Monday, July 14, 2008
Sombre news:
An Australian woman - reputed to be the world's oldest internet blogger - has died at the age of 108, officials say.
Olive Riley had posted more than 70 entries about her life since she began her blog in February 2007. She shared her thoughts on modern life and experiences of living through the entire 20th Century, including two world wars and the Great Depression.
With her passing, the world's oldest blogger now lives in Portugal.
Labels: Humour, Navel-gazing
Some cracking Holyrood chat
A few days behind the times, I wholeheartedly recommend that you head over to the splendid "Crap Holyrood Chat" blog - which is always worth a visit - for this superb counterexample; a cracking speech given by Mike Russell MSP, the SNP's Environment Minister.
I would normally give a minister pelters for displaying such brazen contempt for the parliamentary process, but given that the object of his disdain on this occasion is Robert Brown, a Lib Dem MSP so hypnotically, apocalyptically dull that he makes Alistair Darling look like a speed-addled cross between Lee Evans and Liberace, I instead applaud him without reservation.
The Minister for Environment (Michael Russell): I find myself in some difficulty, because the opening sentences of my speaking notes say:"This has been a very valuable and useful debate. I welcome the contributions and views that have been expressed".I publicly dissociate myself from that opinion. This has not been a "valuable and useful debate." It is of some significance that not one member has declared an interest - because there has been no interest in the debate. Outside the chamber, there will be no interest in the debate. By insisting on holding this debate, Robert Brown has succeeded in wasting everybody's time. Labour members have been very cute - they knew that first of all.
Robert Brown rose—
Michael Russell: No, Mr Brown, do not waste any more of my time. My keynote for this summing-up speech is just to get through it.
At the start of the debate, only three out of 16 Lib Dem members were present. They were not going to have Mr Brown wasting their time. Mr Chisholm did worse - only six out of 41 Labour members were in the chamber for the start of the debate. Even Mr Fraser managed just three out of 16. Those absent members knew that this afternoon's debate was pointless. It was a pointless occasion, and it was one of those occasions that do the Parliament no good whatever. Let us be ruthlessly honest about it: this was political theatre for those who are paid to be here. The debate had no other meaning.
David Whitton: Will the minister give way?
Michael Russell: No, I will not give way. My intention is just to get through this. I just want to get through it and go home. Just understand that, all right? [Interruption.]
The Deputy Presiding Officer: Order.
Mr McAveety: On a point of order, Presiding Officer. Is it appropriate for a minister, in responding to a debate, to say that he is here only "to get through it"?
Michael Russell: Yup.
The Deputy Presiding Officer: That is for the chamber to judge.
Michael Russell: It is appropriate for ministers to tell the truth, which is what I intend to do...
Do go and enjoy the whole transcript.
Labels: Humour, Pearls 'midst the dross, SNP
"Look upon our gurgitators, ye Mighty, and despair"

I am indebted to the mighty Andrew Sullivan for pointing me in the direction of this: a brilliant, brilliant article from 2006 exploring the world of "America's fastest-growing sport" - competitive eating.
In fifteen minutes the championship will be decided. It’s an eating contest. Whoever eats the most grilled-cheese sandwiches in ten minutes wins $3,500. The prize pot has attracted some of the world’s top competitors - people who eat under the banner of the International Federation of Competitive Eating, or IFOCE. They consider themselves professional athletes.
Guys like Eric "Badlands" Booker, a 420-pound subway conductor, rapper, and world champion in the doughnut, corned-beef-hash, and cheesecake disciplines. "Hungry" Charles Hardy, who just half an hour ago had his right biceps tattooed with the initials IFOCE. Ed "Cookie" Jarvis, a Long Island real-estate agent who embroiders his numerous eating titles onto a gargantuan flowing robe with his portrait airbrushed on the front, flanked by a lighting bolt. Rich and Carlene LeFevre, the First Couple of competitive eating - a pair of sweetly manic retirees from the outskirts of Las Vegas. Carlene is a consistent top-five finisher, and Rich, nicknamed the Locust, holds records in Spam (six pounds in twelve minutes), chili (one and a half gallons in ten minutes), and corny dogs (eighteen and a half in ten minutes).
America’s greatest eater is also here. Sonya Thomas. Five foot five, 103 pounds. She calls herself the Black Widow, because she gleefully devours the males. Her eating titles are so numerous that promoters list them alphabetically...
I laughed so much my sides hurt. It's a long feature, but do read the whole thing when you have the chance.
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Photo of the day
Via Samizdata, this is Beijing's all-new, Segway-riding anti-terrorist police at a recent photocall.

Even allowing for everything we know about the unsavoury armed wings of the Chinese regime, and their undoubted readiness to shoot you down like a dog in the street as soon as look at you, you have to agree that they still look just a teensy bit stupid.
Labels: Humour, Police, Random observations
Friday, July 04, 2008
Quote of the day
"Approaching [Christopher] Hitchens' prose is like walking into a closet where he has been farting for a week."
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Labels: Humour
Friday, June 20, 2008
The old ones are the best ones...
Much mirth this morning over an unnamed Labour MP quoted by Danny Finkelstein as having spotted an upside to the devastation we are wreaking on the planet:
The one good thing about global warming is that as the waters rise, Hazel Blears will drown first.
Regular readers of this blog will, of course, recognise this cracking gag from May 2007 - though I suppose it's theoretically possible that some may have read it in Matthew Parris' column in the Times that day as well. In that telling of the tale too, though, it was anonymously attributed to "a senior member of the Parliamentary Labour Party".
All of which leads me to wonder if Messrs. Parris and Finkelstein were told this zinger by the same man. I rather like the idea of a Labour MP touring the Westminster bars and media drinks receptions, month after month, doggedly telling the same recycled joke in the hope that it will make it into the papers...
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Not just Gordon but also Flash
As Dizzy revealed a few weeks ago, several of Gordon Brown's Cabinet are actually evil, green-skinned, shapeshifting aliens - Skrulls, to use the proper jargon - or at least, according to the new issue of Marvel's "Captain Britain and MI13" they are. But which ones?
Thanks to today's Telegraph (h/t to Bob), we now know the identity of at least one of these devious fiends; in the panel below, our heroic (and not at all indecisive) PM takes personal command of the fight to save Britain from alien invasion.

The Home Secretary a Skrull, eh? I knew there was something about that cleavage that didn't look quite right. "Union Jack" is Straw, obviously, but "Captain Midlands"...? All I can tell you about him, from Wikipedia, is that he is an elderly, "right wing analogue of Captain America... often portrayed as a grumpy old git". Well, that could be half the former ministers out there.
Anyway, tune in next week, when the three remaining Cabinet members - "Cyclops" Brown, "Iceman" Miliband and Hazel "the Invisible Woman" Blears - join forces to do battle against "Galactus, The Devourer of Worlds", who bears a striking resemblance to John Prescott.
Labels: Entertainment, Humour
Monday, June 02, 2008
Bra burning, Al-Qaeda style
Via Harry's Place, I rather enjoyed this:
Muslim extremist women are challenging al Qaeda's refusal to include -- or at least acknowledge -- women in its ranks, in an emotional debate that gives rare insight into the gender conflicts lurking beneath one of the strictest strains of Islam.
In response to a female questioner, al Qaeda No. 2 leader Ayman al-Zawahiri said in April that the terrorist group does not have women. A woman's role, he said on the Internet audio recording, is limited to caring for the homes and children of al Qaeda fighters.
His remarks have since prompted an outcry from fundamentalist women, who are fighting or pleading for the right to be terrorists.
Might I gently suggest that if you are that keen on equal rights for women, you might possibly be in the wrong outfit?...
Saturday, May 31, 2008
A great spot...
...by the Spectator:
Consider this from the venerable Times of India on Saturday:"The Guardian is far to the Left of not just the Tories but also of New Labour, the paper's constituency seemingly that of the "Londonistan" of mullahs and minarets. The Guardian used to be called the Manchester Guardian; today it might well be called, by fans and foes alike, the Madrassa Guardian."
Zing!
Labels: Humour, Idiotarians
Friday, May 30, 2008
Basic instinct
A hitherto undiscovered tribe in the Amazon reacted badly to an overflight by the Brazilian government:

The pictures, taken from an aeroplane, show red-painted tribe members brandishing bows and arrows.
The photos were taken during several flights over one of the most remote parts of the Amazon rainforest in Brazil's Acre region. They show tribe members outside thatched huts, surrounded by the dense jungle, pointing bows and arrows up at the camera.
The Brazilian government says it took the images to prove the tribe exists and help protect its land.
That is a worthy cause, no doubt about it; but it is heartening to see that it is not only right-wing bloggers who react badly to snooping by the authorities. Telling the government to fuck off and mind its own business is clearly one of the oldest reflexes known to humanity, and I'd submit it's certainly one of the healthiest.
"Primitive" they may be, but give them credit; this mob clocked the bureaucrats coming round for another look, and made the instant judgement to open fire on them. Can't we all admire that? Haven't we all had the urge to fire a bow and arrow at officialdom now and again? And who, finally, can blame them?
Good on you, guys...
Labels: Humour, Random observations
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Gordon Brown: Moving Britain Forward
I'm grateful to Johnathan Pearce for pointing me in the direction of Dominic Hilton's quite hilarious review of Moving Britain Forward: Selected Speeches of Gordon Brown, 1997-2006.
Each speech is introduced a minimum of twice, sometimes more. First by a celebrity - like Kofi Annan, J. K. Rowling and someone calling herself Al Gore - and then by the book's editor, Wilf Stevenson, who does a sterling job of both shamelessly Brownnosing and (working on the assumption that nobody but a desperate reviewer is ever actually going to read the darn speeches) telling you precisely what's in the chapter you are about to use as a sleep aid.
Before admitting howin transforming what were live events into print, some of the colour and texture of the original have been lost,Stevenson suggests that it ishard not to be inspired by the passion of [Brown's] convictions, the coherence of his vision and the rigour of his arguments.Hard, but possible.
Do read the whole thing; it's priceless.
Monday, May 19, 2008
John McCain does Saturday Night Live...
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Brown gets something right, for once
Nice to see Dave wishing Rangers well at PMQs today, and using the occasion to take a swipe at John "Rambo" Reid, who is now the chairman of Celtic, much to the voluble displeasure of some of their supporters. Even I would not have wished such a fate on them...
And a relief to Rangers fans, too, that Gordon Brown will not be attending tonight's UEFA Cup final in Manchester - he is, famously, a curse on every team he goes along to support...
UPDATE: Even the good wishes were enough to sink 'em...
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
"Looks like we've overdone it with the sherry"
Reminiscent of the old Castlemaine XXXX ad (below), this story from Oz:
A driver has "shocked and appalled" police after he stared them "blankly" when they caught him with a seatbelt around his slab of beer - but not on the five-year-old boy sitting next to it.
Constable Wayne Burnett said he was "shocked and appalled" when he pulled over the Holden Commodore on the Ross Highway south of Alice Springs on the weekend. [...] "He didn't get it," Const Burnett said. "I asked him about the fact the child was unrestrained and the beer was, and he said he didn't know anything about it."
Const Burnett said there were five people in the car, including the child, along with the 30 pack of beer.
"There were four adults in the car, two in the front seat and two in the back seats and in between those adults there was the carton of beer strapped in with the belt," he said. "The child was sitting in the lump in the centre, unrestrained."
A certain warped magnificence in that.
Labels: Humour
Monday, May 12, 2008
Hillary's Downfall
Deeply indebted to Brian Monteith for this extreme childishness. The writer would, I suspect, make a top swearblogger.
Labels: Election '08, Humour
Sunday, May 11, 2008
An oldie but goldie...
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Brown: no dummy
You could almost feel sorry for him...
Madame Tussauds has decided against having a Gordon Brown waxwork amongst its world leaders - he dithered over whether to sit for its sculptors and they got fed up waiting for a reply.
"Since then we have had no response and, reflecting the climate after the Government's performance in the recent local elections, our guests have become decidedly split about whether we should feature Mr Brown at all," general manager Edward Fuller said.
Could they not stick him in the Chamber of Horrors?
UPDATE: Madame Tussauds are having an election to decide if GB will make it in. Go and vote.





