THE BRITISH THREAD II

There was an inchoate revolution there for a moment. Sufficient to get Cameron, Clegg, May, Osborne and Johnson to interrupt their hols, no mean feat. And Parliament recalled.

How often were our revolutionaries instructed by our Media how to manipulate the internet to stoke up trouble quickly with each middle-east country that caught fire. Everytime there was a uprising the reporters told us how they had produced it so suddenly. Media enjoys reporting uprisings because their ratings go up so you can see why it takes pains to show us how to do it. It was inflaming the pyromaniacs, and those with slow shifting stock, all Saturday night. There's only one way to describe the helicopter hovering above the burning bus: lovingly and lingeringly.

Oh yes, the hypocrisy of the media.
Enough material there for several PhD studies, at least.

I've not seen the antics in Parliament today yet; maybe I'll stay up for Newsnight. It was quite good watching Gove and Hattie Harperson crossing swords last night.

Meanwhile, abroad:

A society in Germany which advises on etiquette and social behaviour has called for kissing to be banned in the workplace.

The Knigge Society says the practice of greeting colleagues and business partners with a kiss on the cheek is uncomfortable for many Germans.

"People say this is not typical German behaviour," he said.

"It has come from places like Italy, France and South America, and belongs in a specific cultural context. We don't like it, they say."

I'm willing to bet you never kissed your workmates, Spendy.

I'm pleased to hear that the Prime Minister and the police representatives have belatedly come round to my way of thinking; that is, it is unwise to let a riot of looting develop. Better to get in fast, with whatever force can be mustered.
They seemed to be hamstrung and hogtied by their own procedures manual.
"When faced with a riot, first assemble a large force equipped with riot gear and trained in its use. Then await further instructions."

It was the same with the Fire Service at the London Tube bombings. They wouldn't enter the tunnels until they had a safety assessment from their command.
This is no good. These people are well paid to take sensible risks on our behalf. They should get stuck in. The police watched the looting as it progressed, and so the looters got bolder. They should have had their collars felt. CCTV records can only be a poor second best.

Give the police heavier clubs, and give them back their cojones.

You would lose. I fucked a few of them so I presume I kissed them in the preamble.

So the spirit of Romance is not dead after all.

The last of the red-hot lovers. I've never heard it called that before, though.

He's thinking of foreplay but that is probably too much like golf.

Tiger Woods has made the spurt, sorry sport a bit more interesting.

I doubt that, Iz.

His many holes in one cost him dearly, just ask his ex-mrs.

You're all nattering at me, nattering, nattering. Last thing I want to hear about is Tiger. Not that I'm a puritan, just that I was very bored long ago..

Don't bore me more, I will retaliate!

So, tell me about Clarke.. (seems sane to me)

Poor wee Rory McIlroy injured a tendon in his wrist.
But he's decided to play gamely on.
There's a few bob riding on the result, after all.

Rory, Ruaridh, is a gaelic name meaning "red".

Rob Roy McGregor, Robert Ruaridh McGregor, means he had red hair.

And Rob Da Bank. It does look a bit red in this picture.

And a rib is a reinforced inflatable boat.
Or maybe it's a rigid inflatable boat.
I don't know everything, you know.

We live in strange times mate. Southampton have won the first two games of the season and are top of the league. I don't know whether to cheer or cross myself.

Joey Barton, eh? Great footballer, but he does get a bit excited at times. You'd a' thought he would have had enough of making headlines for one week.

Well done Southampton. Didn't Matt Le Tissier play for them? Marvellous.

Matt Le Tissier is one of ours, a footballer who is also a nice bloke. You don't see many of those about nowadays.

It wasn't in his wrist. Virtually all announcers got it clamfloogled. It was a tendon in his forearm, with difficulties with certain torques resulting. None of the announcing bozos seem to be able to read.

I doubt he is poor at this time.

That's pretty lateral Spendy. I like it, although I doubt it.
Met a Millwall fan covered in blood on the tube yesterday, he'd been out 'protecting' us.