Party Photo

Knew I’d forgotten something – and that was sorting out some of the photos from the party we went to in Norfolk a few weeks back. This one is my favourite, and seems to just sum up how it all went!

party photo

Perfection

Perfect drink for a hot morning after cycling into work…

A glass of Copella Apple and Blackberry Juice, chilled down so it’s almost frozen. Seriously refreshing – and not loaded with artificial sugars and shite.

Mmmmmmm.


Only

I didn’t know ’til Dragon / my stalker said about it, but the video to the new NIN single, “Only” was shot by none other than David Fincher, of “Se7en” and “Fight Club” fame.

And it’s bloody good.


Bomb responses

I’m hard put to decide which of these two responses puts it better…
First there’s Ken Livingstone, a man I find myself respecting more and more as time goes on. His statement: (The full thing here)

I want to say one thing specifically to the world today. This was not a terrorist attack against the mighty and the powerful. It was not aimed at Presidents or Prime Ministers. It was aimed at ordinary, working-class Londoners, black and white, Muslim and Christian, Hindu and Jew, young and old. It was an indiscriminate attempt to slaughter, irrespective of any considerations for age, for class, for religion, or whatever.

That isn’t an ideology, it isn’t even a perverted faith – it is just an indiscriminate attempt at mass murder and we know what the objective is. They seek to divide Londoners. They seek to turn Londoners against each other. I said yesterday to the International Olympic Committee, that the city of London is the greatest in the world, because everybody lives side by side in harmony. Londoners will not be divided by this cowardly attack. They will stand together in solidarity alongside those who have been injured and those who have been bereaved and that is why I’m proud to be the mayor of that city.

In the days that follow look at our airports, look at our sea ports and look at our railway stations and, even after your cowardly attack, you will see that people from the rest of Britain, people from around the world will arrive in London to become Londoners and to fulfil their dreams and achieve their potential.

They choose to come to London, as so many have come before because they come to be free, they come to live the life they choose, they come to be able to be themselves. They flee you because you tell them how they should live. They don’t want that and nothing you do, however many of us you kill, will stop that flight to our city where freedom is strong and where people can live in harmony with one another. Whatever you do, however many you kill, you will fail.

The other one is from The London Review’s letter to terrorists :

What the fuck do you think you’re doing?

This is London. We’ve dealt with your sort before. You don’t try and pull this on us. Do you have any idea how many times our city has been attacked? Whatever you’re trying to do, it’s not going to work.All you’ve done is end some of our lives, and ruin some more. How is that going to help you? You don’t get rewarded for this kind of crap.

Because if this is a message to Tony Blair, we’ve got news for you. We don’t much like our government ourselves, or what they do in our name. But, listen very clearly. We’ll deal with that ourselves. We’re London, and we’ve got our own way of doing things, and it doesn’t involve tossing bombs around where innocent people are going about their lives.

And that’s because we’re better than you. Everyone is better than you. Our city works. We rather like it. And we’re going to go about our lives. We’re going to take care of the lives you ruined. And then we’re going to work. And we’re going down the pub.

So you can pack up your bombs, put them in your arseholes, and get the fuck out of our city.


Visa – a thought

Yes, over the weekend I wrote that post about the limbless child who’d been granted a visa. And I made a right spud of half the typing in it, as observed by Dvd.

I could have gone back and edited it so I’d typed everything correctly, and sorted it out.

Instead, I went with Scary‘s style, and limited myself to saying “Oh, Spoons” and left it at that.

So there.


Helmets

BSAG has written today about whether it should be made compulsory for cyclists to wear ‘safety’ helmets, which is, of course, something I’m currently fairly interested in. Since buying the new bike back in April (which also means I’ve now been cycling for three solid months – Gods, it feels a lot longer than that!) Herself has insisted that I wear a helmet. And I do so.

Now, I’m not one of these people who gives a toss really about whether or not I look like a knob. My genetic heritage has ensured that I manage to look like one most of the time without even trying, let alone worrying about acoutrements that might help the cause. But I find I don’t like wearing the bike helmet at all. Appearance isn’t an issue. I find I don’t like the way the straps work, or where they’re placed, and personally I feel that some of the “functions” of the helmet actually increase the risk when wearing it.

Primarily, the straps vibrate in any form of wind. Of course, on a bike there’s always a breeze going past, and so the vibrating straps set up a hum in the ears that can block out the sound of a car approaching from the rear. (and has, on several occasions) It doesn’t help that I’ve got ears that stick out, making my head resemble a taxi with both doors open, which of course adds to this problem.

I don’t feel invincible wearing a helmet – Bracknell’s drivers go a long way towards reminding me that a helmet is no protection against a fuckwit bastard in a BMW – and I don’t take unnecessary risks. (well, not too many, anyway) Do I think the helmet would do me any good at all in an accident? No, probably not.

I realise that there are circumstances where a helmet probably does help. But they’re more in the instances of “falling off” rather than “hitting something”. And in thos I’d probably be just as well off with a pair of decent bike gloves to stop me grinding my hands to shit. I’ve also been watching the Tour De France over the last week, and in both of the “big” accidents I’ve seen, most people didn’t come anywhere even close to landing on their heads, instead sliding down the road on hip/thigh/arm. When riding in the TDF though, I can see the point of the helmet for one thing – when there’s a big accident, you get other bikes landing on you too, and that’s when the helmet is useful for protection. But that’s not a “normal” bike-riding circumstance.

I’ll keep on wearing one, as Herself thinks that it helps, and if she’s less concerned about me on the bike then that’s fine with me. But no, I personally don’t feel it does me any positive favours at all. I’m sure I’ll reassess that as and when I have an accident (I don’t intend to have one just to find out, but well, law of averages and all that jazz) and in the meantime I’ll minimize the chances I’ve got of having an accident.

But, as BSAG says, a helmet and minimizing the risks has no effect in comparison to better bike routes, and drivers that actually pay attention to other road users.


Utterly Knackered

The fete went fine – the balloon race was a nightmare to handle, but was successful all the same. Lucky Dip and Candyfloss are always big sellers though, so we did pretty well.

Father’s birthday meal at The Old Fisherman was great, and all went well.

We got back at midnight, and then had to be in London for the Christening by 9.45, so we’d left the house by 8.30.

In short, we’re knackered. Utterly, totally knackered. So don’t expect much today, and instead there’ll be stuff tomorrow. Probably.