Yup. Doubled:

The prime minister gave the go-ahead for an increase of £41m above the £40m already budgeted for the opening and closing nights’ shows.

An extra 41 million pounds.
That’s appropriate.

What…? You’re thinking it’s not? You thinking it’s some kind of an absolute fucking disgrace or something? Perish the thought! It’s an investment:

“That’s why we’ve invested that £41m – it’s about the impression that people take away of this country. And we hope it’s an impression that people will say ‘we want to come back here, do business and spend tourism money’.” (Hugh Robertson, Minister for Sport and the Olympics)

I can imagine foreign investors thinking: you know where I want to do business, in a country that doesn’t give a shit about what it spends money on.

 

report on the BBC website:

The UK government should not interfere in the trial of Colonel Muammar Gaddafi’s son, Foreign Office Minister Alistair Burt has said.

Sorry, did I shout that?

I meant – WHAT??? – we don’t want to get involved, really, in the internal affairs of Libya. That’s very much something for the Libyans themselves to sort out. We’ll just hang back on that one.

The very idea of ‘interfering’ in Libya. Not really the sort of thing the UK would ever do.

I just despair.

Nov 192011
 

I was looking up caravan parks, vaguely mulling over the idea that it would funny (sort of) and certainly easier for the OccupyLSX movement to ‘occupy’ a campsite or a caravan park. And I came across this photo of a blissfully happy family prancing joyously on the website of Hendra Holiday Park in Newquay.

Except…

look at the man’s face. He’s not happy. He’s not smiling. He’s barely coping. He’s in his own private hell – it’s all he can do not to turn and drown the three of them before knotting his shirt about his throat and gurgling his death-sobs into the waves. But if we read the photo left-to-right we don’t really notice. We’ve got three great big splashing grins to get past if we’re ever going to get into the horror of his holiday. By then, you don’t notice, your eye has thin-sliced the joy. But if you read right-to-left, the horror comes first, and kills the joy stone dead.

Right-to-left is a whole different kind of holiday. Luckily, Newquay is generally speaking a left-to-right sort of a place.

Sweet, and not.

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Nov 162011
 

From here:

Below is the beginning of what I hope will eventually become a large collection of prayers to Satan.

What a sweet, excited, hopeful statement. Good luck! Keeping everything crossed for you!

Nov 082011
 

This is.

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3 – The Vet & The n00b

At the risk of sounding like a prick, this game trailer is absolutely fucking disgusting. I can’t even be bothered to talk about why. Just to say, we’ve all gone absolutely fucking nuts if we think this is ok.

It’s not ok.

Jul 302011
 

From the Denver Post, which for some reason I have a link to on my bookmarks bar:

Hundreds of youths gathered in a park near Russell Middle School in Colorado Springs on Thursday night to remember three teens gunned down in the street the night before.

The slayings of the brothers and their friend Austin Howse, 16, capped an unsettling 24 hours in this city, in which three apparently unrelated shootings left four people dead and two others wounded.

“It’s still a relatively safe community,” Mayor Steve Bach told The Gazette newspaper…

Sad day, bad metaphor

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Jun 272011
 

Cameron’s remark on the death of top Tory, David Shale, at the Glastonbury festival:

David Cameron said that a “big rock in my life has suddenly been rolled away” after a senior Conservative was found dead at the Glastonbury Festival.

Now, this image of the big rock having “been rolled away” – that’s the image of the rock being rolled away from in front of Jesus’ tomb. It’s from Luke chapter 24, verses 2-3:

But they found the stone rolled away from the tomb. Then they went in and did not find the body of the Lord Jesus.

So it’s sort of a resurrection image, except that the police (unlike the women with the spices in Luke) did find a dead body. Also, in Cameron’s reworking, Shale isn’t the body, he’s the rock. So who is the body-that-wasn’t-there? Cameron describes Shale as the “big rock in my life” – so the only person who is “living” within the metaphor is Cameron himself: is the implication that Cameron is, at some level, the resurrected Christ?

But to return to Shale: “shale” is, of course, a sort of rock – namely “a fine-grained, clastic sedimentary rock”, but it’s silt-like. You couldn’t roll it, even if you wanted to. The successful rolling of shale would indeed be a miracle.

One last thing. Like the police at Glastonbury, the women at the tomb “were greatly perplexed”, but the event is transformed when the angels arrive to explain what’s happening, from being a source of perplexity it becomes a source of joy & triumph: “He is not here, but is risen!” And later in the chapter, Peter ‘marvels’ at the empty tomb. It is, after all, first proof of the resurrection. So there is a deeper, more disturbing suggestion that the death of this inner-circle Cameronite, whose leaked memo describes his fellow Tories as “graceless, voracious and crass”, is a source of not of confusion & grief, but of joy…

Jun 052011
 

Surveyors determine Nottinghamshire’s highest point
Silverhill Wood was thought to be the highest spot in the county but three enthusiasts say a nearby lane is actually two feet higher.

 

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