… where, it seems, very fat men with beards and skirts are DJs, very thin men with beards and skirts are gogos, and semi-wrapped Egyptian mummies with not very much hair at all are barmen. Since it seems increasingly unlikely that I will ever be a daddy, maybe it’s time to ditch the dress and…
And no one took a blind bit of notice. Check Sandmonkey. Takes a while to crank up a mob… (Meanwhile, the Romans are reported to be about to invade again unless we ban this. The druids are unhappy, too, and they know where my house lives.)
I fear commissar Franco Frattini is not thinking of protecting radical anythingarianism when he proposes introducing self-censorship in Europe. Franco (that man gets everywhere!) has taken this new-old approach to quite an extraordinary degree on his personal site. Dear Boris, Mr Frattini is from the Italian right, friends of freedom indeed…
I was cycling to a barrel organ meeting last night when I passed a group of Moroccans, one of whom threw something at me while another shouted “Nigger!” If I’d been slightly more awake, I’d have done a bit of ironic chromatic inversion on Blake.
It has been suggested that I post a Danish flag on this page. Unfortunately I don’t do flags, but this page is already pretty red-and-white and there’s a decapitated me floating top-right to demonstrate my sympathies. Some have succumbed, however.