blog or even check out how Iolaire is doing now that he has successfully moved over to Macau (if he has bothered updating his site!!)
That's all for now... I'll be back soon... I hope... but for now, WATCH... THIS... SPACE!!!
I mean we had father's day (which I know of at least 2 people who forgot!!) so we could have celebrated that... OR NOT! You see, similarly to valentines day (where we celebrate how once a year Roman Soldiers would get free pick of a woman from whichever village they were currently plundering for the forthcoming year, or until he killed her) Father's day is a bit of a farce. However, unlike Valentines, this holiday hasnt been hyped up and expanded by Hallmark and the likes, ohh no, it's a complete fabrication by some yank woman named Sonora Dodd, who back in 1909, whilst listening to a Mothering Sunday sermon in Washington, thought how good an idea it would be to have a Paternal equivalent, so she could honour her father, who's birthday was funnily in June, apparently some time around the 19th. Even funnier is the following:
in 1910 the first group of morons from Spokane, Washington actually went along with this idea, followed by support in 1924 from an even bigger moron called President Calvin Coolage. 1966 saw President Lyndon Johnson adding his 2 pence worth and signing a presidential proclamation declaring the 3rd Sunday of June 'Fathers Day'. Why couldn't he have made it a Monday so it would have at least been made a bank holiday or something? Anyways... The biggest moron of the lot was president Nixon who made it permanent with a law in 1972. It's all very nice except for that fact that its adding to the slow Americanisation of England. First Fathers day, then the whole MTV culture thing, adverts brainwashing us into suing each other for injuries every 5 seconds. What next, the super bowl? I'm going to go back and hide in my cave...
[more of Mr Vallejo's humour can be found here yes, I part plagerised, but hey, it's funny, worth it, and gives him a plug]
We also had the British and Irish Lions' tour of New Zealand, who fared quite well against some of the smaller, Provincial and even second rate teams, but who got totally fricking annihilated by the Maori selection and 3 times by the Test team, who coincidentally could probably take on any previous world cup winning team and totally smack the living shit out of them. Be sure to check out probably the best team on the planet!
Next up, Islamic militant groups deciding to bomb parts of London, or was it? I know all the conspiracy theories will be flying, so I'm not even going to start, I'm just going to say it was all very upsetting. 9/11 was a shitter, but I never thought of it as having a direct affect on me, my loved ones, my friends. People I work with are only a 5 minute walk from Tavistock Square, and regularly commute to Kings Cross and Russell Square. It all suddenly became very, very real.
In case you havent already seen the link, you can also go check out the lovely Miss Myles' blog or even check out how Iolaire is doing now that he has successfully moved over to Macau (if he has bothered updating his site!!)
That's all for now... I'll be back soon... I hope... but for now, WATCH... THIS... SPACE!!!
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