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October 26, 2004

Sniff

It's being said in many other places I'm sure, but Goodbye Peely.

Very sadly missed. And I look forward to the Home Truths where people send in stories about how Home Truths changed them.

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Symmetry

Meant to post this yesterday, but it's wierd to think that nine months ago vicky and I were becoming parents. Nine months in, nine months out. A strange journey, but one that has been so worthwhile - getting to know a truly fabulous little person.

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October 19, 2004

Festive?

Never mind the bright-red branding or floods of cards on display. I have my own personal, happy, way of knowing that Christmas is coming...

As of 9pm last night I can report that Satsumas are now on sale in Sainsburys.

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Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong

So apparently lemon-sucking donkey-faced defence secretary Geoff Hoon has said that we have to send Our Boys into help in the north of Iraq because "We have a duty to the US".

Er, no, we don't.

Geoff, as a politician, you may feel you have, but we the public don't, and neither do the army.

We sent them in there, if you include all the possible excuses, to either keep Britain and their forces in Cyprus safe, or to create a new democratic Iraq, or to stop those international terrorists.

So the army have a duty to either the British people or to the Iraqi people. They certainly don't to the US government.

Please come back when you've thought it through properly.

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October 12, 2004

Meanwhile, in Northern Ireland

From this morning's 'Today' programme:

The Maze prison is a powefully divisive symbol. Some republicans want it turned into a museum, while some loyalists want it bulldozed. A compromise solution is being investigated.

What's that going to be then? Turning it into a museum and then bulldozing it? Or perhaps a museum for bulldozers?

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October 11, 2004

What would Nigella do?

So, imagine the scene. It's been a lovely weekend, and you're reclining in the living room with the fabulous party episode of 'Green Wing' on for the second time. There's some great food on the table, and you're settling back with a nice glass of red.

But disaster strikes!

An unforeseen and ill-timed coughing incident (or was it a cat, or just plain clumsiness, I can't remember) means a huge great glop of red wine leaves your glass and lands on the sofa cushions.

(Actually, this isn't a complete disaster. The sofa is red. Our cream rug would have been a disaster.)

But you're not fazed. You know what to do. There's already some sauv blanc in the fridge so a quick slosh of that goes over the top. Just time to drop some salt on and you'll be fine.

And then, with a sinking sensation, you realise just how deeply middle class you've become.

Rock salt for salt mills - check.
Maldon sea salt - check.
Bog standard bucket of Saxa - um, nope.

And so for five minutes you would have been party to the sight of me frantically seasoning our sofa from a beautifully designed brushed steel salt mill, while desperately trying to get the screw at the top done up tight enought to produce fine grains.

As they say, never forget where you've come from...

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October 07, 2004

Collage

The list of 'essay' style posts that are in my head at the moment is getting longer and longer, and yet I still don't have time to write any of them. For goodness sake, I've still got pictures of lovely evenings with Ben and Mena Trott and Doc Searls back in July and earlier - both courtesy of Euan - that I haven't put live.

Anyway, for now this Fermat-like 'but the margin is too narrow' will have to excuse my lack of an elegant proof for any of the following.

Phew.

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