My old friend Colin sent me a link the other day to a website called 38 degrees, it is an excellent site that makes it easy to register your signature against intrusive or corrupt legislation. The most recent link informs us of the latest attempt by the government (Labour tried it a few years back) to implement a law that assumes that we are all guilty of being sex offenders or potential terrorists until being proven not guilty.
This is a law ...
My dad had his 80th birthday at Heath End Village hall last night and far from being a cup of tea and a few cakes, it turned out to a night of vintage Lethaby drama that would have had my late mother cursing from the heavens that she had missed out on this epic occasion on the 9th anniversary of her passing. I really did think that everything that could happen in this bonkers family of ours had happened, how naive could I be?
The evening ...
Because I anticipated vitriol, I decided not to comment on Fabrice Muamba until I knew he was going to survive, but now it is obvious he will, I can ask this question. What is it with the British public and their obsession with the prospect of having someone to mourn? Of course, as it happens, Muamba let his adopted nation down last week by having audacity to survive a massive heart attack courtesy of, not a miracle as some are stating, but ...
One thing I have really started to dislike on Facebook lately are re-posts, they are like a modern day chain letter..........re-post this if you don't what to die of a hideous illness, re-post if your love our boys in Afghanistan, re-post this if you don't want your kids interfered with by a Catholic Priest...re-post this if you thing we should bring back hanging etc etc etc. I try to ignore them, but I also have a perverted streak in me that ...
Lending to the theory that cheats never prosper, I took a trip to watch Reading play at Peterborough last night and I got my just rewards on an evening when nothing went to plan. Horrendous traffic on the M3 around the M25 and all the way up the A1 meant that George and I arrived about forty five minutes before kick off, just enough time to get bored to death by some oddball Peterborough fan whose daughter once played for Tottenham Ladies FC. ...