cynicalbastard

Glad to see some very important ex- and current Policemen have been spending their time uncovering the true face of Jack the Ripper.

I’m not a London council tax payer, but, if I was, I might be writing to my MP and to the Met asking, under FoIA, precisely how much involvement there was of serving officers in this media idiocy, how many other cases were put on hold, how much it cost to help out these broadcasters (or how much was earned), and how this fits in with the commitment to fight the woronterror.

Anyway, they need look no further. Identikit–

Real person–

I keep having a very minor allergic reaction. My beloved assumed it was the cheap n nasty gel at the gym, but I haven’t used that for a week and tonight there it was again–little raised bumps all along both arms, very itchy.

So I’ve narrowed it down to edam cheese or M&S Earl Grey. Anyone know if there’s anything dodgy in the latter?

“We didn’t do nothing, and, anyway, even if we did, the law’s wrong. ”

Hmm, I believed the Pakistanis up till reading that interview.

Will the surfeit of spam bring about the collapse of the blogosphere? Answers in a pre-recognised address comment please.

And, yes, I am fully aware that anyone reading the last few entries and the majority of the posts on here will view me as a paedo-loving, whore-abusing, porn addict.

Does wonders for the self-image.

Actually, he edits, fuck that. While friends like Garry and many others rail against Blair’s uncivil liberties, only I, yes I, will take him on on sex-work and pr0n. I’m doing a service for you people. So nobody notices, that’s what blogging is all about.

First they came for the sex workers…

Not around a lot, working me arse off.

Oh, and I can either blog or finish my dissertation on, uhhr, blogging. Not both.

I can remember 99. Watching the Cup final, willing Man U. on. Even in Leeds we were (secretly) doing it. But tonight, there’s nothing but schadenfreude. Getting rid of Beckham was a mistake. Keane, even worse. It’s not only City fans laughing (I can hear them across the rooftops of Manchester), it’s everyone.

Time for the Scottish drunkard to go. Mr. Sacchi? I think there’s a vacancy waiting to be filled.

After doing Ilkley Rocks for a couple of years, it’s become somthing of a straightjacket. There are so many other things I want to write tedious rubbish about. So this is the place to do it. It’s a domain I’ve been using for nothing very much for too long. So now it becomes a domain used for something not much more.

IYSWIM