THE BRITISH THREAD II

What are you on about. If you came in the pub talking about the tornadoes at this time of night I would fall sideways like a gatepost and hit the carpet snoring.

It was simple enough. I even gave example from the very wide range I had to choose from. Mild examples.

On your incident you might try to remember that society is a melting pot. If you put the ingredients into a large jam-pan and heat it after a while you'll see bubbles popping on the surface. Your incident is one of them. It was just your turn. The way to stop the bubbles is to turn the heat down not blame the bubbles. Andy Warhol referred to the incident when Ms Solanis pumped six lumps of lead into him, which was probable what did for him, from 3 feet as an "accident". But he was an artist and they tell the truth. They don't go riding around on the Daily Mail Special.

Don't you think turning the heat down might be the best place to start. And you've been voting to turn the heat up all your life. What your faked rage shows is that you want the many benefits of the heat up 3% a year, more if poss, but not to take your turn with the bubbles which inevitably rise to the surface. That's a bit iffy intellectually.

And think of all the jobs there are dealing with the bubbles. What would they all do with no bubbles to work on. You could start with the plumbers who put the court toilets in and work up branching off anywhere you like. And think of all the wages that army of bubble strokers spend in the shops and housing market.

Simple solutions are for simple people. If those lads are nicked some copper will be bringing them cocoa and toasted cheese butties right now. And their lawyers will be coming tomorrow, in taxis probably.

If I belonged to the party that wanted 3% growth I would accept my turn with my bubble with equanimity and poise and in thinking that when they get some proper guidance, which is what they might be searching for, what with Sir Elton as a role model, they might be in Iraq in a fairly short time. The Station Sergeant might be the man to talk to them. Not some girl who has read Eyesenk and Freud and whatnot and has got a diploma and is only in it to provide funds for a spendaholic problem.

Stiff upper lip old chap.

An accident happened to me today. I ended up with nothing to do at one point in a room which had a The Sun and a The Independent in it. For half an hour.

So I skimmed them through as most people would have done.

I reckon that twenty years of that on a daily basis must blow your brains. There were solutions to every problem known to mankind. And it all seemed so easy. The Indy did have a few flashes of wit though.

I liked Mr Whittam Smith's "rapid and disorderly manner" phrase in relation to the dollar.

I hear The Zimmerman chappie is having trouble with sales of his latest album as well!

When I write a cheque my bank manager rings up to see if I'm alright.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/crime/article/0,,2176385,00.html

nutter. But what was the manufacturer doing building a car capable of 3 times the national speed limit? Why is such a vehicle legally sold in a country where the vehicle's performance can't be used on public roads?

I blame the manufacturer more than I blame the poor sap who gets his thrills driving quickly.