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A world beyond satire

Workers charged with the murder of colleagues who were shot dead by police, its not rape if the victim is asleep, its illegal to squat in a vacant building but fine to own five homes, steal a bottle of water in a riot and get six months in prison, steal thousands from the public purse and you get to be a Lord or cabinet minister, appoint a minister for the environment who is anti-renewables, an equalities minister who is anti gay marriage, a transport minister who is afraid of flying and top it off with a health minister who believes in homeopathy.   A world beyond satire. Ianucci's The Thick...

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Internet elephants

All public access internet message boards are elephants.  Their only future is death by starvation or explosion. Its human nature's way.

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This glorious mistress

What a wonderful day. Today my mistress weather was in her richest, most bedazzling frock.  A July summer vision of erotic twirls and colour.  The sun shone on the clovered and buttercupped swells of a Wiltshire Plain  full of flitting admirals, snow leopard whites and tigered bugs. Bees buzzed.  There in front was a mesmeric rise of lawn green grasses rippling to a  wedge of cheese coloured corn and an emerald cauliflower of copse sprouting the crest, and all envolped by pale blue skies of an infite distance that became ocean azure overhead. It almost made me take up painting. The sun shone,...

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This diamond world

Don the pin stripes, join the club elite and just lie, cheat, manipulate, steal, preen, gloat, disengage conscience, uncork another  Bollinger and trample everybody else on the way.   The diamond way to success.  No responsibilities, no repercussions, no morality. Welcome to paradise.

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My mistress

In the UK we love our weather.  We talk to it every day. Our tantalising mistress. Here last week the sun scorched on a T-shirt day and rain galed the next while a palette of clouds  rolled over it all.  Blossom is out, the Macs are on, the sun winks and its an English May.  Up walking the plain today the rain spat under grey scudding clouds and a breeze that was not cold nor wind blew soft kisses and tears to the offered cheek.  See.  How we love our mistress weather.

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