Imbroglio

Good bloody grief. Let me get this clear. Britain honours one of her great writers with one of her great honours, and for some reason, twats who have nothing to do with either literature or Britain, get all aeriated yet again. What tf is wrong with these people?
And you know what? Despite the appalling, and I mean APPALLING reaction from Pakistan, should she ever suffer a horrible natural disaster again, the people of Britain would put their hands in their pockets once again and help them out.
Still think cricket should be off the menu though.

Eesh, I didn't have my specs on and read that Israel were willing to negotiate with Abba. What for I wondered? Don't they have their very own spangly-clad artistes?

So, we're supposed to get all wet around the knickerline because Sarko's appointed a woman are we? Well, not just any woman, but a former synchronised swimmer. But wait! Before you think badly of the French for electing such a silly person (read it with an Antoine de Caulnes accent) she wasn't elected, no, she's in the cabinet, but not elected. Bit like the majority of us on a Friday night then.
And the French National Rugby coach will also be there, he is to be Secretary of State for Sport. Yes, they have a minister for sport. I wonder if they have one for drinking, and if not why not? I think we should be told.
Oh, and you know that thing where I was trying not to interfere in the affairs of state of other countries? Doesn't apply to the French.

Or to President Bush's paltry and pathetic poke at matters environmental. But...it's all a matter of how you word things, had he made a point on his mission statement to no longer be top of the league of polluters, then he would have scored, his simian arms could have shot up in the air and he could have shouted 'goal!' followed by a five minute session of air punching on hearing the news that China has now moved into top polluting slot by virtue of its CO2 emissions. Oh Glory be!

Following my own post about men not being the enemy, and since I am re-writing the teachers' notes to go with our Bees in the Bog programme, I am grappling with how the teachers should deal with the rather moot subject of why the female bees do all the work and they don't even bother to produce many males. In a hive of 50,000, there are just 300 drones. And the problem gets worse! After wrestling with it for a couple of hours, I went to bounce some ideas off Kris, and it seems it all boils down to racial purity. Yes, honeybees are incestuous lady Nazis. I may be better off letting all the mums go home muttering,
'See, it happens everywhere, the women do all the work and all the men want to do is copulate,' which they do at the moment, just not quite as politely as that, and I haven't bothered to point out to either mums or kidlets that the drone only mates once and then his 'nads get ripped out so he dies. Hmm...come to think of it, that may be the answer to yesterday's little problem.

But I can't not comment on the story that Katie Holmes is so far up her own backside that she is 'consulting lawyers' about a would-be porn star who has changed her name to Katee Holmes so that she can pop her cherry online and with maximum attention. Oh! Perhaps I've misjudged the less interesting one, possibly she is just trying to ensure publicity for her copyKat.
Hold that thought.