What a  sorry arsed bunch of world leaders we have today.

I can’t think of one who has proved a bigger disappointment than Barack ‘don’t believe the hype’ Obama who has proved himself a pedestrian operator more concerned about his ratings and playing safe than fulfilling the faith that half the world put in him.

It’s a pretty sad state of affairs when people invest so much hope in the colour of someone’s skin rather than what they can actually do. I guess a politician is a politician at the end of the day.

We, of course, have to put up with David Cameron’s rosy cheeked school boy routine while Muammar Gaddafi runs around the desert crazier than a shit house rat with it’s tail on fire.

Let’s have some soul, please


I keep thinking I’ve reached the bottom at work but senior management find disingenuous ways to plumb new depths in their pursuit of shafting us.

They’ve been urging us to take voluntary redundancy and mutually agreed resignation schemes to meet the required 55% job cuts in the NHS. Now they’ve realised too many people want to leave and have changed their minds.

I wasn’t best pleased when I heard the decision so told my boss I’d work out my three months notice anyway.

“No, you can’t do that. You have to apply for a job.”

“I don’t want it.”

“Well, you have to or you are making yourself intentionally unemployed and we can dismiss you at the end of this month.”

“So I have to apply for a job that I don’t want in order not to get it and qualify for a three month period of notice that is in my contract anyway? That stinks. Do you seriously think I want to work for people like that?”


Toe the fucking line jobsworth. Pass the ammunition.


The media does a fine job of whipping us into a righteous frenzy over the threat of Islamic fundamentalism but the Christians – or some lost soul’s personal interpretation of Christianity – are giving them a close run for their money.

The following message was posted through my letterbox on a blank sheet of paper the other night. Nice to see religious intolerance and the burning of the heretics is alive and well in the cyber age:

Repent of your sins. Repent of our wicked ways. repent of your evil deeds. Repent of your lustful ways. repent of your sexual immoralities. Repent of your laziness. Repent of your evil nature. Repent of your lying ways. repent of being corrupted in the heart. Repent of idolizing (Matt Goss?) Repent of judging others. Repent of cheating god. Repent of not being righteous. Repent of racism. Repent of hatred. repent of loving yourself too much. Repent of not loving Jesus. (Jesus will say to many Christians: “Go away. I never knew you.”).

Not exactly a laugh a minute, are they? Might as jump in the boneyard hole and pull the lid over myself now. Jim Jones here we come.


The portents are all around. The horned one is coming. We’ll be supping on Brimstone and chewing burnt steak by the end of the year.


David Dickinson would have gone into cardiac arrest if he’d stumbled across this priceless antique in the local junk shop.

The Blue Snail of the Xing Chi Dynasty was commissioned by the Dragon King in the early 1500s and thought to have been destroyed in a feudal war that later raged across the province.

The snail was said to have the power of foresight and was revered as a magical totem.

Antique experts suggest it was used unwittingly for many years as an ornamental door stop in the Hong Kong Garden Takeaway in Leyton.

Mar 042011

Good films are like London buses. You wait for one forever then two turn up together. Who would have thought a film about a stutterer (The King’s Speech) and ballet (The Black Swan) would prove so entertaining?

Black Swan is so gloriously barmy and OTT you stumble into the post performance daylight feeling like you’ve been ten rounds. Harry Potter your time is up.



Look to this day! For it is life, the very life of life. In its brief course lie all the varieties and realities of your existence: the bliss of growth, the glory of action, the splendor of beauty. For yesterday is already a dream and tomorrow is only a vision but today, well lived, makes every yesterday a dream of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope. Look well, therefore, to this day! Such is the salutation of dawn.


Knowing when to quit while your ahead is a talent because the majority of us tend to push the envelope in anticipation of a fresh apple dropping off the tree. I had a nice trip down the pub, got home and spied a fully loaded tupperware in the fridge. Great! Some nourishment to soak up the grog.I opened it in that slightly inebriated state of altered consciousness where your reflexes are a second or two behind your thinking and deposited the contents down the front of my shirt. A sobering end to a dog of a week.


Always we hope someone else has the answer. Some other place will always be better, some other time it will all turn out well. This is it. No-one else has the answer. No other place will be better and it has already turned out. At the centre of your being you have the answer; you know who you are and you know what you want.


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