Everybody Loves the Sound of a Train in the Distance
Time to start thinking positive again: it just gets pretty hard to do sometimes. What with the sadness of the World and everything, it takes all a chap can do to breathe let alone be happy. So, away with you negativity. No more seeing the grim reaper grinning behind my loved ones. No more constantly fearing the worst. It might be a good idea to stop supporting Manchester City as well.... but......Actually my involvement with the rest of the season has finished as I won't be here for the last match against Everton - a match that could so easily have been a relegation scrap for both teams. Hard to believe the season's over and May is here again. Hard to believe that I'm off on another cruise on Saturday, followed by a week in the Mallorcan sun. Much needed I can tell ya.
I'm still not convinced that these photographs are fake. I've lost count of the number of times those supposedly 'in the know' are 'almost 100% certain' that, 'in their view' they *believe* the images to have been staged. Now they're telling us that they 'don't believe' the truck pictured has ever been to Iraq. In fact they are convinced it's in England.
OK. If it's in England show us the bloody thing. I presume it's still in the employ of the Army? I mean it's not on *special offer* at an Army Surplus Store is it? Just do it - it can't be that hard.
Similarly with soldiers A, B, C and D. I find it hard to believe that nobody in the chain of command - from Corporal to General - has an idea who's spilling the beans.
Am I led to believe that the British Army hasn't got a single Military Policemen with the ability to root out the perpetrators? I bet Tamsin Outhwaite would've got to the bottom of it.
Meanwhile the spin goes on. Now, if I'm proved wrong I'll hold my hands up - but how long has it been now? Two weeks? Hmmmmm. Mind you, given the latest revelations, whether the pics were staged or not will probably be irrelevant.
About a year ago I commented on this blog that I thought the White Stripes were unworthy of attention. Well here I am admitting I was wrong. Having
While we're on the subject of recommendations, thanks are due to TimesNewRoman who advised me to read The Rotter's Club by Jonathon Coe. So I did. What a great read. It took me back to the 70s: Berni Inns, strikes, IRA bombs, flares, albums......... eeeeeee the *good ol' days* when the pubs were shut most of the day and you could only get three TV channels. Anyway, cheers fellow bloggers. All recommendations gratefully received.
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