and then, at 7.30 a.m., there was an almighty CRACK! and I thought the house was hit. Pantomime panic as I ran round in me jammys, (barefoot…. Ouch!), checking cats, chimneys, and cardiac arrest potential.
Nuttin’ obviously struck so back to bed, clutching Rasta the cat.
Came down at Dawn (Dawn being a state of mind, it was 8.30 a.m.), to no electricity, and an exploded inbox for broadband. The lid was a charred lump of plastic, 12 foot away from it’s wall. The landline was shot, too.
One of the lessons from 24 hours without broadband, was to always print out your ferry ticket for imminent journey as soon as ye get it….
There were other lessons, maybe for a future blog; however, for now, I am looking forward to quite a long spell off line, off on a roadtrip to visit dear auld women friends, and dearly beloved second son, … and happy that on coming into ‘puter before I leave gave me this gem of a blog to repost…enjoy!
I took great satisfaction in watching Russell Brand wiping the floor with the egregious Evan Davis in the above video. One of the things I liked most was the way Brand supplemented his habitual mateyness with a certain edge: he refers to Davis as “mate” and pats him repeatedly on the knee, but at the same time, warns Davis not to patronise him. It is a moment of subtle sharpness. Davis doubtless lacks the self-awareness to know he is being patronising.
Brand isn’t to everyone’s taste. He has a chequered history, some questionable acquaintances, and has said and done some grossly sexist things. This, believe it or not, is not that uncommon in men. You wouldn’t put him in charge of anything. At times he can say dubious things, but here he was quite sound. He voiced solidarity with the Fire Brigades Union, the Focus E15 Mothers, and rebutted Davis’s…
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