Daybook: 2001, Week 29

mon | tue | wed | thu | fri | sat | sun | game shows | news snippets

last week | next week

The Highlights

Mon 16 July

  Bit of an odd day, all told. Packing for a trip to our office in London tomorrow, helping people with their various troubles (nothing remarkable) and generally whittling away the day.
telemarketing heroes Victoria C:
This is the reason Brendan doesn't make as many sales as say the average obnoxious telemarketer- he's polite and takes no for an answer.
He may not make quite as many sales, but he is selling to people who want the product, who aren't as likely to figure they made a mistake in buying the product. And, at the end of the day, are more likely to keep coming back for more.

It all depends on whether one can take the long view or not.

>Next thing, you'll be telling me that they have Gretchen Peters fans there.
Yes, some of us crazy Americans like Gretchen Peters.

Sorry, you've spent time in the UK, so (sadly) you don't count.

Unfortunately the radio stations refuse to acknowledge that fact.
Just don't get me started on how radio stations are programmed by morons, otherwise I'll be here till the cows come home singing "Baa Baa Black Sheep."

The last Gretchen song I heard on the radio was 'When You Are Old' way back when.
...since when FM radio has been invented, Terry Wogan has joined the BBC, and played Ms Peters rather a lot.

It says something when I see a full rack of these albums in the UK, and can't find a single copy anywhere in the US. (Full disclosure: I've not visited every music outlet in the country yet, but am basing my figures on a random sample of Dallas.)

Atlanta traffic can be quite scary. But the poets in the parking lot of the Shakespeare Tavern there are more frightening.
Gadzooks, dost they claim to rob
With rhyme and other old verse?

Actually, my new comic heroine to be is Death from the Sandman books. She kicks ass...and looks great in black.
Question: does anyone not look great in black? OK, some people look better than others, but is there anyone for whom black would be a complete fashion disaster?

Victoria
keeps having encounters with Lestat

Garlic, keep out spell, show him your fangs. If all else fails, call for the slayer.


Damn. Even though I liked Gretchen Peters in the early 90s, long before I travelled overseas?
Honest?

Mark! We've found a United Station who heard of *and* liked Gretchen! Jaws will be dropping.

Unfortunately most music stores here stock what is popular (aka bad!), though occasionally you can find good music hidden away in the back. Ani Difranco, Laura Love, Dar Williams, etc...all in the ever hard to find 'Folk' section.
Me: "Where's your folk section."
Dim record store assistant: "Que?"
Me: "Folk section"
DRSA: "Folk. Off."
Me: "OK. G'bye."

> Question: does anyone not look great in black?
Yes. Puritans.

Actually, the England Cricket Squad also looks rubbish in its black training clothes. But then, they look rubbish in playing whites, too.

Haven't seen Lestat in a few days, though for a week I kept running into him and his misfit gang. The first time he whispered something like 'converts will not be accepted'. During the last encounter, I think he called me 'Malificent'....
Charming. Pass the religious symbol.

 

Tue 17 July

  To London (1) This is on work's budget, and thank goodness for that. A prime time ticket from home to London, with a tube ride at the end, is over £90! Re-arrange these words to form an appropriate phrase: Off, Rip.
I'm up at 5:30, on the train just after 6:50. It's the late-running 6:43, allowing me to catch the 7:15 and arrive at the London office for 9:30, a full half hour earlier than expected. PC health checks, printer movements, explaining the network and other trouble-shooting are the order of the day.
It's 4pm before I'm out of the office, already 30 minutes into overtime. Join the 4:35 scheduled departure... we leave 4:58, thanks to a foiled train blocking the path out of the station. I'm eventually home at 7:30, tired out, and in bed by 9.
Cartoon heroes Jaeda:
Nope, no Power Rangers...the last superhero show I watched on a regular basis was Superfriend when I was in the 6th grade...I am a firm believer that cartoons (with the exception of Disney Movies) cease to be appropriate once you pass into adolescence....
Nonsense. Try watching some of the old Warner Brothers cartoons, like wartime Bugs Bunny or Porky Pig, and see what else you get out of them.

Or try some of the WB's *newer* cartoons, like Animaniacs, or Tiny Toons. They're as much for the adults as the kids.

Or the Cartoon Network's new productions. They've class plots, and are often better acted than much mainstream television.

A good toon is for life, not for childhood. That's why Disney animations are strictly for kids.

 

Wed 18 July

  Network notwork Back to the main office, back to sensible working times! Build a computer for the ongoing scanner project, and look into Ye Olde Dos Database. The telecoms to one of our regional offices go down, and it's most of the day before they come back. When they do... no entry to the server, coz the network card has gone kaput. If it's not one thing, it's another. As the server is responsible for issuing IP addresses, there's no access to the mail server.
Supersongs chelle, the first lady of cool things
Veruca Salt wandered into the grey in '93 with Spiderman '79, but that really wasn't about a superhero at all
Well, if you discount the self-referential quality in all music, being a reflection of the artiste. (In other words, VS are heroic, therefore there's a hero quality to their music.)

And by now surely everyone's forgotten that there even was a band called Spin Doctors, much less that they once had a pocket full of kryptonite.
Hey, *some* of us still dig "Two Princes". And remembered all the words when they saw "Little Miss Can't Be Wrong" on Pop-Up Video the other week.

Five for Fighting push the limits of weepiness with their piano ballad "Superman", which is less about the real Superman than it is, erm, Pacey Witter.
Interesting concept.

still much preferred to ever hearing that 3 Doors Down song again.
Speak for yourself... I'd sooner hear that than 98.3% of the crud that passes for pop here.

Simon Chatterton:
the supremely awesome Looking For Superman by the Flaming Lips
Oh yes, that's a goodie.

I can't pass up the chance to remember Laurie Anderson's "Oh Superman". And Billy Connolly's "Supergran." The jury is out as to which is the more cringeworthy.

I *have* been enjoying The Superman Lovers, and their "Starlight" single. I don't usually like dance tracks, but this just has a certain oomph to attract me. File with the Big Brother UK theme as stomping Euro-house.

And Super... Super... Super Furry Animals. The Welsh punk rockers have mellowed on their current track, "Juxtaposed With U." There's still the edge that has marked their career apart from lackadasical counterparts, and any song using the word "juxtaposed" can't be *all* bad.

 

Thu 19 July

  We're up to day 10 of decently cool weather, and the third straight day where it's been more rain than anything else. I seem to be strictly alone on this, but I kinda like this weather. It's not too hot, it's water not fire, and it's really my cup of tea.

Another very quiet day at work. I get some of the long-haul project done, on physical security of our computers. Keeping laptops safe is child's play, but my proposals for a system of chits to sign all computery equipment out of the building is probably going to ruffle feathers.

Guilty as hell Lord Jeffrey Archer is convicted on four counts of perverting the course of justice and perjury. Fourteen years ago, Archer won £500,000 [now £1 million] in a libel action against the Daily Star. That rag had claimed he slept with a prostitute, Archer had an alibi, won the case. In this case, it transpired that that alibi was false, Archer was a scoundrel and a rogue, and is now detained for four years at Her Majesty's pleasure. Extreme pleasure, no doubt.

 

Fri 20 July

  Only a half day at work: I take the afternoon off to (belatedly) chill after Tuesday's exertions. Get a nice letter from the office manager in London, saying how wonderful my colleague and I were. Praise is always welcome (:

The afternoon off: trip round the store, long soak in the bath, watch some cycling, put finger to keyboard...

Next Door's Cat
Next door's cat is sitting on the grass outside my window.
She's preening herself in the way cats do.

That is, I assume she's next door's cat.
She could be from over the road
Or from one of the houses in the back yard maze behind mine.
She could be a stray.
Wherever she's from, she's welcome.

And I trust that she's a she.
I've not looked and checked, she could be a he
Or something between.
Whatever her genitals, it doesn't matter.

And I think it's grass on which she sits.
Knowing my gardening, it could be clover
Or flowers, or weeds.
Maybe even a thistle.
Whatever she's sitting on, she looks contented.

And I reckon she's preening herself.
We know very little about the ways of cats.
She could be calculating the best way to catch a leaf invader
Or ticking off some ticks
Or how to get more food out of the humans
She keeps as pets.
Whatever she's doing, she's deep in thought.

And I believe she's a cat.
She could be a plastic bag that's not being blown by the wind.
Or a dog in a very good disguise.
Or something else that looks like a cat from behind the glass.
Whatever she is, she's still welcome.

Next door's cat is sitting on the grass outside my window.
She's preening herself in the way cats do.

 

Sat 21 July

  hunky naked bronze manIt turns out that Mel and Sue (Perkins and Giedroyc (sp?)) of LIGHT LUNCH fame have a weekly show on BBC GLR ^H^H^H London Live. Really, two *very* funny and *very* entertaining women. This got my day off to a good start.

Ross ambled over the horizon to the Achilles Statue (right) just after 1. Sara and Toby had stayed behind, as one was feeling a bit icky. I never got a message from Simon (apologies if you missed us) so it was a small group that wandered around.

Relocating from the Achilles Statue to Leicester Sq tube station, we moved in a small area bounded by Carnbourn St, Neal St, Earlham St, Shaftesbury Ave, and Wardour St. Not a huge area at all, and most of the time was to the east of Charing Cross Road. It's an area with lots of antique and rare bookstores, I could have stayed for hours and hours, especially down Cecil Court (out of Leics Sq tube, to Trafalgar, it's on your left. I'll be spending a whole day there one day.)

We ate at Deep Pan Pizza - Ross was under strict orders not to do Pizza Hut, and I get icky when I eat there, so that's cool both ways. Then cut to Borders on the CXR, the store formerly known as Books etc. Four floors of books and music. Mark will be pleased to learn that they've got a *big* display on Gretchen. With a quick trip up to Euston, that was that.

Movieola Brendan McCabe:

What is your favorite movie of all time?
Romeo + Juliet (Luhrmann, not Zeferelli)

Favorite comedy?
Does Tomb Raider count?

Favorite action?
I'm a sucker for movies with chases and crashes, so anything starring Bugs and Daffy.

Favorite romance?
Excluding R+J... Go Fish.

Favorite drama?
What I saw of Jerry Maguire I liked.

Favorite science fiction?
Pass.

Favorite chick flick?
Clueless!

Favorite animated?
Does Tomb Raider count? No? The Simpsons Movie it is, then.

Favorite suspense?
Blair Witch.

Favorite adventure?
I think Crosby and Hope's "Road..." movies count here.

Favorite g-rated movie?
?Que?

Favorite historical?
Does Conan the Barbarian count?

Favorite mafia movie?
Ew.

Favorite fantasy?
Derek Jarman's Blue.

A movie that you're embarrased about liking?
The Fifth Element. Bruce Willis makes me hurl.

A movie that really made you cry?
Nope.

Favorite movie soundtrack?
Favorite shakespeare?
Romeo + Juliet.

Favorite foreign?
With the exception of Blue, all the above *are* foreign.

favorite short film?
Like I said a few days ago, early and modern WB toons.

Favorite horror?
Batman and Bobbins fits into this category.

Favorite western?
Favorite murder mystery?
Nope.

A movie whose stars you think should be killed for making?
Red Planet. Sorry, Heather, but can I have those two hours back?

Favorite political documentary?
Thirteen Days just fits.

What movie would you take the person who sent this to you to?
Brendan? I'd take his recommendation.

 

Sun 22 July

  After yesterday's exertions, it has to be a quiet day. Spending most of it half asleep.

The Charts

#1 (#1) Lady Marmalade - Christina Aguilera / Mya / Lil' Kim / Pink (wk 11, #1 for 5 wks)

Actually pulling further away this week. Is there no end to the corsets?

#2 (#3) D12 - Purple Pills (wk 2, #2)

More success for Eminem's chums.

#3 (41) U2 - Elevation (wk 3, #3, SOTM)

Extracted from the Tomb Raider movie, and the third single lifted from the fantastic "All That You Can't Leave Behind." This is genius, rocking all the way to the bank.

#4 (#2) Eternity / The Road To Mandalay - Robbie Williams (wk 2, #2)

#5 (#5) Angel - Shaggy / Rayvon (wk 20, #1 for 3 weeks, SS)

#6 (#8) Perfect Gentlemen - Wyclef Jean (wk 2, #6)

#7 (#7) Heaven Is A Halfpipe - OPM (wk 3, #7, SS)

#8 (#4) Another Chance - Roger Sanchez (wk 3, #4)

#9 (#6) U Remind Me - Usher (wk 4, #4)

10 (16) Castles In The Sky - Ian Van Dahl (wk 2, 10)

14 *new Dance For Me - Sisqo (wk 1, 14)

First new single from Sisqo's album, but it sounds exactly like "Thong Song" from the last one. That worked, somehow, and so shall this. We await the new "Incomplete" with much interest.

19 (31) Someone To Call My Lover - Janet Jackson (wk 3, 19)

Still some weeks away from its UK release.

20 (27) Bootylicious - Destiny's Child (wk 4, 20)

This one is out next week, and is tipped to battle with Atomic Kitten for #1.

28 (33) Follow Me - Uncle Kraker (wk 15, 25, SS)

Into the top 50 UK airplay. Whoo-hoo!

30 (37) Drops Of Jupiter - Train (wk 12, 28, SS)

Release postponed from this week for a fortnight.

31 *new Meet Her At The Love Parade '01 - Da Hool (wk 1, 31)

Originally a minor hit in 98, now re-released to coincide with Newcastle's event of the same name. Except the Toon gig was cancelled.

32 *new Loverboy - Mariah Carey (wk 1, 32)

Such is Carey's popularity that even her studio cast-offs can turn into sizable hits. What? This is a finished recording? Surely you jest? And this is what the whole album sounds like? Oh dear. Oh dear indeed. Bad times lie ahead.

38 (44) It's Been A While - Staind (wk 5, 35, SS)

39 (47) When It's Over - Sugar Ray (wk 2, 39, SS)

New modern rock tracks do well.

41 *new Loaded - Ricky Martin (wk 1, 41)

New old Latino track does atrociously.

43 *new Devil's Nightmare - Oxide & Neutrono (wk 1, 43, SS)

New old jungle track does even worse.
 

The Week In Game Shows

 

Survivor This show is so dull the continuity announcer falls asleep *before* the show, and introduces it to nothing more than the animated station logo.

"Things are getting personal," claims Big Trousers in a piece to camera. Yes, but are they going to get interesting?

Big Trousers has a reward challenge. The Last Reward Challenge! Good heavens, we must be near the end. The remaining contestants are invited to look at themselves in a mirror, and figure how much weight they've lost in five weeks on the island. For the record, Eve wins; guessing 1lb out, and shares a large chocolate cake with the others.

I find this darned distasteful - apparently attractive people on prime-time national television boasting about how much weight they've lost? And rewarded with pigout food? This is going to be an awkward moment for viewers with eating problems. One that a show hoping to attract ten million viewers could live without. If any support groups are watching, and complain, I fear ratings could go into a tailspin. However, by press time, I've heard no complaints.

Big Trousers has another challenge, and it might seem familiar. Stand with at least one hand touching a pole. We've had one TOUCH THE TRUCK rip-off already, why do we have to endure another? Mick goes after 7h30. A storm is coming. Charlotte goes at 8h45, claiming a torn cartilage. The rain comes at 11h30. Jackie gives up two hours later. Eve leaves at 14 hours, giving Richard immunity.

Eve starts packing. Looks like a unanimous vote, and there's still ten minutes before the voting. Mostly filled by a discussion about tampons in Eve's bag, seeing as how Charlotte needed them yesterday and Eve said she couldn't step off the log.

So, this week we've had two instances of rifling through Eve's bag, damage to a waterproof jacket, leaving the contestants to get struck by lightning, encouraging reckless weight loss. Plus the lying, and deceit that the producers have inflicted on us since the opening episode, back in AD 975. It almost gets worse - Eve has to check herself when referring to "where I stay tonight" rather than "the luxury hotel that the producers aren't showing." Finally, Jackie lets slip that the contestants know about The Hotel. Tampons are very cheap there, she says she told Eve.

The voting is a formality; Eve goes for Jackie, everyone else for Eve. It sounds as though she may abstain if Richard doesn't make the final.

Big Brother

Paul and Helen spend most of the weekend in the den, and it seems that Paul is backing off a little. BB sets a mini-challenge, to make sausages for a barbie. Cue the expected feeding of each other. On BBLB, Josh reckons it's all getting rather monotonous and sickbag-inducing. He's not wrong there.

The main task is playground games. Do some double-dutch skipping, ride a pogo stick, hula-hoop, space hopper. Dean's in favour of a low bet, Paul reckons they've enough food to survive and can blow most of the rest on luxuries. In the end, 40% is a middling score. The result: six minutes to complete all the activities - they take nine. It's a disaster.

"Stuff ain't gonna happen in here, is it?" reckons Helen, under the blanket, in the garden, with Paul. Paul heads towards Doing Things, but Helen's having none of it. Not on national television.

Liz goes for the hippie vote, suggesting she'd like to start a retreat where people can learn to respect people. It's a dream, she's the first to admit...

Dean and Brian move to the girls' room; Helen and Paul do *something* under the blankets in the den. We can't see exactly what, which is probably how they planned it. Kissing and/or fondling seem likely. Straight after lights out on Wednesday, Helen whacks Paul over the head with a pillow. Snogging ensues. We can see it - the other housemates in the room can't. We can also see Paul pushes her away.

Paul sees his relationship as West Side Story. Dean reckons he knows boyfriends who would be down here, and not to wish him luck. Paul replies that if Big G beats him up, he'll fight back. Pay-to-view boxing isn't E4's gig, surely.

Brian seems to have calmed down a lot now that Josh has left. Paul and Helen are all over each other in a pretty spewsome manner. Dean and Liz are the sort of couple that would sit in the conservatory, drink cocoa, and watch the rain fall. Without the cocoa, that's what they do.

On Thursday, Helen's being accusing. "All talk and no action, you are." Paul confirms he fancies Helen to the group that night, a revelation that still causes her mouth to drop floorwards. They tell the others they've not snogged yet, which we can't disprove. Liz reckons they'll just be good friends, and that's an end in itself. Paul and Helen spend the night in the den, hugging and holding up the blanket a lot. Friday sees the two sleeping in the spoon position on the bed.

Paul has struck me as a desperately insecure, vain, selfish, middle class lad who wants to be liked a lot more than he's prepared to like other people. He's smart enough to remember that BB *is* only a game show, as Nick said last year. In the process, he has hurt Helen, who doesn't seem to get the difference between real life and reality TV. Paul's hurt someone, which is something that no-one could accuse last year's anti-hero Nick of doing.
With any luck, Helen will see her fling with Nick as something akin to a romance on holiday in the Med, and she's ended up with a lot of fans.

She's also moved into clear contention for the victory next week. I still reckon Brian will emerge on top, but Helen is coming strongly and I can see her running him hard. The interesting battle is between Dean and Liz for third place - my money's on Liz, as she's been least popular on the outside, and (I assume) has a stronger core support than Dean.

The result carries only slightly more tension than the voting on SURVIVOR. Paul is over the moon, overcome with emotion. Helen is silent, blinking back tears. 84%-16% the margin, 952,000 to 188,000.

"Big G is not here," says Davina. Paul wipes his brow. "He's dumped her," and Paul looks like he could murder him. Doesn't betray in his words. They were "really really close" to going for it, but Big G's spectre was always there. Paul looks amazed and utterly gobsmacked at the tabloid headlines. Well, a small selection of them.
"Do you fancy her?" Yes. "Will you be seeing her when she comes out?" Yes. Huge cheers from the crowd outside.
Paul credits his outside supporters for keeping him there, how he stayed strong to keep others' morale up. The sleep talking plays to laughter. As does the 259 hair-touches in five minutes.
He wants Helen to win. He gets Helen's mobile number from Davina, and the lesson not to judge people too quickly.

 

The Week In News Snippets

 

LORD ARCHER - THE LIES BEHIND THE UNTRUTH

jailbird archerLord Archer's career is over. Apart from his new one as a prison lag, that is. The millionaire author, peer and sometime Tory Party deputy chairman is found guilty on two charges of perjury and two of intending to pervert the course of justice. The action arises from his 1987 libel trial, when he won £500,000 damages from The Star newspaper. He is likely to have to serve at least 32 months in prison before his release when he will remain on licence for the next 16 months, and could be returned to prison if he offended again.

The inevitable question now arises: Do these verdicts mean that Archer had sex with prostitute Monica Coghlan 15 years ago, as The Star alleged? Nicholas Purnell QC, defending, insisted they did not and that Archer had only lied "foolishly and wrongly" to bolster his otherwise strong case against the newspaper's allegations.

Justice Potts said Archer he had been convicted "on clear evidence" in an "extremely distasteful case, I can tell you. I take the view that having listened to the evidence over many days, that these charges represent as serious an offence of perjury as I have had experience of and as I have been able to find in the books. The fact is that in January 1987, you set out dishonestly to manipulate the proceedings that you had chosen to instigate against The Star newspaper."

After committing perjury twice in an affidavit before the trial and in the witness box Archer, the judge added, "went on to win having persuaded the judge and the jury of your case. But I cannot overlook the fact that had they known the facts, it is unlikely in the extreme that you would have succeeded. Since then I cannot overlook the fact that you have gone from strength to strength, you resumed your political career and, at some point, were ennobled to become a member of the House of Lords."

The Old Bailey trial jury heard of the desperate steps Archer took to safeguard his reputation after being accused of paying £70 for sex with Miss Coghlan in room 6a of the Albion Hotel, Victoria, in September 1986. The liaison, which began in Shepherd Market, had taken place on the night of 8 September and Archer told his solicitors that his agent, Terence Baker, could give him an alibi for that night. (Baker played no part in these proceedings - he died in 1991. Monica Coghlan was killed in a car crash in April this year.) In fact, Archer had dined at a restaurant with Baker the next night, so when - in an extraordinary mistake - The Star switched the date of its allegation to 9 September, Archer could not use Baker, who would have been his true alibi, and turned to Francis.

In January 1987, he persuaded Francis to agree to an alibi for 9 September, ostensibly to save his marriage, claiming he had really been with his mistress Andrina Colquhoun after telling his wife their affair was over. Believing his friend, Francis sent two letters to Archer's solicitors confirming the false alibi, but when The Star spotted its mistake and switched the date back to 8 September, Archer had no need for Francis and the Baker false alibi was used in court.

In April, two months before the libel case, Archer was being pressed to disclose to the court his diaries that he knew would reveal the false alibi. He bought a diary for 1986 and ordered Angela Peppiatt to fill in names from a piece of paper for engagements on 8 and 9 September. Archer then taped over the other blank pages, claiming he was acting on legal advice to protect politically sensitive information - a move he knew would ensure nobody at court could know the pages were empty, and the diary a sham.

Mrs Peppiatt was concerned. She carried out his instructions to save her job but kept a photocopy of the blank pages alongside copies of that day's Times and the piece of paper in Archer's handwriting. Archer swore an affidavit on oath that the bogus diary was genuine and repeated the lie again on oath in the witness box at the libel trial.

In 1999 Francis, secretly seething that his one-time friend had insulted him in front of actor Susan George at a party, decided to act. He agreed a deal to trick Archer into admitting the false alibi in phone calls taped by the News of the World. The ruse worked and Archer was forced to pull out of the mayoral race, although he continued to claim the false alibi was to cover a dinner with Andrina Colquhoun. That was another lie. She had been on a Greek island with future husband Robert Waddington all that week and had the passport stamps to prove it.

At the Old Bailey Archer's lawyers mounted a bitter onslaught on Mrs Peppiatt, who was forced to spend seven days in the witness box defending her character and motives. In front of her children she had to admit fiddling her expenses during her three years as Archer's £22,000-a-year secretary, but also told of his double life spending weekdays with Ms Colquhoun, or sometimes other girlfriends, in London and weekends with his wife and children at his other home in the Cambridgeshire village of Grantchester. As Mrs Peppiatt pointed out, Archer had won his libel case on the strength of the whiter than white image of his marriage. But now the sordid truth was exposed.

LES AUTRES NOUVELLES

An anti-globalisation demonstrator is shot in the head and killed by an Italian paramilitary trooper during riots at the G8 summit in Genoa. He was run over by a police jeep after being hit by at least two bullets. The victim threw a fire extinguisher at a police van and the trooper retaliated with gunfire. Police used tear gas and water cannons against protesters as the summit caused the worst rioting in Europe for decades. Officers with riot shields advanced down a side street off the Via Giuseppe Casareggi, about a mile from the summit, and released tear gas as the demonstrators hurled bricks and bottles at them. During the clashes, police clubbed an Italian nurse and a British television producer. The violence spread as activists broke away to confront police just outside a security fence ringing the old part of the city. Water cannons were fired at point blank range from the other side of the barrier at demonstrators attempting to breach it. Near the railway station a sustained clash broke out when police fired volleys of tear gas and charged into the ranks of protesters, batons flailing in the air.

Spotted on a bag of peanuts. Warning: May Contain Nuts

An unexpected end to Michael Portfolio's political career. He scores 53 votes in the third round of the Tory leadership election, and loses to IDS (54) and Nobby (59). Nobby's unexpectedly topped the poll, and now goes to the 300,000 party members in the country. Results will be out in September. Portfolio announces his retirement from front-line politics, a decision that will allow him to remain in the Conservative shadow cabinet.

In Northern Ireland, claims have been submitted for compensation following the foot and mouth outbreak. 42,000 sheep were slaughtered, with claims for 54,000 in by Friday's deadline. This included five claims from farms where no sheep were known before the outbreak. Agriculture Minister Bride Rogers says that she will investigate. If necessary, she will call in the editors of ITV's SURVIVOR programme to count the sheep. "They have proved that they can stay awake through the most boring jobs," said the minister.

Husband's Internet Date Turns Out To Be His Wife. Sorry, but we're thinking that we like Pina Colada here. And getting caught in the rain. Here at wvr-news, we're not really into health food, but we are into Champagne - the real stuff, served with veggie shepherd's pie, not this wine-with-bubbles rubbish.

Trouble in the tubes. The national Government sacks Bob Kiley from the board of London Underground. Kiley, the man who turned New York's subway system from death trap to decent, was brought in by London mayor Ken Livingstone to repeat the feat. Kiley has run up against a national government that has insisted on pushing through partial privatisation (PPP) of the tube, in spite of reports that this would be more expensive than public refurbishment, and would impair safety.
This week, Kiley was to present reports highly critical of PPP to the Transport for London board. He's sacked the day before. Livingstone insists that the reports would have pulled the rug from under PPP, leaving no opposition to his idea of public bonds. This would, however, count as government borrowing in Gordon Brown's accounts, and Prudence's husband doesn't like to borrow. The skirmish is over; the battle has a long way to run.

China stages a clampdown on internet cafes, on the grounds that the revolution is being undermined by addictive online chat rooms, hard porn, subversive websites, uncensored pictures of Joey Potter and explicit recipes for coffee that tastes like dishwater. Hundreds of net cafes have been forcibly closed.

 

last week | next week | mail me | index 1