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It doesn’t matter who killed Foley.

26th August 2014

There has, to my mind, been an odd preoccupation with the fact that James Foley’s possible killer had a British accent. I haven’t watched the video myself, but I did read somewhere that it was edited in such a way as to make it hard to know if the Islamic State fighter heard talking was the same one who wielded the blade that decapitated the US photojournalist taken hostage in…

No wonder.

19th September 2013

I was in the post office recently and there was a queue. The central post office had moved not long since, so I don’t know if the backlog of custom was to do with that, but it was probably pretty typical for the time of day. There was a man who didn’t speak much English whom the bloke on the counter was trying to direct to a Council office in…

An Ouroboros of a blog.

14th July 2013

I read an article on the Guardian website some time ago. It was published in April but I probably didn’t read it until a month or so after. I don’t read most articles I’d like to read until quite some time after they’re published; I bookmark them online with instapaper and send them to my e-reader to read when I have the time, energy and inclination. This particular article was…

Morally repugnant hilarity.

26th June 2012

Last week the British Slime Minister was asked about the tax affairs of comedian Jimmy Carr, who The Times had revealed was participating in a tax avoidance scheme which allowed him to pay approximately 1% tax on his earnings which, given his considerable success, amount to millions. Cameron said doing so was “morally wrong” and Treasury Minister David Gauke has been repeatedly quoted in the press as saying Carr was…

Annual comeback post.

24th January 2012

You would think, having not written anything on this for many months, and it appearing as if it has become an annually updated blog, like the minutes of the AGM of everything I’ve not been doing, that I would have loads to say. People say that don’t they? When they bump into an old friend and they say ‘OH MY GOD I’VE GOT SO MUCH TO TELL YOU WHERE DO…

A stink worse than shit.

18th July 2011

I was unemployed for a quite a while. I could provide the backstory to all that, but it would be a several thousand word tangent on top of the several hundred word tangent that is to follow. Upon eventually getting a low paid but quite rewarding job, doing the training I needed to before I could start, and waiting a couple of months for my first pay day, I treated…


I was reading Amiri Baraka’s poems when he died. I’m reading One Hundred Years of Solitude and Gabriel García Márquez has died. Perhaps for the hat-trick I should read Tony Benn’s diaries and see if it has the reverse effect on the deceased. It is Easter after all. But I’ll probably just blow it on Tony Blair.