It’s an old post, but you can never be reminded too often of the short hop between God and pork product. (le poulet noir)
Month: January 2005
Whole hazelnuts, oh!
ITV’s show Vote for Me – a sort of pol idol, where a three-person panel quizzes people who want to stand as MPs – has been shunted to a graveyard slot at 11 p.m., but is still a fine example of down-the-pub politics. Notable horror: Rodney Hylton-Potts, the soi-disant cabbies’ friend, whose policy is to reduce the population of the UK by 30% through ending immigration and (all together now) leaving the EU.
The story of waves
Following on from the terrible tsunami, the New Yorker recalls a fascinating and beautifully-written article from the 1950s about waves, both regular and tidal.
The Holy Grail chatter that
The Holy Grail chatter that has resulted from the Da Vinci code has spread to an unlikely location – the county of my birth. The Guardian has an article in today’s supplement about claims that the Holy Grail itself is buried somewhere beneath the sleepy market town of Hertford. There is a slightly more manic article here.
Bush fatigue
I think I may have Bush fatigue. I’ve just been reading a post and comments on MetaFilter, and I wasn’t able to work up any sort of outrage or disgust at all, even though the US administration is flying a kite about indefinite imprisonment without trial. It wasn’t that I approved, just that I wasn’t horrified that a civilised country could act that way.
Perhaps the Bush administration has gone ultrasonic, and passed beyond the normal range of outrage, so that normal human beings can’t hear it any more.