Commiserations

The below-mentioned celebratory dance was rapidly curtailed though by news of the death of Sir Denis Thatcher, husband of the Iron Dominatrix.

Possessed of a demon wit, and also the long-running butt of the “Dear Bill” letters in Private Eye, he always managed to stay out of the firing line, and never contradicted Maggie in public – although I’m sure he did in private. Definitely an unsung hero of the 80’s.

Celebrations

Can I just say that I’m utterly pleased to hear that the Ginger Twat™ lost his court case? In fact, a little celebratory dance was done in the office in recognition of this fact.

Read all about it

Over in the Grauniad, there’s an extremely good column about the Daily Misogynist Mail losing it’s way over recent months. It seems that ever more people are noticing that as a paper, it’s viewpoint is now slightly to the right of Hitler, and getting further out there every day.

It’s interesting for me, because I used to read the rag – out of the tabloids, it used to be one of the better ones, so long as you could distill your way through the hype, bigotry and north-south divide bollocks that seemed to smoke from it’s pages. Of course “best out of the tabloids” is similar to “which serial killer would I prefer to be killed by”, which is why I now rarely buy it at all.

I’ve been migrated

Yes, I’m now on the new blogger malarkey. Not that many differences that I can see so far (although it does look nicer) so just see how it goes.

UPDATED : Further thoughts on new blogger.

• First – it seems OK on multi-edits to me, Jane.
• Second – fuck me, the post reference numbers are twice the length. That’s knackered the layout on Haloscan, for sure.
• Third – why are my italics now coming out in red?
• Fourth – nope, it still hates Opera. Quelle surprise.