"A doctor in Australia used a household drill to bore into a boy's skull and drain it of blood clots as his local hospital lacked the required tools."
Source: BBC News
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
"How can we rip you off today, sir?"
When are corporations going to get the message that we are fucking sick of being ripped off.
After work, I thought I'd check the local rag to see what was showing at the cinema, the cinema that is owned by a big fucking corporation.
Instead of finding cinema times, as are normally published on Thursday, I found an advert from them, stating that if I wanted to find out cinema times, I had to ring a premium rate phone number.
Fuck that. I'll wait until the film comes out on DVD.
After work, I thought I'd check the local rag to see what was showing at the cinema, the cinema that is owned by a big fucking corporation.
Instead of finding cinema times, as are normally published on Thursday, I found an advert from them, stating that if I wanted to find out cinema times, I had to ring a premium rate phone number.
Fuck that. I'll wait until the film comes out on DVD.
Saturday, March 07, 2009
25 Years
Way back in 1984 I was eleven years old and the coal miners of England were on strike. Well, some of them were.
Those who weren't would have their homes targetted, windows broken, grafitti daubed on walls: "SCAB BASTARD" is the one I remember. I wasn't sure what bastard meant at the time, but I knew it was not a nice word. Now, I can't understand how breaking a strike would question one's legitimacy.
The children of scabs would have to have police escorts to school. I'm glad my dad was not a miner. I saw some adults do some pretty hideous things to each other, and worse still, to kids. Even kids did hideous things to other kids, throwing stones at each other, putting excrement in emptied crisp packets and throwing them at each other. These were kids of eight or nine, kids in my class at school. I didn't get involved. My dad wasn't a miner. I hated what was happening. I didn't understand any of it, but I knew it was all wrong.
The riots of that time have been well documented and I choose not to write about them here, since I didn't experience them first hand. But others did:
Those who weren't would have their homes targetted, windows broken, grafitti daubed on walls: "SCAB BASTARD" is the one I remember. I wasn't sure what bastard meant at the time, but I knew it was not a nice word. Now, I can't understand how breaking a strike would question one's legitimacy.
The children of scabs would have to have police escorts to school. I'm glad my dad was not a miner. I saw some adults do some pretty hideous things to each other, and worse still, to kids. Even kids did hideous things to other kids, throwing stones at each other, putting excrement in emptied crisp packets and throwing them at each other. These were kids of eight or nine, kids in my class at school. I didn't get involved. My dad wasn't a miner. I hated what was happening. I didn't understand any of it, but I knew it was all wrong.
The riots of that time have been well documented and I choose not to write about them here, since I didn't experience them first hand. But others did:
Sunday, March 01, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
Push Bar to Open
"You can't stand there. You're blocking a fire exit."
Well, it's always my intention to stand blocking fire exits to ensure that everybody, including me, dies in the event of a fire. I would never simply turn around, open the doors,and leave, running faster than an Olympic athlete on performance enhancing drugs, in the event of a fire.
What steps would I take in the event of a fire?
Fucking big ones.
What steps would I take in the event of a fire?
Fucking big ones.
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