Nice turn of phrase in the Daily Mirror:
Ed Miliband is the eighth Labour leader that Mr Blunkett has seen in his time in the party.
Nice turn of phrase in the Daily Mirror:
Ed Miliband is the eighth Labour leader that Mr Blunkett has seen in his time in the party.
Just when I thought it wasn’t possible, my hatred of Tony Blair has taken on a whole new weight and depth. I feel like the idiot in a disaster movie who relaxes after the first tremor. What was I thinking. That I was all out of hatred? Not even close.
Here’s Blair, trying to smear anti-war protesters by linking them to the BNP:
There are people – particularly now the BNP apparently say they want to get in on the action – you end up just causing a lot of hassle for people and cost when there are better things for the police to do and it’s not as if we need to do it.
Oh seriously. Go fuck yourself, and fuck yourself hard. And if you need a hand fucking yourself, just say the word, and I’ll pop into a cab with some coat hangers, a tube of superglue and a broken beer bottle, then we can really start the party.
Really.

I’ve never been quite brave enough to wear bright white socks with bright black shoes. I mean, it’s not as if this is a gauntlet that’s daily thrown down before me by my wardrobe, a challenge from which I have ever slunk trembling, I’ve just quietly avoided the combination. Like going out wearing a hockey mask and a blood-spattered butcher’s apron, it’s just something I don’t do. But now, finally, I’ve been shown how it’s done. My doors of perception have been flung open by Aldous Huxley and his snowy ankles.
Here’s the full photo of Huxley:

He’s leaping at the behest of Phillippe Halsman. I can’t believe I’ve never heard of Philippe Halsman’s Jump Book until just now. Considering how much I love books about people jumping. What was it Huxley said? “Happiness is not achieved by the conscious pursuit of happiness; it is generally the by-product of other activities.” Two of which are jumping, and discovering books about people jumping.