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Friday, August 11, 2006

Quick post

Gotta be quick, in new job. Can't piss about.

Does anyone know the last time an England captain, captained his side to league victory?

Backham didn't, shearer didn't, bryan robson didn't, I doubt Terry Butcher did it, or even Bobby Moore. Of course, this was cos the Liverpool team was normally full of scots, irish and welsh. But I would like to know the answer to this, and google hasn't helped me.

Friday, August 04, 2006

On the wall

Right, The Daily Mirror's really let me down. I started buying it once I started university. I know students are meant to buy The Guardian, but I'd never bought newspapers before, and thought I should start small. That, and I did a sociology degree and there's really no need to read the guradian's pontificating pop-sociology in the comment section, when you've got to fucking listen to Giddensian tripe at school.

So, the Mirror has spent weeks campaigning against the sick war in the Lebanon, running front covers demanding a ceasefire, and an end to all the bloodshed. Today, the day before a demonstration of hundreds of thousands of people will make the same call, in the hope of making a positive difference. Because it is possible, given the timing. And the Daily Mirror doesn't even cover it. The front page is a story about a woman who's won the biggest ever divorce settlement. From a war profiteer. Who did the dirty on her with a younger woman. After his original wife had lived with him at her parents, because he was a peasant back then. This man still has millions. Lebanese and Israelis are still being murdered./ What tosh. bye

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Selected things found in my notebook

Sacked by the Department of Cunts

"Iain, can you come in here for a moment."
"Uh oh"
"Iain, Human Resources have been contacted by Industrial Relations about your e-mail usage."
"Oh yeah."
"Some of the content has been explicit and breached government policy. There's also been a very high volume of e-mails to one person outside the building. You also forwarded an e-mail that was against the e-mail policy to someone in the office. Usually, this would be a disciplinary matter. However, it is policy to not have disciplinaries for temps. We just terminte the contract."
"Oh. Double plus bad."

Reasons to not write in a note-book when depressed (this was some time ago, so don't worry)

"I'm tired as fuck & wondering where I'll be when I finish my non-drinking, in 6 months time, in 3 years time, in 30 years time. Will I be a nurse? A writer? An echo of a noisy friend's presence. That friend being X.
I often wonder like this. compare myself to friends. Imagine their brilliance and my muted ambition. But it does no good, and it's not true. It's me trying to compel myself & being competitive, and looking for a stick to beat myself with. That stick over there, in the future.
I'll accept these thoughts, tire, and move on.
Chase up Z about mercernary groups.
Put out recycling."

Things not to write coming from the mouth of doodle of a man with a beard

"I'm Robert Winston. You're a good boy. A nice, big, good boy. Now bend over."

poem?

Tryin to work out how to make you less pissed off
Wondering why we went out
On penalties
How are we so poor
In this country, in this world
Is this our lot, how it's meant to be
Until we're older

Poetry is a learning curve, that peaked at fourteen, and is now an attempt, to re-climb, that purile apex

Never wee in another man's pocket
And never look at his cock
Don't try to talk
Unless it's a friend
Or unless you know everyone's drunk
Never fish out a coin
Or moan or groan
But whistle
And pee
Or cough when you plop
Never ask for advice
Or try to go twice
Be nice
Not too nice
To nutters who mutter from vice
When you get to the sink
Wash if you've been seen
And if a man tries
To make your hands dry
Shake your head and don't blink