| JezUK Ltd - The Coffee Grounds - March 2001 |
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Obviously the people invited are chosen to express polar opposite views and any agreement that arises is by accident rather than design. In this media-savvy age, you'd expect the participants to be aware of this. Anthony Worral-Thomson, pro-meat, certainly was - he was pretty calm and reasonable, gave ground willingly on factory farming, was aware of things like when and where The Vegetarian Society was founded. The pro-vegetarian Chrissie Hynd, who must have done a few interviews in the course of her illustrious career, on the other hand was a shrieking gobshite. She wasn't listening to the questions put to her, butted in, was aggressive, sarcastic, and assumed all vegetarians have the same views as her.
Attitutes to vegetarianism have changed greatly in the last twenty years or so, but it's still common to encounter suspicion and hostility. Ridiculous ranting in public fora does nothing to promote vegetarianism as a sensible thing to do. Quite the contrary, it makes us look like a bunch of emotionally-crippled oh-the-poor-animals tossers.
I personally enjoy being a veggie and never, ever make people feel uncomfortable about eating meat. Unless asked of course, then I carefully discuss the topic without preaching and with care not to offend. I don't even force my choice of food on my son. He can make his own mind up when he's older.
It's like telling smokers to give up! It just offends and causes defensive attitudes. Carla Lane is a pain in the arse too. Noone likes being told they are wrong or bad, and that's what these fanatics come over as doing. [added 28th Mar 2001]
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Frazer's uncle had a big sideboard. And I opened it up and it was full, really stuffed full of cigars and cigarettes. At the back, I saw these packets and I thought 'what the hell are they?' Players Number 6. Packs of 200 still in the box, you know with the cellophane still on them. And I was thinking 'what the hell are these?' On the end of the packets, there was a little paper label stuck on with the date written on it. Nineteen seventy three. Frazer's uncle didn't smoke.
And whisky. Thirty odd bottles of whisky, and they had the bloody date written on them too. Frazer's uncle did not drink.
Do you remember those grey paper bags they used to use at Marks and Spencer? He had a whole suitcase full of ties. And you know the space in the bottom of a wardrobe, you know, between the bottom of the stuff hanging up and the bottom shelf? Three of those, full of Marks and Spencer shirts. Still in the wrapper, in M&S paper bags. It's not known if Frazer's uncle wore a shirt and tie.
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But not Transformers. Surely the eternal battle between good and evil played out across the galaxy by chuffing great robots that turn into cars couldn't inspire even the most off-kilter wordsmith in a below-the-waistline kind of a way?
Anyway, Soundwave would never do that with Megatron. He was just waiting for Megatron to really cock it up so he could take over as leader of the Decepticons. You could hear the stifled laugh in his voice whenever he said As you command, Megatron. [Listen]
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GAAAHHH
I don't believe it.
Inspired by you, Pete and various others who have done the "clear out" I set out to do the same today...bugger me if I ain't got too many comics.
Shit. I now realise that I could do with ditching a fair few meself.
Bollocks. So I gratefully yet shamefully step back from yer kind offer [of free comics], as I now have my own unwelcome task of comic-shifting to do.
Like, what can one do with so many West Coast Avengers? It's not like it was any good either....
West Coast Avengers - proof that comics arn't just for kids, if only because kids would read something more interesting. Anyone else have a comics sin they'd like to confess?.
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This is only the beginning.
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Just heaved my comics, all 8 tons of them, out the attic where they've been languishing since we moved to Birmingham. They need a bit of love and attention, reboxing, sorting, reading, lots of reading. It's probably about time to do a bit of wheat-from-chaffing too. I'm going to trawl through and give away the ones I don't want, and you, yes you, can have them if you like. I've already found a duplicate copy of Rick Geary's excellent Borden Tragedy, so if you'd like it (for free!) just say so.
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Judy: And our next caller has what maybe a bit of a leading question.
Vanessa (groans audibly): Oh nooo.
Judy (concerned, puts out hand and pats Vanessa's arm reassuringly): No, no, it's alright. Really, it's ok.
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It's been a bit over two years since I had my hair cut short, and it took me months to get over it. Weeks later I was still using far too much shampoo, wasn't used to my hair drying in minutes rather than hours, still pulled a phantom ponytail out when I put my jacket on. Short hair seems to need so much more looking after - it sticks out at funny angles when you get up in the morning, you can't scratch your head in puzzlement without worrying if half of it is now standing up vertically, Stan Laurel-like, on the top of your head, if you go "overdue" getting it cut it becomes all unwieldy and will turn spontaneously untidy in the middle of the day. It's just bother, all the time. Since growing it long again seems more or less out of the question (I'm not sure I could go through that indeterminate not-short-not-properly-long stage again, and I *know* Nat wouldn't), getting it cut off completely is becoming more and more attractive.
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See? Pale LMG ripoff.
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On the one hand it's both lazy and rude to steal someone else's design so blatently. The four part layout - category, link, comment, quote - is, as far as I'm aware, uniquely LMG so me lifting it dilutes that identity. Might even encourage others to do likewise.
On the other I think Darren's got the almost-but-not-quite-annotated link thing down pretty much perfectly, and presents it very well. It's so much more friendly than the bald RobotWisdom list or the Dave Winer style What is this. The reason I want a different format for links is to make them visually distinct from diary entries. Any format of my own I attempt to come up with now is bound to be influenced by what he's done, so isn't it more honest to just to stick up my hand and say I nicked this.
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Good. If Birmingham became a bit more like Dusseldorf, for instance, I wouldn't mind one bit. Dusseldorf has an excellent tram system that reaches throughout the city, while the Metro reaches out in Wolverhampton and, er that's it. German bars stay open until the small hours, unlike the eleven o'clock close down we have here. As there isn't a designated chucking-out time, there are fewer late night disturbances and you can always get a taxi. Dusseldorfers enjoy their food and the city boasts a wider variety of restaurants than Brum, and at reasonable prices too. Bicycle usage is much, much higher.
But that's the flippant response.
I'm opposed to nuclear weapons. I don't believe there are any morally justifiable grounds for stockpiling nuclear weapons. Even leaving that aside, there's no strategic argument for having stocks nuclear weapons, regardless of whether any supposed enemy state holds them or not. They're just plain wrong, and a very expensive wrong at that.
In the mid 1980s, the anti-nuclear movement was very strong and you might have expected the moral and strategic arguments for and against to have been rehearsed in the national media. The Thatcher government, however, refused to engage in that argument. They sidestepped the whole thing, coming up with a series of ridiculous allegations - that CND was funded by "Soviet Gold", that anti-nuclear protesters wanted leave the country "exposed", that we were all "dupes of the communists". The implication was pretty clear - if you disagreed with the government's defense policy, then you were a traitor. It actually went further than that. Thatcher rarely referred to the Labour Party directly, preferring instead to talk about "the socialists". She also worked pretty hard to link socialism with communism as practised in Eastern Europe, China and Cuba. She painted the world in a highly polarized fashion, where the only possible choice if you weren't with her was collective farms, five year plans, big beards and labour camps
Why go to such extremes? After all, suggesting that dissent equates to treachery is the stuff of those communist regimes that Thatcher professed to hate so much. I believe it the only stance a political party can take when they know that their policies don't stand up to scrutiny. Knowing that arguing nuclear weapons were needed to prevent the USSR from trying to invade Britain lacked any kind of merit, but wishing to remain "strong" (the Thatcher government was all about strength after all) the only path was to diminish the dissenters and suggest there motives where dishonourable. That's politics unfortunately.
So here we are, in what we're told is the run up to a general election, and the best William Hague can come up with is voting Labour will make Britain "a foreign land" - that voting against the Conservatives is voting against Britain. The Guardian recently asked why the government was so dull. When the leader of opposition has so little faith in his own policies, does the government really need to be exciting?
Of course, Dusseldorf doesn't have it all over Birmingham . It isn't a very multicultural place and is quite conservative in many respects. While Germany has an image as quite an environmentally aware society, you still get a lot of quizzically raised eyebrows if you say you're a vegetarian for instance. There also seem to be more large cars on the road that in Britain.
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We didn't get off to a very promising start, as the Bean fell asleep in the sling as we walked across the city centre and wouldn't be roused. Little sod. Brindleyplace is packed full of bars and what-not, so I slung him round on my back, parked myself in a coffee bar and read the papers for an hour. He still hadn't woken up, but I decided to go in anyway.
The building doesn't look very big on the outside, but turns out to be deceptively spacious. Business seemed brisk and there were lots of kids there, but it wasn't crowded. It's laid out on several floors, and you're guiding along from display to display. The various tanks simulate different marine and river environments, and range in size from the large to the enormous. The fish are pretty beefy and weren't bothered by half a dozen toddlers shoving there faces up against the glass, so there's no I'm sure there's an animal in here but I just can't spot it problem. All the displays are at the right kind of height for kids to see into, so if you're a grown-up with a dodgy back you might not enjoy it so much.
I'm not quite sure what Daniel made of it. He woke up a few minutes after I'd gone in, so was a bit dopey to begin with. It was also quite noisy, what with running water and lots of other kids belting around. Still, he looked at a lot of different things and began to point and chat once he'd woken up a bit. The highlight of the trip is the cheesily named Titanic Experience, where you walk through the middle of an aquarium in a transparent tube. The fish - sharks, rays and what-have-you - are swimming all around you. It is a bit strange to begin with, but really rather wonderful. He enjoyed that I think, even if he was bit alarmed when a manta ray swam over the top of us and seemed to blot out the light.
The Sea Life Centre pitches itself into the fun and educational slot, but I felt information was a little thin on the ground. Some sections were good - especially the seahorses, which had information about different species, conservation efforts and so on. On the minus side, several tanks seemed not have information about all the fish in them. The open sea display had a shoal of mackeral, some pretty wild looking lobsters and a couple of mystery fat fish. Everybody saw them, but there was nothing there to tell them what they were or why they were fat. Perhaps there was more information in the programme.
We spent just less than an hour going round, but if he was older and walking we'd have been in there longer. It cost me £8 and Daniel got in free (I'm not sure how old children have to be before they have to pay too). Whether this is good value or not is entirely dependent on how keen you and your kids are on fish.
We got the bus back, which he enjoyed enormously, had a spot of lunch. After that I watched the rugby while Daniel went to sleep for nearly three hours, which is pretty much unheard of especially after a snooze in the morning. He must have been paying attention after all. Top man.
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