Lies, Damn Lies and Statistics

Same poll, same question, two papers, two spins.

Good news for Blair, bad news for the Beeb: Guardian;

Good news for the Beeb, bad news for Blair: Financial Times.

Lies, Damn Lies and Statistics

Same poll, same question, two papers, two spins.

Good news for Blair, bad news for the Beeb: Guardian;

Good news for the Beeb, bad news for Blair: Financial Times.

I didn't start the fire...

Anyone who claims to enjoy the current weather whilst living in a city, is a damned liar.

Or mad.

Or Both.

I can just about see that there might be an attraction to it if you are out in the countryside, surrounded by lush greenery and shady trees. Or under a shady brolly on a beach somewhere with cooling sea breezes and a flagon of Pimms.

But in a city? I think not.

Walking along Victoria Street, no one really looks happy, yet many have those smiling faces with glazed eyes that suggests that they feel they ought to be enjoying feeling their brain sizzling like an egg in a Teflon pan.

And then there's the radio weather moron who wittily quips about the 'glorious' weather and how it will be here all week and how we are all enjoying it. Proof indeed that the air-conditioned idiots of broadcasting are truly detached from reality. These same grinning apes are those who read the news that tells us of rail speed restrictions because tracks are warping, of 100F and greater temperatures on the Tube, of water rationing, of hose pipe bans, of record air pollution levels and ozone depletion brought on by the heat. Increased asthma attacks and other chest complaints, hay fever and other allergies. Insect infestation, road rage, queue rage, heat haze, heat stroke, dry wall, dry grit, dry dust, dry mouth, wet skin, sun block, sun stroke, sun burn.Red eyes, red heat, red hot, red zone.

Hypertension.

Pass me the machete. I'm going out to cull the herd.

I didn't start the fire...

Anyone who claims to enjoy the current weather whilst living in a city, is a damned liar.

Or mad.

Or Both.

I can just about see that there might be an attraction to it if you are out in the countryside, surrounded by lush greenery and shady trees. Or under a shady brolly on a beach somewhere with cooling sea breezes and a flagon of Pimms.

But in a city? I think not.

Walking along Victoria Street, no one really looks happy, yet many have those smiling faces with glazed eyes that suggests that they feel they ought to be enjoying feeling their brain sizzling like an egg in a Teflon pan.

And then there's the radio weather moron who wittily quips about the 'glorious' weather and how it will be here all week and how we are all enjoying it. Proof indeed that the air-conditioned idiots of broadcasting are truly detached from reality. These same grinning apes are those who read the news that tells us of rail speed restrictions because tracks are warping, of 100F and greater temperatures on the Tube, of water rationing, of hose pipe bans, of record air pollution levels and ozone depletion brought on by the heat. Increased asthma attacks and other chest complaints, hay fever and other allergies. Insect infestation, road rage, queue rage, heat haze, heat stroke, dry wall, dry grit, dry dust, dry mouth, wet skin, sun block, sun stroke, sun burn.Red eyes, red heat, red hot, red zone.

Hypertension.

Pass me the machete. I'm going out to cull the herd.

Does anyone know the Japanese for..

Ho, Honourable Pillock-san, why, in the name of your ancestors are you and your family standing in a bewlidered clump, blocking the only exit from this Tube Station during rush hour, in temperatures of 98F or so, whilst I, your Humble Servant, wish to exit and am this close to to ripping your arm off and beating you to death with the soggy end?

Any help would be appreciated.

Does anyone know the Japanese for..

Ho, Honourable Pillock-san, why, in the name of your ancestors are you and your family standing in a bewlidered clump, blocking the only exit from this Tube Station during rush hour, in temperatures of 98F or so, whilst I, your Humble Servant, wish to exit and am this close to to ripping your arm off and beating you to death with the soggy end?

Any help would be appreciated.

(no subject)

One good thing about the hot Summer weather is that it reminds you that certain recording artistes exist.

Radio 2 earlier on played a song which prompted me to dig out Sam Cooke's Greatest Hits.

Now when the Kids of Today (tm) call something R'n'B, they should stop, think and then go and listen to R'n'B proper. Break yourself in easy with early Beatles covers and then once you have the feel for the genre, go back to Mr Cooke.

This is what it's all about.

(no subject)

One good thing about the hot Summer weather is that it reminds you that certain recording artistes exist.

Radio 2 earlier on played a song which prompted me to dig out Sam Cooke's Greatest Hits.

Now when the Kids of Today (tm) call something R'n'B, they should stop, think and then go and listen to R'n'B proper. Break yourself in easy with early Beatles covers and then once you have the feel for the genre, go back to Mr Cooke.

This is what it's all about.