Chairman Mao "on balance did more good than harm". I love Michael Portillo’s expression of horror/incredulity/hilarity in this clip. Remember people, if Labour win the next election, this woman will probably have an important job in government.
Which UK political party's "Friends of Palestine" group linked to an article saying "no Brit should consider voting Labour as it is run by a Zionist Jew...the time is ripe to cleanse British public life of Zionists and Jerusalemites"? The BNP? No. Respect? No…
The best photograph of a dead sperm whale on the back of a lorry you'll see this week. (Seriously, the only use for a dead sperm whale they can think of is landfill? Ask the Icelanders, they’ll have some ideas.)
Haven’t had one for ages. I’m getting sloppy.
Remember that chemistry experiment from school when the teacher put a small amount of sodium in water? What do you think would happen if some hooligans (or in this case, the US government) chucked ten tons of the stuff into a lake?
We’re well overdue a phligm phlagm post, so here’s a load of links to keep you occupied over Christmas…
It was only a small one (although it squealed loud enough that we thought it was a dying rabbit from the living room). One of two cats brought it in. Big, impressive-looking Kjetil (see userpic) is usually the culprit when it comes to rabbits, but he seemed scared of it. While it was running away from bunn, me and my two wellies* the rat ran towards him and Kjetil dashed out through the cat flap. Yamamayaa on the other hand (our smallest, weediest, but fiercest cat**) went for it and had to be pulled out from under the open dishwasher door. I'm pretty certain that this was Yama's prize. Hunting rats is of course not a bad thing for a cat** to do, but I would prefer that he killed them and ate them outside rather than bringing them into the kitchen to play with them.
* This is by far the best way to catch small rodents that come into the house.
** I say cat. That (literally) isn't entirely true since he's about one eighth Asian Leopard Cat. He may also be about one eighth pit fiend.
I haven’t done one of these for ages! (I’ve been busy, honest.) Some catching up to do:
Am I the only one left wondering why the bloody binmen can't just put them back when they've emptied them...? (Maybe they aren’t paid as much in Preston as they are in Birmingham.)