Monday, 24 December 2007

Sunday, 23 December 2007

Have a good Christmas everyone!

It is at this time of year that my thoughts turn to Accounts and to pissing off my accountant by giving him my paperwork on the 29th January 2008. It's forensic science, my accounts. Something weird happened in March and in June, as there are huge blank swathes in my records. Still, receipts are more or less gathered together....this is the bugger about being a self employed hippy. It took me 5 years to start writing down who paid me what..I found it help me notice when I hadn't been paid :-)

Tuesday, 18 December 2007

Thursday, 13 December 2007

Extending Detention without Charge

I have been a bit slow to work this one out. Why does Jaquie Smith need extended powers of detention? When the people of this country work out what has happened to their freedoms under new labour, when there is no more oil, food shortages, floods etc. they want to be able to bang us all up as "terrorists".....

pig cam

Wednesday, 12 December 2007

From Guido today, Stanislav

Stanislav email Lord Guido two times already but Irish part of Internet is like Irish navvy and good for fuck all. And very much thanks to be invited to Works' Do and festival of anarchy and pissing up and Xmas cracker full up with dynamite, send to local M fucking P but is most unfortunate will be home in Poland see Old Mother for Christmas and also make sure nieces and nephews is not interfered with by local holy and apostolic child-molesting bastard from Catholic Church, who are, as we speak, colonising fucking Scotland in wake of so many Polish plumber and social worker come to help out with drunken lazy bastard population of incapable, cancerous, long-term, workshy thugs, drunks and prostitutes, or NEDS as their government describes them - honest, fucking government has abusive acronym for own population - good for fuck all only eating like fucking pig, get drunk, recite mournful fucking doggerel of crap poet Burns and die early. So many child-molesting scandal in Scotland - is fucking judiciary sponsored initiative - that a tidal wave of crucifix-wielding nonces make no difference either way. More the fucking merrier, plenty kid to go round. Fuck me, Father, for I am young, is common playground chant among young Jocks.

Glasgow Archbishop Cuomo -yes, fucking Mafia- has free pulpit in Glasgow Herald to preach about public fucking morality. Cheeky cunt. Yes, your fucking Grace, says Editor Douglas fucking Home, just you carry on there, have three fucking pages about evil of sex; Aye right, three pages not enough, no? Have whole fucking issue. We know you're gonna get on top of this noncing thing, Yes, God Bless you, too, your Grace. When the fucking Archbishop isn't at it, the Herald has its own in-house Man of Faith and uberGoodness, useless fucking sanctimonious cunt from Orkney -world capital of officially hushed-up child abuse - called Ron Ferguson. You know, says Ron, every fucking week, can find God, or whatever, in anything, or anywhere, whatever, just, like, you know, believe in some shit or other, that's the thing. Whosoever is raised believing in some shit or other might not get to go on outing with old men in black dresses, leading them beside still fucking waters and fucking them up the arse with big angry red cock, suffer the little children, eh, Lord Robertson ? Or perhaps not, whatever. Right, Ron, fucking well said. A complete perfectly rounded fucking arsehole, Reverend Ron Whatever (Peace, Man, but no drugs, clearly) is like a composite of the late and fucking unlamented Rabbi Lionel BlueCock,…… Good morning Sue and Good morning John, My old mum always said..... off the John Humphries Show and Professor Doctor Sir Raj Persaud, you know, that smarmy oily bloodsucking headshrinker cunt off the daytime telly nightmare. Reverend Ron Ferguson,vague multi-faith platitudes for sale, five pounds per line, the North’s Favourite Columnist, is true, Staislav not invent, holy-roller shit is sydicate all across superstitious Badlands of North. Fucking hell, live in Scotland? Jesus fucking wept. Open-up the Glasgow Herald and its just fucking lies written by lazy fucking worthless moron tossers like Ferguson who wouldn't get a job on Mother Smith's Redditch Advertiser and bits of Radio Four copied down and reprinted two days later.

Government of gangsters, MSM of unspeakable cowardice, dishonesty, banality and trivia; Law Society and Bar Association make Slobodon Milosovic look like good guy; even Edinburgh Royal College of Surgeon say Highlands and Islands doctors is all drunks, misfits and fucking drug addicts and need boot up arse, honest, not invent; BBC worse than anything in England and is a meddling, corrupt, abusive, priesting hierarchy with its fist up the public arse. And don't fucking start Stanislav about Scotch fucking "culture." Fucking tone-deaf, discordant, screeching, howling nightmare noise from darkest, hottest, special punishment area of Hell. Is fucking New Year up here soon, is fucking unbearable for civilised person, like plumber.

So, anyway, have a break, make some fried egg sandwich and fizzy pop for journey and go over in Poland on ferry, see old mum and family and have nice Christmas dinner of sausage and beetroot, wash down with glass of vodka and so can't come to Night of the Anarchists' Year and meet comrades to discuss plumbing requirements.

Very sorry to miss. Come next time if we are not all accidentally shot in improbably large numbers by Nancy Blair's promotion-hungry Metropolitan SWAT blokes making life or death, but mostly death, innit, split-second decisions or banged-up in one of Old Mother Smiths re-education facilities, being force-fed her delicious and easy to prepare SnotBuns (one cup of fresh snot, mix with cup of urine and pound of sugar, dust with bitten-off nailbitings, with bits of blood on roots and serve while warm) whilst being lectured by Ruth Man Kelly and Yasmin Alibhai fucking Brown on the errors of our ways. Have good one and thanks for invite. Which hasn’t come anyway,

Will keep in touch off laptop in van. If any plumbing emergency crop up just turn off water and make best of it. No fucker come out at Christmas.

love from stanislav

ps Mr Hillybilly. Whats all this be nice to one another shit? You is definitely wander in wrong place. Sound like fucking clergyperson.

Saturday, 8 December 2007

Four-year-old saves mother with 999 call

A four-year-old girl dialled 999 when her mother collapsed, fetched her medicine - and changed into a Cinderella outfit so she looked smart for the trip to hospital. When Hannah Lerego had an asthma attack at home in Ross-on-Wye, Herefordshire, her daughter Olivia fetched her inhaler, stroked her hair to bring her round and described her symptoms to paramedics. Lerego, 30, said: "I don't think I would be alive without Olivia. When they asked if my lips were blue she said they were pink like hers but turning purple and she knew that for sure because purple is her favourite colour."
Steven Morris

This story made me cry.

Monday, 3 December 2007

For The Hitch

Puppies pull, Hitch. Elby has to fight women off everytime he takes Pig for a walk.

Sunday, 2 December 2007

I knew things were bad but..

I had no idea what NuLabour were up to. In order to get more women into parliament it has created a MP for Paisley. And it turns out she knows NOTHING about fabric.

It seems Feminism has got us nowhere.

Lilith's Hotties #1 in a series

I fell for this man when I saw Don't Look Now in my teens. I have never forgotten it because I was watching it with my Dad and had to deal with the love scene.

He is still hotter than his son.

Thursday, 29 November 2007

Shamelessly stolen from Dizzy - Brownwash


This Handsome Hound is called Hamish. He has just been put down: he was very old and sick.

Hamish was my first true doggy love. He belonged to my daughter's godfather who ran a van/removal business and so Hamish's job was to guard the van and threaten parking wardens, whenever they were parked on double yellows. He took his job very seriously and Godfather never got a ticket when Hamish was on duty.

He made us all laugh so much. His gait was similar to a shopping trolley with a dodgy wheel. He was unbelievably clumsy. He weighed a ton and would gradually push you off the sofa. He loved watching "One man and his dog". He retired to the country a couple of years ago but never got over his fear of cows. He loved Blondes and would turn on the charm for them, barking at them, then smiling when he had their attention through the van window. I think he read the Sun. I am sure we were lovers in a past life.

I miss him.

Tuesday, 27 November 2007

It really must be time they went.

Ok, so a 63 year old bloke (who tells people he is 53) called David Abrahams is also David Martin and a very private person, in spite of running for Parliament at one time.

This private person managed to get Dougie Alexander to give the go ahead to a massive property development on farmland next to the A1. His development company was only registered on the day the planning consent was announced. This huge project was to be site managed by Ray Ruddick, a jobbing builder, currently Nu Labours 3rd largest donor, who lives in a council house and drives a battered transit.

I wonder if John Prescott's son brokered the land?

Perhaps Brown thinks that if the General Secretary of the Labour party resigns all this sleaze will go away.

Monday, 26 November 2007

Crap Estate Agents

Flat for Sale, Bermondsey, Surrey Quays, London SE16

How hard is it to sell a studio flat oposite Surrey Quays Tube?, 1st Floor, cheapest in the borough by a mile (unless you want a boat.) £120k down from £132k.

My friend has had this place on the market for a year. Ok, its just down the road from the Millwall football ground but some would see that as a bonus. (No one touches your car if you have a Millwall sticker in it.)

Yes, it's high rise, (but it is Listed!) The walls are so solid its hard to put up a picture or a shelf. It has a balcony from which the occupier can catapault ball barings at passing buses. So it is ex local authority. And the stairs smell a little. But there is a lift to the front door, which doesn't smell.

The Estate Agents have found one buyer in a year. This man quibbled on the price on the day of exchange and completion. He lost his mortgage offer. I rang the Agents to enquire about the place three weeks after this happened and they told me the place was "Long Gone". ?????? I have suggested that my friend puts it in the local paper.

Saturday, 24 November 2007

Can You Help Jonathan?

This gif is not for the faint hearted, and for that I appologize. I am hoping to get it modified :-)

Thursday, 22 November 2007

Proud Mummy


My little girl was driving everybody mad. Not doing her application forms, not doing homework, and generally remaining cheerful. Her aunt suggested she find work at Tescos. I suggested Somerfield.


When everyone was exhausted and losing interest in her academic attitude she sent off some essays, after the deadline. And she has been offered an interview here!


So I am posting a picture of us with the last perm I shall ever have. It made my little girl laugh so very hard when I came back from the hairdresser it was worth it.

Me and my Girl, Winter 91, on a VERY windy day.

Tuesday, 20 November 2007

As if I didn't have enough to do

Now I have to sue the Government. When am I going to fit that in?

Thursday, 15 November 2007

Now this makes me mad.

This fine hottie/cricketing hero is behind bars. No he has not been arrested for breaking girls' hearts or being too good at cricket. He is facing life imprisonment for inciting hatred and uprising under Anti Terrorism laws. Can you believe it? Sanctioned by David Milibland no doubt. Think it couldn't happen here?

There is nothing on the Beeb about this. And it is on page 43 (!!!!!) of the Times today. What?!

Little Pig

Boyfriend is kindly allowing me to upload this even though it exposes him talking puppy-talk.

Tuesday, 13 November 2007


I have lost blogging heart.

Three (at least) of my very favorite bloggers/visitors view me as a murderer and conspirator to genocide. I am not, but I had a termination. I am not going to justify what I did. I don't think about it much anymore, but when I do I know I did the right thing, however painful. This judgement that they make weighs heavily on me. It shouldn't matter. We are strangers really. But it doesn't feel like that, and I don't want to start again. Fare well y'all. And thanks for all the fun. It's been many, many laughs.

I will leave you with the newsflash that Ed Balls was starry eyed when supporters wrote his name in sparklers at a recent fireworks display.

Sunday, 11 November 2007

My Sister's Boyfriend

Riley Baugus and Friends - Merlefest

Thursday, 8 November 2007

Hate Crime

As a member of a minority group I am concerned that no law has been passed making it illegal for anyone to call me a Fucking Hippy. Why, only the other day, Boyfriend was called an Overgrown Hippy by the driver of an SUV. I am concerned that if I am beaten up by someone calling me a Mother-fucking-hippy, they could be done for assault. But if I am lightly slapped by someone calling me a Muff Muncher, they could be done for "Hate Crime".

Why is it worse to hate me for being gay than it is to hate me for being female/hippy/ginger.

I demand a law to protect Gingers (except Mick Hucknall) and Hippies from Hate.

Monday, 5 November 2007

Little Pig

Pig is growing fast and now weighs a solid 9kg. Here are some recent pics...I am going to try and post a movie of him..

Where's my biscuit? (notice Elby's savaged boot)

Er, this stick's a bit big, even for me.

Gotta light mate?

I don't want to make you all ill but..

This man is our Leader, who hates spin (if he has to do it himself) and who is so financially prudent that he has to tax us to the eyeballs to support Northern Rock. Guido has a modified version of this vid on his blog. Prepare your sick bag.

Sunday, 4 November 2007

Friday, 2 November 2007

Raising Sand, Robert Plant and Alison Krauss

This is my album of the year, and it only came out last week.

Saturday, 27 October 2007

Autumn Hiatus

Acer in my back yard.

I haven't been blogging. I would like to say that it is because I have a life etc etc, but it is just that I have found something even more compelling that has been taking up my evenings. We have been watching the whole oeuvre through, and are currently near the end of series 3 of 6. I missed it on Channel 4 and this way there are no adverts. Fantastic. The only problem is that I am now imagining who I would get Tony to "squash like a bug"... The script is superb, the characters extraordinary and so every evening I am in the New Jersey underworld of "Waste Management".

Monday, 22 October 2007

Chris Huhne and FBI Agent Dwight Harris

Agent Harris

Chris Huhne MP

Separated at birth?

Update: perhaps they are the bastard love children of Alistair McGowan?

Sunday, 21 October 2007

Gordon Brown thinks he is our Head of State

What was this Scotsman doing handing out the losers medals at the World Cup Rugby Final? Given that William and Princess Anne were there, I wonder how he managed to get away with that?

Wednesday, 17 October 2007

Wow, now I understand, Scroblene...

I can be hopelessly disorganised. Boyfriend hates it when I am running around the house at 7.45 saying "why can't I find a fucking bra?" or "where the fuck's my keys?" It's worse at certain moon phases. If I could just organise my desk....

Anyway, here is Pig. He is 15 weeks (nearly) and LOVING his walks. It has been a shock to my system but I have lost 3lbs already! Boyfriend can't afford to lose any weight so he has started having puddings again.

Here he is having a lie down.

Here he is enjoying some sunshine.

Friday, 12 October 2007

Thursday, 11 October 2007


Don't you just hate them hoax warnings, so do I but
this one is important, it's not a hoax, it's real ! ! !

If a man comes to your front door and says he is
conducting a survey and asks you to show him
your ass, do not show him your ass.

This is a scam; he only wants to see your ass.
I wish I'd got this yesterday.
I feel so stupid, cheap & used.

Lucien, it was you!!!!

Monday, 8 October 2007

Does Dave really want more women MPs?

This pretty lady is our new Conservative Candidate. Today she sent me a survey. Now, I like the Rees-Moggs. I was at school with one and she was very, very funny.

I just wonder why Dave has put her up against a safe Lib-Dem, who works very hard at his job? He may not be as pretty but he replies to letters, holds regular surgeries, votes in parliament and even knocks on the doors around here (!) when there is an election...

Saturday, 6 October 2007

Wednesday, 3 October 2007

Some Success!

I think I have found the Hitch's arse. Not sure where the top half has got to yet...

This photo has been photoarsed. Or pixibutted. Or whatever the term is.

Tuesday, 2 October 2007

The Grateful Dead - Hard to Handle

Desert Island Disc

This man is so very, very low

Particularly in the light of this.

Walking with Tony (the sexy one)

The petition says "The Government has decided to ban a peaceful march called by the Stop the War Coalition on 8 October.The protest has been called to demand all the troops withdrawn from Iraq immediately.The police have said all protests within one mile of Parliament are now prohibited. This is an affront to democratic rights and contradicts the Prime Minister’s commitment to liberalising protest laws. We urge the authorities to review this decision."

Monday 8 October 2007: March to Parliament, in defiance of the ban.

Fresh from Las Vegas

Mr Olympia!

I guess that is one way of spending time...

Saturday, 29 September 2007

Desert Island Disks # ?

Especially if there were palm trees and white sand on this Island.

Discovered on Guido: People I give you Stanislav, the young Pole

Stanislav, a young Pole said...

Stanislav explain nappy shambles. Only pay attention because english inferior of Polski variety.

In eighteenth century, in England was widespread practice of lampoon and satirise monarchy and politician, in pamphlet and illustration. Also on storybook by people like Swift (Gael like Guido)who say Fuck Off, all politician is meretricious cunt et cet., in so many words. Make allegory and metaphor. But also bawdy and vulgar and make much fun of Establishment arse and other parts; make scandalous reference to sexual exploits of rulers. True or not, is profane and outrageous and unspoken threat implicit in lampoon and satire is Go On Then, Deny It, You Cunt. Of course Establishment utter fucking degenerate in one way or other, and maybe worse ways than satirists say, maybe cannibals not just arse bandit, maybe necrophiliac; maybe make early form of Snuff movie, only no movie, of course, not invented, but participate anyhow in vile practice and then stand up in public and talk Moral Compass shit.

So Establishment just ignore commonplace accusation of being horrible, unspeakable fucking pervert degenerates and walk around like fucking saint, or next best thing,Fucking Son of Fucking Manse. People laugh out loud as dirty shit-eating scumbag hypocrite talk morality out of mouth stained fecal brown.

Time pass and people lose interest. Television come and Hollywood and Beatles; people sit around stupified by lust and envy and desperate longing for huge wealth and big car and pussy which Establishment say can have if only vote for me and work hard. Is call Jam Tomorrow and is rework of Christianity. In nineteen sixties bunch of lazy public school cunts - Richard Ingrams, Peter Cook and Christopher Booker make new satire, make Magazine, Private Eye, and start in again on calling all politicians thieving, lying, degenerate, kidnapping, blackmailing, back-stabbing, gun-running, drug-dealing, child molesting, arsonist, thieves, murderers, adulterous, paedophile homosexual, alcoholic, cross-dressing wife beaters. Bit like Scotchmen, really. And making cartoons for make politiicans look like the cunts they all are, without exception, but especially Jack Straw. This go on for forty year and become itself part of Establishment. Cunt Hislop, poisonous fat dwarf and TV personality is editor of Private Eye and friend of Establishment. Worst kind of cunt. Make awards to politicians. Hislop almost honourary M fucking P. Cunt.

And then, along come Guido, more accurate along come BlogWorld. And people are ranting and raving about thieving cunt politician, lying, inbred web-toed monarchy parasite who can't squeeze own toothpaste but have fucking poorly-paid bumboy to do for. Who marry fucking deranged neurotic spoilt bitch lunatic slapper, make fucking heirs to fucking throne while still fuck wife of fellow officer in British Army and everybody go: Oh Yes your majesty, fuck my wife, Oh No, Sir, please fuck my wife, don't bother fucking your own wife, she's fucking half the NHS. OK Yah.

Is explosion of resentment on internet. Newspaper is shit, same couple of hundred cunts all switch around . Write what told by criminal like Lord Fucking Black and slapperwife Tits Amiel and Fascist Cunt Murdoch. Do exactly as fucking told. Go on CuntDimbleby programmes and agree with what all other cunts say, get pissed, grab cheque and go in public toilet looking for love on way home. Go home and breath smell of BBC wine and semen. Get up write moralising column fof Daily Mail: Gerry and Cilla McCann are innocent, War with Portugal. Shit like that. Call journalism. People sick of all this shit being published and only letters from cocksuckers on letters pages.

Anyway, anonymously, the people rise up in cyberspace, say fuck off Andrew Rawnsley, jumped up Westminster rentboy in a suit, fuck off Polly Mascara, horrible old peroxide class traitor; fuck off Richard LittleCock, you fucking mouthy fucking pissed-up moron; fuck off Will Hitton with your phony fucking correspondence course economics, you fucking useless fucking gabshite con artist drunken arsehole; fuck off all you newspaper cunts. And, all of a sudden, we are back in the eighteenth century and the people are laughing like drains at the antics of the rulers.And the journalistst. The priesthood of the political writer, wherein sad old drunks like Anthony Howard sought to mediate, on our behalf, with the scum at the top, is defrocked. Nobody outside the charmed circle of medialand gives a fuck what Anthony Howard thinks, they would rather log-on to their favourite blogger and get the real shit and have a good rant, knowing that at least some of what they say will find it's target.

Stanislav, for instance, six month now, personally plant rocking horse blues all over fucking world. Not know if true there is picture of Gordon Brown wearing nappy sit on rocking horse, otherwise naked. Not know, not care. Doesn't matter. Read somehere that picture exist. Good enough. Stanislav personally spend many hours write masturbation satires of Gordon Brown Ace Wanker. So do many others, has been said so much that is now true; even if not, But is. Stanislav thrilled to read of Wanking Competition/Festival et cet., as though is just a fact of life. Whole country know that prime minister spend every spare minute in wanking frenzy. Job Done.

But here's what's true. the whole world has seen the Chancellor of the UK, as he then was, picking his nose and eating it. ON THE FRONT BENCH OF THE HOUSE OF FUCKING COMMONS IN FRONT OF SIX HUNDRED PEOPLE AND BILLIONS IN A WORLDWIDE TV AUDIENCE. His personal habits are more than a wee bit extreme for him to do this.

What else is true is that all his life he has been a bachelor gay; holidaying in the bastion of morality, Ted Chappaquiddick Kennedy's New England. At the age of fifty, however, with the prospect of Tony Blair at last being driven from office, Gordon felt a prime ministerly compulsion to get married and have children. At the age of fifty. So clever and capable and far-sighted is Gordon that he left marriage until an age when his sperm would only produce stillborn or disabled children. Now he pretends to us that he has been one-of-us, a hard working family man all his life. And not a bachelor gay. He got married of course to help his chances of being elected prime minister. That's a bit weirder than dressing up as a baby. On a rocking horse.

The rocking horse thing may be true, as in that it actually happened. Or it may just be true in the sense that so many -countless, maybe including George Dubya, he must've heard about it- people want it to be true and believe it to be true, that it is true. Like God. An article of faith. A Son of the Fucking Manse'd understand that.

Hope this make clear. Is popular uprising and people make payback to spinning cunt like Campbell. Gordon Brown facetious, platitudinous, moralising, incompetent, bombastic hypocrite; make illegal war, make mountain of debt, make filthy shithole hospital give Stanislav MRSA, make rich richer, poor poorer; make bankers rich, make poor people not afford buy home, take bribes for peerage and say Not Me, Guv; make dead babies when never should be father at fifty; talk non-stop about British Vahl -ewes, as though no other country was any good for fuck all, and hear dead father sermon in head.

I ask you. Does this cunt sit on a rocking horse dressed in a nappy ?

Bet your fucking life he does. And much, much worse.

4:04 AM, September 29, 2007

Desert Island Discs #3 in a series

Fantastic violin solo.

Blind Faith - Can't find my way home (Live)

This is for you Scroblene! It is one of my Desert Island Discs and now makes me think of you trying to get back from the pub :-)

Friday, 28 September 2007

The Walker Brothers - The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine Anymore

My Mum made me wear a fringe like this when I was small.

Imagine trying to get away with a video like this today!

My Ship Is Coming In - John Walker (2004)

To absent bloggers

Did you know this is Stevie Winwood singing aged 17?

I didn't. Love it.

Thursday, 27 September 2007

This is for Blair, Brown, Bush, Cheyney etc

This song is 45 years old.

Pig wants Hitch back.

(Click on pic to see the longing in his eyes)

Tuesday, 25 September 2007

Conspiracy Theories #1 in a series.

Ok, Artemisia Annua. The Chinese have used it for 2000 years to treat fevers, malaria and parasite infestations. It grows easily in much of Africa (if introduced) as it has been, on a small scale. Recent studies have shown that one of its active ingredients has an anti-malarial effect. Artemisin. So drug companys are making Artemisin Tablets to treat Malaria. Great, you say. No, not so great. Because if you isolate the elements of Artemisia you lose other anti-malarial properties. What's more, the plant grows easily in poor dry conditions and a tea, made from the dried foliage,5grams a day for 4 to 7 days leaves the patient symptom free. People could grow it in the yard and have enough to treat the entire village. They could do this for nothing more than an inital outlay for seeds, as it self seeds. This would be much cheaper for them than buying PharmaGlobalInc.'s pills of isolated ingredient.

The World Health Organisation know all about Artemisia Annua. Why are they not encouraging people in Africa to grow this herb and treat themselves, saving lives, and helping to cut down reinfection? The other problem is that if you isolate an element of the plant, the malaria parasite develops resistance to that element:

"The World Health Organization (WHO) today requested pharmaceutical companies to end the
marketing and sale of "single-drug" artemisinin malaria medicines, in order to prevent malaria
parasites from developing resistance to this drug.
The use of single-drug artemisinin treatment - or monotherapy - hastens development of resistance by
weakening but not killing the parasite. When used correctly in combination with other anti-malarial
drugs in Artemisinin Combination Therapies (ACTs), artemisinin is nearly 95% effective in curing
malaria and the parasite is highly unlikely to become drug resistant.
To anticipate and prevent the onset and spread of drug resistance in the long term, WHO urges the
global malaria research community and the pharmaceutical industry to rapidly invest in the design of
the next generation of antimalarial drugs. By creating ACTs with multiple-drug combinations and
transmission blocking components, resistance can be prevented."

Yet, resistance can be prevented by people taking tea instead of pills. Three times as many people can be treated for the same yield of plant as can be treated by tablets made from the same yield. It makes no economic sense. It makes no scientific sense. It makes no human sense. If the WHO really cared about Malaria they would be educating people on the growing, harvesting, drying and tea-making with this plant.

Thursday, 20 September 2007


I am developing a huge spot in the middle of my forehead. I blame Electro-Kevin and an overdeveloped empathic nature. I thought I would post this picture of me taken before the spot takes over, as I may be scarred for life.

Jose Mourinho Is Always The Special One...

Here is some SERIOUS totty. Jose "The Referee is a Tit" Mourinho....DROOL...

Wednesday, 19 September 2007

Supermarkets, and why they shouldn't be allowed to rule the world.

Morrisons Supermarket Manager refuses to sell wine to 71 year old man because he will not "confirm he is over 21."

Sunday, 16 September 2007

Dog Brothers

This is Boris (with the white tail tip and feet) and Pig. They had a fantastic time together.

They are fabulous little dogs, very quick to learn.