Thursday is election day: go out and vote!

Particularly if you are in London.

Tomorrow the question is turnout !

Because in the last set of elections the BNP missed out on getting elected to the Greater London Assembly by 2% and due to the mechanics of the electoral system being used - there is a good chance that this time they might manage to scrape in.

A low turnout is one of the ways that we could end up with a knuckle dragger elected to help govern London. Now I'm not asking for your vote for a particular candidate or other to stop them I'm just asking you to vote for ANYBODY but them.

Put simply - the more people that vote then the more that their vote gets diluted.

So please - if you can then vote !

Cheers

and FYI

http://www.stopthebnp.org.uk/index.php?location=news&art=954

(This is a slightly edited cut and paste from lapineoireuk)

Thursday is election day: go out and vote!

Particularly if you are in London.

Tomorrow the question is turnout !

Because in the last set of elections the BNP missed out on getting elected to the Greater London Assembly by 2% and due to the mechanics of the electoral system being used - there is a good chance that this time they might manage to scrape in.

A low turnout is one of the ways that we could end up with a knuckle dragger elected to help govern London. Now I'm not asking for your vote for a particular candidate or other to stop them I'm just asking you to vote for ANYBODY but them.

Put simply - the more people that vote then the more that their vote gets diluted.

So please - if you can then vote !

Cheers

and FYI

http://www.stopthebnp.org.uk/index.php?location=news&art=954

(This is a slightly edited cut and paste from lapineoireuk)

Bits and pieces

Coming in to work this morning I noticed not one, but two people (not at the same time) wearing Eccleston style leather jackets. I have seen others ion the past couple of years, too. London is either being slowly taken over by Time Lords (it would explain a great deal, not least Boris Johnson and Ken Livingstone), or it is an increasingly popular destination for submariners. With all the immigration from the Baltics, that’s not as unlikely as it sounds, to be honest.

This is all very well, but I am a mite jealous. I still haven’t shrunk enough to be able to wear my leather jacket and button it at the same time. The good work at work - cutting down on snacks and increasing my intake of fruits etc is being undone by my own lack of will power and inability to keep clear of choice lardy morsels at home. Though last night we did have a very tasty chicken casserole that must have been almost negative on its fat content and I managed a bit of exercise too, before collapsing in front of the telly.

On the telly front, we watched the latest House, which is now slowly coming back on stream with the settling of the US writers’ strike and then while Furtle went off to do Furtley things, I took the opportunity to watch a further episode of HBO’s From Earth to the Moon, which I enjoy but which she finds a little slow moving. Only two episodes left; I shall have to find something else to watch solo once I’ve finished that. (We are quite lucky in that we like a lot of the same telly and films, but the downside of this is that when there is only one of us watching the TV we tend to avoid watching episodes of programmes we know the other will enjoy too).

Oh well, I guess I ought to go and do some work. Grumble. I want to leave sharpish tonight: I have to go and vote but I want an hour or so lolling around listening to music before we nip round to the pub for quiz night. With just the two of us now, in the absence of the Colonel, our combined knowledge base has declined just enough to make it most unlikely that we will win ever again, but it is quite fun taking the mickey out of the quiz master.

Later on, I shall sit up with coffee and watch the election results programme. I am a sucker for Peter Snow and his ‘swingometer’.

Bits and pieces

Coming in to work this morning I noticed not one, but two people (not at the same time) wearing Eccleston style leather jackets. I have seen others ion the past couple of years, too. London is either being slowly taken over by Time Lords (it would explain a great deal, not least Boris Johnson and Ken Livingstone), or it is an increasingly popular destination for submariners. With all the immigration from the Baltics, that’s not as unlikely as it sounds, to be honest.

This is all very well, but I am a mite jealous. I still haven’t shrunk enough to be able to wear my leather jacket and button it at the same time. The good work at work - cutting down on snacks and increasing my intake of fruits etc is being undone by my own lack of will power and inability to keep clear of choice lardy morsels at home. Though last night we did have a very tasty chicken casserole that must have been almost negative on its fat content and I managed a bit of exercise too, before collapsing in front of the telly.

On the telly front, we watched the latest House, which is now slowly coming back on stream with the settling of the US writers’ strike and then while Furtle went off to do Furtley things, I took the opportunity to watch a further episode of HBO’s From Earth to the Moon, which I enjoy but which she finds a little slow moving. Only two episodes left; I shall have to find something else to watch solo once I’ve finished that. (We are quite lucky in that we like a lot of the same telly and films, but the downside of this is that when there is only one of us watching the TV we tend to avoid watching episodes of programmes we know the other will enjoy too).

Oh well, I guess I ought to go and do some work. Grumble. I want to leave sharpish tonight: I have to go and vote but I want an hour or so lolling around listening to music before we nip round to the pub for quiz night. With just the two of us now, in the absence of the Colonel, our combined knowledge base has declined just enough to make it most unlikely that we will win ever again, but it is quite fun taking the mickey out of the quiz master.

Later on, I shall sit up with coffee and watch the election results programme. I am a sucker for Peter Snow and his ‘swingometer’.

Unfair

Now see, this is what I am talking about.

I had a decent breakfast - a hearty bowl of cerial with milk, no sugar and a cup of coffee. Nothing too heavy or lardy, but with ostensibly enough fuel to keep me going until lunchtime, when I get to scoff a sarnie and some fruit.

Just now, though I am starving. My stomach thinks my throat's been cut. But I know that if I eat an ounce of anything, my metabolism will use it to create a pound of additional weight, because that's how it works.

Intelligent Design my arse.

Unfair

Now see, this is what I am talking about.

I had a decent breakfast - a hearty bowl of cerial with milk, no sugar and a cup of coffee. Nothing too heavy or lardy, but with ostensibly enough fuel to keep me going until lunchtime, when I get to scoff a sarnie and some fruit.

Just now, though I am starving. My stomach thinks my throat's been cut. But I know that if I eat an ounce of anything, my metabolism will use it to create a pound of additional weight, because that's how it works.

Intelligent Design my arse.

Her Majesty's Civil Service

I don’t know if I have ever mentioned this before, but I have in my possession at work, a Guide to Employment in the Civil Service published, I assume, sometime after 1876 (the latest date I can find in it refers to The Order in Council of February, 1876), but probably before 1880. The latter is a complete guess, but since the book purports to be a guide and gives pay scales for the different civil service jobs open to competition at the time of publication, I would assume they would be updated regularly and the longer it was in print, the greater the need for a date explaining the validity of the scales.

I have learnt a number of interesting things from this guide: the chief clerk to the Inspector of Lunatic Asylums could expect to receive an annual stipend of between £300 and £450 dependent upon seniority; amongst the recommended books for study for a young gentleman wishing to enter the Indian Civil Service was The Hedaya, a Commentary on Mussulman Law, 4 vols and with questions such as “Given a 1/2 –inch square bar of iron 2 feet long, what force would it take to stretch it ¼ of an inch, taking the modulus of elasticity of wrought iron at 29,000,000 lbs?” I should never have landed a job in the Office of County Surveyor (Ireland).

To be honest, I doubt very much that I could land a decent job in the general civil service looking at a typical examination question:

“Define Emotion. Show the dependence of the Emotions on Sensation and on Intellect; and classify them.
Analyse Sympathy. State what it includes; and give its connection with Tender Feeling.”

I might have been able to land a job as an office keeper for the Lunacy Commission, netting me around £100 a year.

Good times.

Her Majesty's Civil Service

I don’t know if I have ever mentioned this before, but I have in my possession at work, a Guide to Employment in the Civil Service published, I assume, sometime after 1876 (the latest date I can find in it refers to The Order in Council of February, 1876), but probably before 1880. The latter is a complete guess, but since the book purports to be a guide and gives pay scales for the different civil service jobs open to competition at the time of publication, I would assume they would be updated regularly and the longer it was in print, the greater the need for a date explaining the validity of the scales.

I have learnt a number of interesting things from this guide: the chief clerk to the Inspector of Lunatic Asylums could expect to receive an annual stipend of between £300 and £450 dependent upon seniority; amongst the recommended books for study for a young gentleman wishing to enter the Indian Civil Service was The Hedaya, a Commentary on Mussulman Law, 4 vols and with questions such as “Given a 1/2 –inch square bar of iron 2 feet long, what force would it take to stretch it ¼ of an inch, taking the modulus of elasticity of wrought iron at 29,000,000 lbs?” I should never have landed a job in the Office of County Surveyor (Ireland).

To be honest, I doubt very much that I could land a decent job in the general civil service looking at a typical examination question:

“Define Emotion. Show the dependence of the Emotions on Sensation and on Intellect; and classify them.
Analyse Sympathy. State what it includes; and give its connection with Tender Feeling.”

I might have been able to land a job as an office keeper for the Lunacy Commission, netting me around £100 a year.

Good times.