So let the heartache begin.....
A disappointing Derby on Sunday. It was bloody freezing as well. As I was full of a cold and shouldn't have really have been there given my condition, it made for a thoroughly miserable afternoon. After the match I unwisely retired to the local (doors locked, curtains drawn but full of trusted clientele) for a few post-match pints. Predictably we heard via the landlady that it was kicking off in pubs up and down the Manchester - Oldham road as the area's Chavs slugged it out in their under-nourished, cheap drink-fuelled attempt to articulate their convoluted inner turmoil. Pricks. I bet not one of them had been to the game.As we were walking back to the car, every passenger window we passed had been smashed. As we neared ours we feared the worst. We were lucky though, the trail of destruction stopped a couple of vehicles before ours. It's fairly obvious that this was not done for reasons of theft. Only a fool would leave valuables on display in the place we park. The thought that all those cars were parked up by such fools beggars belief.
Twats.
So the Iraqi election has finally been called for Sistani. Luckily the Kurds have got quite a showing as well so the Ayatollah won't get it all his own way. For all the talk of bringing the Sunnis on board, it's obvious that there are deep schisms still. I still predict a civil war. Whether it will be a full on, in your face war or continued terrorist insurgence only time will tell.
The Kurds are also a body who I believe will soon become disillusioned with the democratic ideal. The trouble with Sistani you see is that at the moment he believes in democracy - although how he'd feel if he were ever defeated in a popular vote we don't yet know. Furthermore he may currently believe in the democratic process but he certainly doesn't believe in freedom. Not that freedom has ever been the bedfellow of democracy - but we all knew that anyway. Well apart from Dubya.
For Sistani wants to ban a few things. Women shaking hands with men for example. Women walking around in anything less than total and utter body covering. Women not being able to inherit wealth like their brothers. Adultery should be punished by stoning and homosexuality is an abomination punishable by death. Music should be listened to as long as it's not for pleasure. He even wants to ban chess for fuck's sake. And now he's just come out top trumps in an election that most of the country didn't vote in. And he - or his representatives will be a powerful influence in the modern Iraqi legislature.
I hope you're proud of yourself George. I really am.
Mr Lupin has been commenting on the superb scripts in Coronation Street being the rock on which the ongoing success of Britain's oldest soap. Tonight was no exception.
Les sneaks out of the back door of the two-up-two-down he shares with Cilla and happens across Chesney (Cilla's son from another relationship) cleaning his dog Schmeicel's teeth.
"Is that my toothbrush you're using" says Les.
"No is it 'eck" replies Ches with a scowl.
"Thank God for that."
"It's me mam's."
"Bloody hell Chesney, I hope you're gonna clean it"
"'Course I am."
Chesney carries on brushing and then, with perfect timing says:-
"I always have before."
Quality.
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