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Katrina and the Waves

31 August 2005

Well well well...as hurricane Katrina leaves a trail of destruction in Southern America, some people seem to think this is the right time to make a quick buck. So there are reports of looting, fights and gunfire in New Orleans as people rob the destroyed stores for everything they can carry.

What is is about people that turns them into primitive beasts as soon as the think layer of organised society is, literally, washed away?

Some parts of the coast in Louisianna are 6meters under water and they fear hundreds may be dead. So why not go to your local jeans store and steal all the jeans you can carry When a reporter asked a man if he was saving things from his own store, he replied: This is everyone's store now.

Excuse me?

Now someone tell me why these people are any better than the looting Iraqis that got arrested and shot right after the fall of Saddam?? If I remember right, these people were declared criminals, insurgents and a danger to society. Well, I wonder if the people in New Orleans will get the same treatment: send them to Guantanamo Bay. That should help them stop looting next time around.

However, it is of course a tragedy that the government will spend more on the war in Iraq than they will spend on rebuilding parts of their own country. I read on the BBC website today that Iraq is already most expensive than Vietnam ever was. Nice.

Hillery Clinton for President I say!
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Laugh of the day

30 August 2005


My sides are splitting at this. There is a whole host of these. I'll try and post some regularly.
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Donate

25 August 2005

"One who saves a single life - it is as if he has saved an entire world"
Pirke D'Rav Eliezer, Chapter 48

It is DoNation week on the BBC. People are encouraged to sign up for the National Donor Register that keeps track of those who would like to donate their organs after their death.

It takes 30 seconds to sign up for this register. Even if you carry a UK donor card it makes sense to sign up as hoispitals can simply download the data fomr this list if they can not find a donor card on somebody's personal belongings. If you think you are already registered but you are not sure: Register again as the system will update your current information.

If you would like to receive organs if you ever become ill, you have no choice but to sign yourself up in case someone else needs your organs after you die. If you take, you MUST be prepared to give.

http://www.uktransplant.org.uk
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Reflections

22 August 2005

The death last week of the former Northern Ireland Secretary Mo Mowlam has sent a little ripple of shock through Britain. Mo Mowlam was the first person ever who dared to go into the Maze Prison and face Loyalist terrorists directly. Legend has it that she walked in, took off her shoes and her wig (she was having treatment for a brain tumour) and said words to the extend of: So, now that I am showing you my true self, you show me your true self.

The result was the Good Friday Agreement that brought, for a while at least, peace in Northern Ireland.

Mo was sidelined by Tony Blair when she deemed unfit for work due to her brain tumour. This has always hurt Mo as she considers it to be malicious lies to help Peter Mandelson get a new job.

Mo Mowlam died after hitting her head when she fell last month. She was in coma for 4 weeks and eventually her husband told the doctors to end food and water so that Mo would die, as she had stipulated in her Living Will. She was only 55.

JD and I have a Living Will. We made one just before JD went into hospital to have her brain tumour removed. Last week we went back to the doctor for the result of the first scan since the surgery. There was still a clear white blob in the brain as they had already said they could not remove the entire tumour. We knew this when we went to the appointment but to actually see on the scans that the thing you are fighting is still there, after the surgery, is somehow disheartening. JD was depressed for the rest of the weekend. Understandably so as things are going really well and are almost back to normal. SO we had sort of 'forgotten' about the whole thing, as much as possible anyway.

She said she did not want to die young and I told her that she may live to be 100 with the tumour. Or, if she is lucky, it may never come back again.

And then Mo Mowlam died. Mo Mowlam who was told she may well live to be 100 with her tumour. Of course we do not know if her tumour was malignant or not. Mo had received chemo therapy and radiation therapy. Both of these things are not on the books for JD as yet.

It turns out that the radiation therapy had damaged Mo's sense of balance and that she was suffering from the onset of dementia.

JD has been reading up on Mo Mowlam all weekend as if to see how big her chances are to end up like Mo Mowlam, dead at 55. I can only try to listen to her and hold her. I can not promise things will be OK . I can not imagine what it is like to have a tumour in your head and the only way you will find out if it is going to kill you is when you get headaches and other symptoms. And there maybe nothing we can do about it but wait until it either does or does not kill her. I think JD can be forgiven for thinking like that when you hear about someone dying of a brain tumour.

I think it would be good for JD to talk to other people who have suffered the same thing. The insecurity must be the worst thing. You just don't know what is going to happen. It is all so fucking random.

And I feel so bloody helpless.

On a nice note: JD and I are going to Holland in October for a weekend. My dad told me yesterday he cannot wait for October to come so that we can all cuddle again. Sweet man. The last time he saw JD was when she was still in hospital just after her surgery. I like the fact that my folks really seem to love JD. They are planning a weekend away for their 35th wedding anniverasy next year and they asked if JD and I would be able to come. I said they should just book it as we are not sure if JD will lbe able to make it, with her doing her Masters Degree and all. My dad said: I am not doing it if she is not here. I want to do it with the whole family (i.e. mum, dad, sister, brother in law and JD and me.). I was touched by that. I know they have liked most of my previous girlfriends but they really seem to love JD. Family support is nice.
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What a surprise!!

17 August 2005

Twat Extraordinaire Tom Cruise is to be married to katie Holmes. Not at all a publicity stunt of course but pure love. So they both had films released at the same time. Coincedence. Of course. Cruise made himself look like an idiot by talking about his wedding all the fucking time. He recently slammed Brooke Shields for taking medication to combat her post-natal depression, claiming that no such thing exists and that if only she would be a Scientologist, things would be better for her.

Yes, THAT Tom Cruise is now looking at cancelling his high profile wedding. Apparently he wanted a massive society thing with press and what have you. His wife to be, who is learning to become a Scientologist, wants a small ceremony that includes her Catholic family. Cruise does not want that. Rumour has it that they are fighting and that this rift may not be one that can be bridged.

Gosh. Are you saying the wedding could be off? Really? What a surprise. Sad though, becasue we almost believed this was a marriage of pure love and not a publicity stunt.

Yeah right.

Tom Cruise must be desperate for publicity to be willing to look like a total twat by jumping up and down a couch saying how much he loves Katie Holmes and then cancel his wedding.

Serves him right. Twat.
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How can this be so true.......?

11 August 2005

Your Birthdate: August 10

Your birth on the 10th day of the month adds a tone of independence and extra energy to your life.

The number 1 energy suggest more executive ability and leadership qualities than you path may have indicated.

A birthday on the 10th of any month gives greater will power and self-confidence, and very often a rather original approach.

This 1 energy may diminish your ability and desire to handle details, preferring instead to paint with a broad brush.

You are sensitive, but your feeling stay somewhat repressed.

You have a compelling manner that can be dominating in many situations.


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Happy Birthday to me!!

10 August 2005

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Iraq

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If the shoe fits...

Americans are up in arms about the new Rolling Stones album. It contains a song with the following lyrics:
"You call yourself a Christian, I call you a hypocrite. You call yourself a patriot, well I think you're full of shit"


And of course they assume this song is about George Bush. Interesting. His name is not mentioned. It is not implied the song is about him. It is just about the Neo Conservative movement that supports Bush. But hey, if they think this song is about Bush, it must be because they recognise his behaviour in those lyrics. And that can only be a good thing. Because that would mean they are finally starting to see Bush for what he really is: A hypocrite who thinks he can just walk all over the world and crush anyone or anything that does not agree with his protectionist, hate-filled, ignorant, economically destroying politics.

Separation of Church and State my arse!

I might even buy the new Stones album. Just to support them. But then again, I don't think they will notice the extra album sold in the UK. And I really don't like their music much at all.
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Becoming a Brit

08 August 2005

I have lived in England for more than a year now. And in that year, I have become a different person. Slowley but surely, I have become a Brit.

How do I know this?

Well the first signs became visible when I started to play rugby. A sport much maligned by myself in the past for being nothing but a bunch of people on a big pile and lots of pushing and shoving. What was the sport in that? I still don't know why I start ed to play rigby when I got here because I still felt the same about the sport when I joined Old Leamingtonians Women's RFC in August last year.

Then I watched The Golf on TV. Again, not by choice but because JD watches it and actually considers learning to play as she feels it could further her carreer (Networking opportunities galore on a golf course). So another sport that I had always considered boring, stupid, useless and a waste of TV time became interesting.

But yesterday I passed my last and most serious test: Test Cricket.


The Ashes are being played at the moment. A series of 5 matches between England and Australia and the winner gets a little urn with some ashes in it. These are, according to the legend, the ashes of Cricket itself. Well, at least figuratively speaking. it is unclear what is really in the little urn. Anyway, they are called The Ashes because in 1882, for the first time in history, England lost a cricket match, in England, against Australia, a country that was only just formed fomr bloody convicts and immigrants. And they beat The Motherland. It inspired one newspaper reporter to write an obituary:

"In affectionate remembrance of English cricket which died at The Oval, 29th August, 1882. Deeply lamented by a large circle of sorrowing friends and acquaintances, RIP. NB The body will be cremated and the Ashes taken to Australia."

And so, every so many years (2? I am not sure) England plays Australia and the winner of the 5 matches is said to 'hold the Ashes'.

Of course Australia wins most of the time these days as they are so bloody arrogant good.

But yesterday things were totally exciting. Yes I know, exciting and cricket usually do not feature in the same sentence, especially not for those who do not understand what the hell it is all about.

The bottom line: England had to bowl Australia out and they only needed 2 more people out to win. But Australia was doing really well and it was scoring more and more runs. And it looked like against all the odds, Australia would get more runs than England because England seemed unable to get all the Australians out. (There, does that make sense to you non-cricket people?).

In the end, England finally managed to bowl the Aussies out with only 2 runs left. 2 runs. That is usually achieved by hitting the ball only once and running 2 runs. So basically, it came down to the very last ball of the match. It was going to be England or Australia. I was biting my nails.

And then the phone rang. My dad. He would not understand the tension. So, and here it comes.....I let it ring. Yes, ladies and gentle men, I did not answer the phonecal from my father because I was watching the Cricket.

And that is when I knew I had become more English than I was prepared to admit.

Needless to say that I can not wait for the next match test to start on Thursday. Go England!!
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Old people shouldn't drive

01 August 2005

Is there not a limit for old people when they are barred from buying new cars, on the basis of them being too old to know how to drive it?!?!?!?!

I just stopped on the way to work to help this old man who had just burnt the clutch of his brand new Peugeot 206. I am sure he had simply forgotten to press the clutch down when changing gear. He parked his car in the middle of the road, not on the verge or anything, and just stood there. I stopped and it turned out the man had no mobile phone or anything.

So I called the RAC and the poor bugger obviously did not know what to say or do so I explained it all to the RAC. And then a nice Police Man came along (As he was blocking half the road, traffic had started to build up.)

It was obvious to me that this old man had simply made an error driving but did not know what he had done wrong. And wrecked his brand new car in the process!

Apparently in Britain, old people have to fill out a form where they THEMSELVES state if they feel they are fit to drive for another 5 years. Of course they will all think they are perfectly fit to drive. It was however very obvious to me that this man was not fit to drive. He was totally confused about the situation and seemed to have no clue as to what to do. If he can not make decisions when he is standing next to his car, how can he be trusted to make safe decisions when he is IN his car? And how can some dealer sell a man of his age a brand new car without wondering if it is a safe thing to do?

In The Netherlands, when you are over 70, you have to do a driving test every 5 years before they renew your licence. That sounds much more safe to me. Because knowing how to drive a car is not enough to be a safe driver.
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