More From the UK
A quote from yesterday's London times: "The single best way to improve road safety in this country would be to install a six-inch metal spike in the center of everyone's steering wheel." Internalize consequences, baby.
Turns out that one of the five hookers in the Max Mosely F1 scandal (see prior entries) is -- get this -- the wife of an MI5 operative. The operative has been sacked.
Hadrian's Wall is quite cool. We went up north for a long weekend, renting a room in the Castle Langley Hotel and hiking along Hadrian's wall for a few miles. The wall itself is about five feet wide and about four feet tall, but all that remains is the base. In its heyday, the wall was (as I understand it) between fifteen and twenty feet tall and supported by berms, ditches and forts. One can easily imagine being a Roman sentry on the wall, looking to the the north for a horde of invading Picts. Now, of course, all one need worry about is a horde of invading sheep. It's absolutely beautiful territory and a great hiking area.
While on the Underground yesterday, no less than sixty large gentleman boarded my train car. All were wearing the same blue colour in various forms, and most seemed to be two sheets to the wind. Many were shouting what sounded to my untrained ear like "Bwooawdey." After a couple of iterations, I figured out how to parse it: "Blue All Day!" Three of these fine gentlemen were pressed up against me in the crush and felt obliged to shout directly at me, in unison, "BLUE ALL DAY!" Your options:
a) Shout "Blue Is A Bunch Of Fucking Wankers!"
b) Look blank and do nothing.
c) Shout right back "BLUE ALL DAY!"
Turns out that one of the five hookers in the Max Mosely F1 scandal (see prior entries) is -- get this -- the wife of an MI5 operative. The operative has been sacked.
Hadrian's Wall is quite cool. We went up north for a long weekend, renting a room in the Castle Langley Hotel and hiking along Hadrian's wall for a few miles. The wall itself is about five feet wide and about four feet tall, but all that remains is the base. In its heyday, the wall was (as I understand it) between fifteen and twenty feet tall and supported by berms, ditches and forts. One can easily imagine being a Roman sentry on the wall, looking to the the north for a horde of invading Picts. Now, of course, all one need worry about is a horde of invading sheep. It's absolutely beautiful territory and a great hiking area.
While on the Underground yesterday, no less than sixty large gentleman boarded my train car. All were wearing the same blue colour in various forms, and most seemed to be two sheets to the wind. Many were shouting what sounded to my untrained ear like "Bwooawdey." After a couple of iterations, I figured out how to parse it: "Blue All Day!" Three of these fine gentlemen were pressed up against me in the crush and felt obliged to shout directly at me, in unison, "BLUE ALL DAY!" Your options:
a) Shout "Blue Is A Bunch Of Fucking Wankers!"
b) Look blank and do nothing.
c) Shout right back "BLUE ALL DAY!"