Greetings from the underground, terrorist-proof command bunker beneath Eugenides Towers. I'm still recovering from my fury that someone appears to have tried to detonate a bomb in Glasgow when, let's face it, Edinburgh is chock full of far more deserving targets. (Mr E is a Glaswegian exile living, reluctantly, in our nation's capital: and, like any true Glasgow man, he stands ready to perpetrate an outrage against any Edinburgh landmark at a moment's notice.)

Anyway, J Arthur MacNumpty had a couple of comments about the attack in Glasgow. Rachel, who knows whereof she speaks, had a thoughtful piece, too, on the perils of Islamist extremism.

The main political news of the week, prior to the attempted attacks in London and Glasgow, was the stepping out from the frying pan and into the fire that took place on Wednesday. Gordon Brown took over, much to the distress of this young lady: leaving the crowds wanting more, for his part, Tony Blair went off to take up his new role, helping the spread of peace and democracy from Iraq west to the Mediterranean.

Paul Kingsnorth led the plaudits. Justin was not far behind; it would be fair to say that he was not complimentary. Meanwhile, the Quiet Road looks at Lord Goldsmith's role in the run up to the Iraq invasion, and Dan Hardie's thoughtful post recounts a chance encounter with a squaddie on the train to Waterloo.

On a tangentially related subject, did you know that 500 hours of video of George W. Bush has been put online for your perusal, and all without costing the taxpayer a penny piece? Well, it has; Matt Wardman is your portal to weeks of free Dubya, should that be your thing. Even if you're not, though - and who could blame you - Matt's wider point is a germane one: all government publications in the US are, by definition, in the public domain: our own authorities are, almost inevitably, more anal. Why?

Unity gained plaudits throughout the blogosphere for this investigation of one of the US religious right's more controversial imports into this country, the Silver Ring Thing. In all, he had three or four lengthy posts this week about the controversy surrounding the girl in West Sussex who was banned from wearing her chastity ring to school. I don't really see the big deal myself; my recollection of my teenage years was that all schoolgirls had taken a chastity pledge anyway (or at least that was my impression).

Wayne at Central News rounded up his take on June 2007. It's all going to the dogs, I tell you. In fact, if Harry Hutton is to be believed (and if not he, who?), we're already at the dogs:

The country has been going to the dogs for as long as I can remember. But sometime between the Cliff Richard knighthood and Prescott’s promotion to Deputy Prime Minister, I think we can say that we finally arrived at the dogs. And here we all are, at the dogs.

If you seek the dogs, look around you.

What else? Oh yes, the smoking ban, and all that. It was the Nazis' idea, you see.

In fact, the list of things for which we can blame the government is almost endless - for example, TB in badgers. On a similar subject, Natalie Bennett looks at a millennium of farming in Britain.

Continuing the nature theme, a stroll through Provence.

Still on the country theme, and a credulous city man swallows a tall tale about horses. Not that the city itself is any more welcoming, particularly if you've been sent the wrong script.

A book review from Larry Teabag.

Finally, if you want to see sexy pictures of Marge Simpson, take a look here. I won't be joining you: apparently, misogyny is a mental illness - or so says a feminist stand-up comic [insert joke here]. And, now you mention it, my head does hurt...

That's your lot. I'm off to the pub. At all costs, the Scottish way of life must be preserved. If I don't drink heavily and then eat something that has been deep fried at least twice, we're letting the terrorists win, aren't we?