Wibbles

It's still happening, whether you believe it or not.

Not The Pretenders, but The Flaming Lips instead:

Guitars aren't for playing tunes on ...

But then we would miss your pearls of wisdom.

Agreed.

The phrase "too many plug-ins" is blasphemous here.

Will it be enough, though? Even though nearly all the governments of the World accept that human driven climate change is going to have a devastating effect on the planet, they're still doing f*ck all about it.

I think that's true on both sides of the Atlantic.

I think the lesson is don't give Ed a set of your house keys in the first place.

One of my mates used to own and manage a pub attached to Windsor & Eton Riverside railway station. Both the royal princes and their security entourages had been customers, waiting for a train back to whatever palace at the end of term while they were attending Eton. They were served non-alcoholic drinks. My friend wasn't going to break the law for them no matter who they thought they were. Rolf Harris had also been a customer on a few occasions.

The moment has passed. None of my current near-neighbours have cats - I know this from the lack of fresh cat shite appearing in my small back garden. I spend quite a lot of time visiting my mother, and her neighbours have cats. None of them are in the slightest bit interested in people. As much as I like cats and dogs, I've never been tempted to get one - too much responsibility. Owning a houseplant is too much responsibility for me. My brother's partner is just about to get a new black Labrador puppy born a few weeks before Christmas. I can't wait too meet her (it's a bitch).

Fair point. I'm grateful to S.L.I.P. for making me realise that I could be worse than I am.

... which just leads me to a huge great rant not suitable for these pages.

... but while I'm here:

As a general rule, I've never been terribly fond of music made by blokes with long hair. There are a very few exceptions to that rule. UFO aren't one of them. Quite how I ended up on the Cakewalk forums ...

This is about as close as I came to having a pet:

Are you feeling OK? Should we call a doctor?

Their true nature is never far below the surface ... ... but in deference to Ed, I won't post any links.

I'm a tiger ... ... growl.

Damn, that track gets me very time.

My 1000th post here just had to be a Joy Division track.

... the last encounter I had with a member of the clergy was with a vicar whom The Daily Mail dubbed "The Rev of Rage". She is a piece of work, I can tell you. Perhaps I will*. It would also provide an illustration of how the gutter press can print a story where everything stated is more or less true but presented in a way that distorts the truth. * Although, normally I lack the enthusiasm for making posts more than a few sentences long.

Weather is not the same as climate.

More importantly, won't anybody think of the koalas?

An oldie but a goldie.