"Won't Get Fooled Again!"
Bagdhad 11th April 2003:
"Mam.........mam ! Saddam's regime has been 'changed' - errrrrr......on account of the Yankees - I think !! ! We don't know what to, yet...like, but it looks like he's definately buggered off !".
"Eeeeee....thank Allah ! Son???? ....has law and order broken down out there on the streets"?
"Aye, it has Mam, aye"
"Oh good, oh, thank Allah for that. You don't think you could nip out and nick me a heart monitor and an incubator do you ? Go on....for your old mam!".
I Can See For MIles
Peter, over at NakedBlog.com, likes Mr Rumsfield. I must confess, until I read Peter's Blog today, I never realised that the squinting, be-spectacled, member of Bush Baby's "War Cabinet" was all of 70 years. Seems to me (from one of those: 'what do you think of Donald Rumsfield' conversations) that the young think he's incompetant, slow and brain-dead. All of us over 45, surely admire him for his ability to think on his feet in front of the entire world's press, function WITHOUT an autocue, and (apparently) attract women half his age. He's still an evil piece of work though - because he believes in dangerous bollix like THIS !
Them Old Cotton Fields Back Home
This being Friday, myself and my dearest have been in the Cotton Tree Public House. A functional, no-nonsense type of hostelry that can only be enjoyed on an early Friday evening. Its nice to know you've been in a pub that harks back to the North West's past - Cotton Spinning; and its nice to be in a place where you know a lot people from way back. You wouldn't go in there any other day of the week though.
Tonight we have Chris the barman. He does the afternoon shift (and finishes at 8:00pm). His wife was murdered about a mile away from where he now works. Killed by a scrote trying to nick her eldest son's bag. The bag contained dirty clothing and a few odds and sods - the son was just returning from a scout's weekend. The scrote tried to grab the bag, Chris' wife tried to stop him. One punch - down - dead !
On the other side of the bar is a man about my age who's daughter is now serving a prison sentence for this crime .
At the risk of sounding "Good-Old-Days-ish", I have to say that, 30 years ago, such a juxtaposition of two people, so linked by tragedy, in a town of 4,000+ people, in the same pub, living half a mile from each other, would - not have been unheard of maybe; but would attract more amazement that it could have happened in so small a place than it does today.
It Really makes me glad I don't live in Midsomer though !
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