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| Work need not detain us, I went, I saw, I took debit and credit card payments over the phone. To think that money has now been reduced to a spoken instruction, a little trust, and an electronic impulse. One of these days Gordon Brown is going to stand up in the House of Commons and announce: "with permission Mr Speaker, I must tell all honourable members that no-one believes that money actually exists any more: anything that once existed has disappeared off the Stock Exchange. I am today instituting a new economic policy whereby I will secure for the workers by hand or by brain the full fruits of their industry and the most equitable distribution thereof that may be possible upon the basis of the common ownership of the means of production, distribution, and exchange, and the best obtainable system of popular administration and control of each industry or service." Leaving that aside, as there only appears to be me, thee and Radueriel surfing, I have to confess I made a visit to the pub this evening, and I do feel much the better for it. Above is a photo from me tonight at the always welcoming Lord Moon of the Mall. The hard edges of six-and-half hours Council Taxing were agreeably rounded off by a little alcoholic lubrication, and I feel almost human again. Something else that helps relieve the stress of the high-finance money market that is the collection of Council Tax is the wonderful Collapse, a completely addictive computer game, courtesy of Yahoo. Just click on the little matrices above to find it. I never thought that I would get hooked on computer games, but here I am, completely frustrated that I am unable to get beyond Level 9. You have to destroy a structure that is built up of differnent coloured blocks by clicking on them when three of the same colour appear at the same time: but of course, it's not that simple- the whole thing speeds up, some of the blocks change colour, and then bombs appear that you can explode to the accompaniment of a pleasing sound-effect. Unlike many arcade games, you don't get three lives, so you have to constantly battle to keep the one you've got; you have to keep your eye all over the place as the clucking sound-effects and klaxons warn you of impending disaster before your inevitable destruction. It's the computer game Jean-Paul Satre would have designed had he not been too busy writing Huis Clos and knocking off Simone de Beauvoir. |
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| CLANGER |
| IN NET SEX CAM SHAME by S.DRAGON |
| sad: Clanger naked & on line |
| In what may be a death-knell to his career on the popular website Mike's Very Sad Little World, Clanger can be revealed to be a sordid internet webcam SEX PERVERT. A Miss Iron-Chicken (35), speaking to the Sun today told of how Clanger (24) began on-line friendship with her only for it to beome a DEPRAVED and LUSTFUL excuse for Clanger to "pluck" her over the worldwideweb. Clanger's long-time business associate, Mike St John Hancox (27) would only comment: "Clanger has been under a great deal of strain Miss Iron-Chicken at home yesterday what with the increasing scarcity of blue-string pudding, but I cannot condone his behaviour, even though he is a fully grown Clanger. I have been seeking to wrest control of Mike's Very Sad Little World from Clanger for a considerable period of time, and we may now have to review our contractual relationship". Confused Miss Iron-Chicken conceded she had put up with Clanger's on-line sexual demands for nine months before she decided to tell all. "I'm a respectable Iron Chicken," she said, speaking from her smart semi-detached nest not far from the Small Blue Planet "I don't know why I went along with it but it was almost as if I was under his influence and couldn't say no." |
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| Clanger, fully clothed for this publicity shot |
| Full sordid story: pages 2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 & 10 |
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| Things to do in Ealing when you feel brain-dead #67 Some years ago, some bright spark in the Council Offices of the London Borough of Ealing must have allowed the developers of the graceless Arcadia Shopping Centre to install the glockenspiel you can see depicted on the right. I 'd quite like to shake this guy warmly by the throat: every quarter hour it rings out some out-of-tune ditty, reminding me I'm late again, or else that I need to get back to the office. It looks as ugly as it sounds and I'm only sorry that the Real IRA chose to blow up a car a couple of hundred yards further up the street rather than outside this monstrosity. Philistines as well as terrorists! |
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| I think that the original plan was that I would talk about some of the books I had read over the last week or so as the week has been such a disappointment, not that I was really expecting anything else: I got up late.,and then spent half a lifetime at North Acton Tube Station; work was not much more interesting than that. |
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