Cowards and vultures
Tories scupper legislation against ‘vulture funds’.
Our probable next government shows us the kind of guys they are.
Tories scupper legislation against ‘vulture funds’.
Our probable next government shows us the kind of guys they are.
trying to tune in…
This little piggy makes the perfect pet | Life and style | The Guardian.
Don’t like pets, as a rule. But I’d dig me a couple of Micropigs.
Bastards.
In the mobile-free carriage on the train. Woman opposite gets a phone call. People start tutting. She gets up, says ’sorry – I’ve got to move. I’m in the VEGETARIAN coach’ in a tone so scornful that the windows crack and the seats spontaneously combust.
Right…
After conducting a thorough strategic and tactical review of my online presence across all channels After getting bored of my websites and deciding to break things I’ll be making some changes. Photography will move to www.speckunderthesky.com where it will be happy and free and be able to get on with its life. Music is now at www.singularityjones.com/music, where it also will be happy and free and able to get on with its life (singularityjones.com is now set to redirect there). There are some new tracks there, for anyone who’s interested.
I think it’s just getting confused here (when I can even be bothered to update it) and doesn’t allow me to adequately promote either strand, plus it prevents me from posting random witterings and amusing pictures of cats here, which is, after all, the entire point of the blogging phenomenon. This blog will revert to its original purpose, which was supposed to be a workblog/notepad/place for random witterings and amusing pictures of cats. These things will happen either shortly, in the long term, or never. We’ll see.
Sickening. I’ve written to my MP to express disgust, I don’t know how anyone can make any kind of apology or excuse for what’s on camera as a simple act of gutter thuggery from a person who thought that a wearing a uniform would let him get away with it.
That the whole formatting of this has turned into a monumental trainwreck, god knows what’s happened to it, and god knows when I’ll get time to sort it out.
Hayling Island, last week