At the risk of being a complete Blog-bore, I find little at this juncture of pressing concern, about which to work up a lather, so to speak. So, rather than chunter aimlessly on, I thought a few random observations and general stupidity would do nicely, whilst I await my next brain tsunami.
It would be remiss I suppose, not to mention what an absolutely shit summer it has been thus far, here in the neo-Arctic wastes of Scotland. Seriously, I write this little featurette on the longest day (Midsummer) watching the rain cavort from the ever blackening skies, thinking 'this global warming thing...what a crock.' We've certainly upset someone along life's merry way, to be lumbered with this relentless precipitation. I hear a whisper that the 1958 Scottish Tennis Open Final has been postponed for another year, after what meteorologists are insisting is merely a 53 year heavy shower, which will give way to a sunny interval, possibly in time for a late decision on play in 2012. Typically, it was the only occasion in a glittering tennis career, that Aussie fave Rod Laver, made it to Scotland and given that he'll be 73 next year and that the other finalist is now sadly dead, he may well be awarded the title, with his opponent 'in absentia'...bet the weather's better there too.
Shitey weather is not something that our Greek Euro-cousins will have to contend with at this time. Ah the heady days of the Drachma and Ouzo pissing out your pores. It must seem a long way off now, as they've run up a bigger tab than Amy Winehouse at an 'all you can drink for free' night, at Temptations Bar, next to the Betty Ford Clinic. I've clocked up a few miles keeping up to date with the Doomsday scenarios relating to Greek debt and whist I think it inappropriate to delve too deeply in this Blogette, using my years of financial experience, I think in brief, it could be summed up in two words...total fucking shambles...yes Einstein, that's three, showing just how easy it is to get your sums all fucked up. Listen, those Greek protestors should worry. At least they can bask in the luxury of a superb tan, whilst they eat the bark off trees, because it's 600 Euros for a pint of taramasalata (I was going to say, on the rocks, but that could seem a little insensitive, given the parlous state of their economy)...
Anyhoo, European Monetary Union amongst a whole bunch of disparate nations was a basket case from the off. Not 20/20 hindsight folks, just common sense. None of us actually likes each other, with the possible exception of a just about bearable two week annual vacation and then its back to xenophobe central...and that's just Glasgow and Edinburgh.
and finally Cyril, I heard a piece on radio today that made me choke a little on my Kung Fu Panda Crunchers cereal (I am very 'cereal hip'). Burmese pro-Democracy heroine, Aung San Suu Kyi has announced that during her 15 year detention by the Burmese authorities, listening to Dave Lee Travis on the World Service, 'made her world so much more complete'. I can't make my mind up if she's...
a. just insane after years in the virtual chokey,
b. ready for another wee therapy spell 'away from things', or
c. the biggest piss-taker since David Icke during his 'Son of the Godhead/Turquoise Twat' phase.
Whatever the explanation for Ms Kyi's fondness for the Hairy Arseho...sorry, Cornflake, that detention must have been some scary experience, for that beardy todger to be the sanity saviour...and I thought I had problems.
Now, Charlie Sheen and David Icke in a sitcom..that's the kind of detention experience I want...
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