Friday, 3 July 2009

North Korea launches blitzkrieg


...an advertising blitzkrieg, that is, for Taedonggang beer, the DPRK's premium tipple. I can't speak for the brew, but methinks the advert's production values could do with a polish:



(h/t:BBC)

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Thursday, 2 July 2009

Quote of the Day


Onwards, then, to the second glorious decade of Scottish devolution. Here's Iain Gray, Labour's Scottish leader (Gray, Brown - they're all named after boring colours), extolling the virtues of the pretendy Parly:

"Has it [the Scottish Parliament] made a difference?" he asked rhetorically. "Yes it has. When the Parliament started one in five children in this country lived in poverty. That's now one in three. That's significant progress."

Iain Gray is a mathematics teacher.

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Ten years of devolution in microcosm


So, ten years of the devolved Parliament in Scotland, and our elected representatives could scarcely have chosen a more apt way to mark the occasion.

MSPs have been branded "dishonourable" after almost 50 of them snubbed the Queen and stayed away from the parliament's tenth birthday celebrations. While Her Majesty shrugged off a slight cold to deliver an uplifting speech in the Holyrood chamber, many MSPs went on holiday and others found better things to do.


[...] Just 62 per cent of the 129 MSPs were there, with 48 missing... eight of the 16 MSPs based in and around Edinburgh failed to turn up. Instead, embarrassed parliamentary staff were hurried into the main chamber to fill seats left vacant by MSPs. [...]

Excuses ranged from being on holiday to constituency business, from moving office to family commitments. Some offered sick notes, while many others gave no reason at all.

Conservative Gavin Brown's wife gave birth the night before, while SNP MSP Stuart McMillan's wife was expected to give birth on the day.

Fair enough, and congratulations to Gavin and his wife. Not everyone, mind you, can claim a similar commitment:

One of the weakest reasons given was by Green MSP Patrick Harvie, who said he was moving his office in Glasgow instead. He was the only party leader to snub the Queen.

Pathetic, Patrick, pathetic. If you're going to indulge in playground republicanism, then at least have the minimal honesty of admitting that you don't want to indulge the monarch. I don't care for the SNP's Christine Graham, God knows, but at least she was open about not attending for political reasons. "Moving office"? Fuck you.

Another Tory, Liz Smith, is in charge of a school cricket tour, while Labour Lothians MSP Lord George Foulkes preferred to be in the House of Lords.

Of course he did; he gets paid to go to the House of Lords and sit with his equally overpromoted chum the Baron Martin of Springburn gorging his fat, florid face, no doubt, with cream pies and vat-sized glasses of sherry.

SNP chief whip Brian Adam – who decided to go on holiday to Argyll – instead complained that MSPs had only received two to three months' notice to make arrangements.


In reality they were told that there would be a special event on 1 July in October last year and had the full details at the beginning of April.

But Mr Adam continued: "This is a parliamentary recess and politicians are entitled to take holidays."

Because you need three months' notice to change your fucking travel arrangements to Argyll. Really, what a fucking shower.

How do these people expect a grateful populace to give thanks for ten years under their wise and benevolent leadership when they can't be arsed to show up themselves? Yes, very apt indeed. At last, albeit several years behind the curve, even our MSPs are showing the level of apathy that their constituents perfected long ago.

Come to think of it, can we not just get them to stay on holiday?

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Wednesday, 1 July 2009

"A 0% rise"


Having spent the past few weeks lying about what will happen to debt and public spending after next year, Gordon has now gone completely postal and started invented new mathematical concepts at PMQs today.

No, I'm not exaggerating:



There just aren't the words for this man.

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Greek smoking ban: predictably half-assed


Well, it's the day they said would never come:

Greece has introduced a ban on smoking in hospitals, schools, vehicles and all public places.


Those who break the new law face fines of up to 500 euros (£428), and businesses risk losing licences after several offences.

Needless to say, this being the old country, they've got the whole thing arse-over-tit. You thought your government was incompetent:

Just one day before Greece is due to introduce strict regulations to crack down on smoking in public places, in line with European Union law, the Health Ministry yesterday still had not issued the official decision explaining the obligations of bars and restaurants.

Late on Tuesday afternoon, after the Health Minister had partaken of a leisurely meal, enjoyed a long siesta and then spent five minutes having a really good, deep and satisfying scratch of his balls, the directive was finally released.

According to the new regulations, bars and restaurants larger than 70 square meters must create separate sections for smokers, while owners of establishments smaller than 70 square meters must decide whether to declare the premises exclusively smoking or nonsmoking.

That's correct, reader: the Greek way of "enforcing" a smoking ban is to force pubs and bars to choose either to force people not to smoke, or to declare themselves "exclusively smoking". And I'm proud to say my countrymen have not let me down:

The City of Athens yesterday said that it had received 400 applications from establishments smaller than 70 square meters for the special sticker that will establish them as nonsmoking premises. These 400 bars and restaurants represent about one in 10 of establishments of their size in Athens.

At a stroke, then, by giving out a few hundred no smoking stickers (which will be ignored in the vast majority of cases anyway), the Greek government has created a few thousand "exclusively smoking" pubs. Apparently this is known locally as the "cigar bar license".

What the fuck is an "exclusively smoking" bar, anyway? Are all the patrons required to light up or face expulsion? Can you be warned for slow toking? So now instead of having a city full of smoky bars, you now have a city full of bars who have to maintain a minimum level of air toxicity to keep up appearances. Great work, guys.

"Hey, Stavros, this guy's not inhaling!" "Where?"

Only in Greece.

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Tuesday, 30 June 2009

Spectator vs Liar


Go and read Fraser Nelson's account of what happened when he put up a post at the Spectator, [correctly] accusing the increasingly disgraceful Ed Balls of lying about debt and public spending on this morning's Today programme (below, about 7mins in):



Would that more journalists were willing to go on record with tales of bullying phone calls from shouting ministers.

Fraser's dogged pursuit of Brown's [and Balls'] Big Lie on the public finances over the past couple of months has at times verged on the heroic. As he notes in his post (once Balls has slammed the phone down):

If you're reading this, Ed (and I suspect you will be) then we have a serious point to make. Five years ago, you could lie like this on the radio and get away with it. Space is tight in newspapers, no one would devote hundreds of words and graphs - as we did - to expose a lie for what is. But the world has changed now. Blogging has brought new, hyper scrutiny. Blogs have infinite space, and people with endless energy, to expose political lying - no matter how small. Your claims can be instantly counter-checked, by anyone. If you stretch the truth, you can be exposed - by anyone. And if you plan to base a whole election campaign on a lie, as you apparently intend to do, then you're in for a rude awakening.

Seconded.

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Monday, 29 June 2009

Feeling your age


My friends couldn't imagine their parents using this monstrous box, but there was interest in what the thing was and how it worked. In some classes in school they let me listen to music and one teacher recognised it and got nostalgic.


It took me three days to figure out that there was another side to the tape...

- 13 year-old Scott Campbell road-tests a Walkman for a week.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to find a quiet corner and weep.

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Brown the Builder




Christ Almighty, there's just no respite, is there? These witless fannies are still at it:

Local residents will be given priority over immigrants and people from other areas on council housing queues, Gordon Brown will announce as he attempts to relaunch his flagging premiership today.


In a shift in emphasis on public services which sees central targets replaced by new "entitlements", patients will also receive a legal right to hospital care within 18 weeks, along with free check-ups for the over-40s and guaranteed access to cancer treatments.

In addition, parents are due to receive a "statement of entitlement" telling them what they can demand from their child's education.

The Prime Minister's Building Britain's Future document is designed to underline Labour's continued commitment to public sector reform, which was seen to have drifted under Mr Brown in contrast to the enthusiasm of his predecessor, Tony Blair.

"Building Britain's Future"? Two questions present themselves, I suppose. The first is: Exactly what the fuck have you been doing for the past twelve years, you useless one-eyed flangewipe? It's rather like hiring builders to put a garage onto your house and watching them pull up, dump a pile of bricks on your doorstep and then fuck off for a fry-up. For twelve years. Only you paid in advance, because you're a moron, see? So you've got no leverage, no redress. These guys have cleaned you out like the sucker you are.

Which leads to the second question; why, having seen the pig's tit these people make of everything they attempt, would any right-minded customer entrust any building work to these cowboy politicos ever again? They hang around in your house for weeks on end cracking lewd jokes about your wife and acting like they own the place, they swipe anything of value they can find, and soil every surface they touch. As we speak, they're being investigated for fraud. But still they have the swingers to present you with another bill, three times the estimate, and hope you don't notice that they've put that garage on the fucking roof.

"Building Britain's Future"? Fuck off, Gordon, and stop wasting everyone's time.

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Friday, 26 June 2009

Weighty issues of the day


Fuck off:

Gordon Brown and David Cameron have both said they are "saddened" by the death of pop legend Michael Jackson.


The prime minister's spokesman said the singer's death at the age of 50, after he suffered a suspected cardiac arrest, was "very sad news" for his fans. "This is very sad news for the millions of Michael Jackson fans in Britain and around the world," a spokesman said.

Fuck off.

Mr Cameron said: "I know Michael Jackson's fans in Britain and around the world will be sad today. Despite the controversies, he was a legendary entertainer."

Fuck off.

UPDATE: Harry Hutton:

No display of ass-hattery will be judged excessive in the coming days. If Blair himself read a prayer at Jackson's funeral then led the congregation in an embarrassing dance, I would hardly wince.



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Wednesday, 17 June 2009

Your scribe will be off on further travels for the next week or so, and so blogging levels will be somewhere between Michael Foot and Gordon Brown until the end of next week. Τὸ γὰρ ἡδύ, ἐὰν πολύ, οὐ τι γὲ ἡδύ, as a wise man once said.

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Signs of the coming apocalypse #285


Dispelling a number of nasty national stereotypes, I can reveal that the Scottish National Athletics Championships are sponsored by... McCain's Oven Chips.

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