Will it ever end ? George (and, to be fair, possibly Tony's) road map to peace has veered off the freeway and found itself up a Deliverance-like cul-de-sac. Once again there are forces at play who DO NOT want peace, love and understanding. Why should any of us be surprised? Its at times like this I normally turn to Pigs-in-Lipstick, but the site has been unavailable for the past few days.
At least another 24 dead on both sides. Valhalla, Heaven, Paradise and whatever-else-you-want-to-call-it must surely be full by now ? You probably can't move up there for the holier-than-thou !
I listened to an Israeli journalist (with a perfect American accent) talking to Peter Allen on Radio Five's Drive this evening. He was trying to explain that the Israeli helicopter gunships were trying to kill prominent Hamas leaders in order to bring the various Palestinian factions together ! Yeah....right. Now that *should* qualify as 'blue sky thinking'. Kill the opposition to 'bring them together'. Then I listened (and later watched) a Hamas apologist demonstrating why the small change in the White House will only be remebered for two things:- Cheating in the election and illegally invading a Sovereign country under false pretences.
Engerland 2-1 Slovakia
Two goals from Owen, England's captain for the evening - and his 50th cap. . Rooney was snuffed out by an unimpressive Slovak defence, and Sven's *diamond formation* was torn to shreds by lowly opposition. (IMHO). However - we did have a blatant penalty denied us, and Frank Lampard's goal was declared offside when at least three opposition players were between him and the net. All to play for yet. If we win all our remaing matches before the hell-hole that is Turkey, all we need do is draw and we're through.
I'm actually considering a trip to Portugal for Euro 2004 if England make it.
Far Canal
Another bike ride to work this morning and a memo to self to always take my digital with me wherever I go. I know I'm not the world's greatest photographer, but the number of times you find yourself in situations where you would just die for a roll of HP5 or whatever, has forced me into this, belated, resolution. Saw these ducks setting off on some very important journey to somewhere (probably just as relevant to them as my journey to work). 
After a week of biking up the canal I have already acquired an amalgam of fishermen, fellow *bikers*, joggers, the permanently bewildered and Larkin's *losels and loblolly-men* who acknowledge me as I puff and pant, red-faced past them. Its odd, but walking to work has the same effect. People who you pass say hello after a couple of days. Not long after they're commenting about the weather. After two weeks you know all about their Jennifer's rash. Within a month they're inviting you to parties, christenings, weddings and funerals.Its strange, but it really, really, really doesn't happen like that on public *transport*.
Or is it just me ? (Always possible).
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