Ah, sweet irony

Personally, I think there are few things funnier than irony, and the story of the politician caught speeding by the camera he bought for the local police force is funnier than most.

Warped, but still somehow pure comedy.

Similarities

It’s been one of those days. And on those days I end up watching garbage TV like BBC’s “Spooks“. In fairness, it’s not too bad – complete garbage, but at least it’s fairly well constructed garbage. However, while they’re playing at being lawyers etc., Joe Bobblehat here notices that they’re using the exact same rooftop as Trust did late last year.

Always nice to see the BBC saving some money from the licence fee for once.

Until tomorrow, I’ll just keep moving on

I’d never thought about this before, but the BBC has a piece on a “pet-fostering” service where people can put their pets in order for them to be fostered out to other people. I think it’s a great idea, particularly as (according to the article) one of the things that keeps people in situations of domestic violence is a concern about what’ll happen to their pets.

As a nation, we do tend to be fairly barmy about pets, and in some ways this story illustrates that perfectly. That someone who is getting assaulted by their partner is prepared to put up with that because if they leave, the pet will receive the same treatment is slightly barmy, but understandable. Lots of shelters won’t accept animals, so Paws for Kids (a bloody horrible name, but who am I to complain?) helps by taking the pet in for a while, allowing the owner to get themselves out of the violent situation, get sorted out, and then take their pet back.

Regardless of whether it’s completely mad to have this attitude towards our pets, my personal feelings are that if this service helps even one person to get out of a situation involving domestic violence, then it’s a bloody good thing. And it seems like they’re having more than the occasional success story. Fair play to them.

Do you want a Flake with that?

I just couldn’t resist the title, considering the story of the great ice-cream van hijack in Sussex.

Although I must admit that sometimes the idea of stopping the bloody chimes at gunpoint seems like a good idea.

Now that’s more like it

A while back, the UK Government assessed that 2 out of 3 people were in favour of the UK Identity Entitlement Card – but the problem was that no-one believed the figures. So the Government checked them.

Lo and behold, the re-assessed figures are completely different and now 5 out of 7 people are against the idea of a card. not really a surprise, but quite amusing all the same.

Of course, if the programme still goes ahead, it won’t be the first time that the Government has completely ignored the wishes of the public, and it won’t be the last. But it’ll almost certainly be a cock-up.

Oh Christ, it’s started

I promise to not say much more about it, but fuck me dead, is it that time of the year already? Bloody Wimbledon. Two weeks (well, actually about a week to ten days) of Tim Henman this, Tim Henman that – he’s the new hope for UK tennis. And he’ll go out in the quarter-finals. As always.

I’d rather stick pins in my eyes than watch Wimbledon. Tennis is, for me, second only to football in sheer tedium. One year I’ll get my timing right, and sod off to Outer Mongolia or somewhere for the two weeks of Wimble-fucking-don, and with luck not hear a word about it.

But this year I didn’t get the timing right. (Big Shock) So there’s a choice of Big Brother’s new African chum, keffing Wimbledon, drecky soaps, or films from the 40’s. Not often I say it, but thank god I’m at work. The evening’s won’t be much better, but at that point I’ve got stuff on TiVo, and DVDs of Donnie Darko, Face/Off, Dark City, and Animatrix, plus the aforementioned Harry Potter. (Which I’m a third through already – sad but true)

Hopefully that little lot will get me through…

Shows how much I cared

I got a semi-spam today – via bastard Friends Reunited, of all things. Turns out that the old boy network from my secondary school has it’s own website – unsurprisingly, it’s fairly shoddy, but such things happen.

The spam-ish was about signing up with the feckers so I could be informed of school reunions. Frankly, the only reason I’d want to be notified is so I knew when to make certain I was nowhere near my hometown. In my own opinion, the cretin who came up with the phrase “schooldays are the best days of your life” either died at 15, or was a complete fucking retard – I hated school with a passion, and would only revisit it to see it being demolished.

Somehow, I don’t think I’ll be a regular visitor at that site…