Greasy Pole? Is that summink to do with that Spearmint Rhino?
Having decided that, close to election time as we are, I would ignore politics entirely for at least six months, the little Rousseau in my head (no, not a manifestation of extending mental health problems) roused this bit of the lumpen proletariat from its slumber again. First of all, I am disenfranchised, since to vote abroad, you need to get you form signed by a British national who has known you for a long time and also lives in your foreign land. Wives are not appropriate signatories, it would seem.
So, in my quest for enfranchisement, I contacted my MP, Claire Ward (see Mules passim), who, as usual offered no assistance. This came as no surprise. What in fact stirred me from my coma was her acting on another issue altogether. The first time I have noticed her do anything was when she rose from her usually cold back bench to fire bigears Clarke a cunning curveball. "If someone is under house arrest, what will the people who live with them do?"
Sterling work, Claire: you're worth every penny, love. Sad I won't be able to vote for you in May.
I also noticed that Jade Johnson is helping the London Olympic bid. For those of you who don't know, she is Britains best female long jumper. And I think they should be making more use of her. Why? Well, work it out for yourself.
Face of London 2012:
OR: Face of London 2012:
Go figure.
The Don
Don Giussani, I meant. Don Giovani inspired Italinas in an altogether differnt way!
By dread I'm inspired, by fear I'm amused?
Looking forward to returning to the newly totalitarian England. Oh, we're not allowed to compare Clark and Goebells, are we, cos Goebells was like,proper evil, whereas Charles is just stoopid.
Here Don Giovanni, inspirer of Italy's Catholic Youth has died, but everyone is praying forthe Pope.
I have been listening exclusively to Nick Cave, and mostly to the Carnie, so excuse my apprently fragile mental health.
I might cross Nuneaton borough on a Vespa and see if it enpowes me to revolutionary greatness...
Guess who's back?
Been a touch busy for blogging, and a touch busy for anything long now, but here is the nooz:
I am in the UK from the 2nd to the 7th of March. Hurrah!
It is snowing in Venice, which is nice.
I recieved an invitation to the wedding of Sarah Maria to Captain Jonathan Charles Bramall RAMC. This did not come as a surprise, but one part of the instructions to guests did:
"Please could you not wear a sword unless you have been invited as we will have limited space to secure them."
Anyone know where I could lay my hands on a mace?
Funny way to celebrate
A wales fan told his drinking buds that if they beat England at rugby on Saturday, he would cut his own balls off.
A man of his word, it seems.
Happy Pancake day to all, and, Kung Hei Fat Choi for tomorrow.
Simon has got me going
His response on his blog to my comments about the Holocaust have provoked some thought. Sadly nothing verycoherent as yet. Still, more will follow on that when my brain starts working.
On a lighter note, it is Carnival week in Venice. Gets the anthropologist in me revving up. Masked balls? Status inversion? Gold book: weren't they? Paupers as princes, didn't they? And all the English could think about was food, wasn't it?
Also, my review of Venice is now proudly displayed at www.urtheory.co.uk. It was written in more tourist infested times, and I'm not sure that is what I think now, but still...
I am off to find a recipe for the perfect pancake. You can take the man out of England, blahblah blah...
