C’mon man. Bitta positivity?
C’mon man. Bitta positivity?
He is rather right wing.
He does rather dwell on his Vietnam days.
TIME OUT! TIME OUT! TIME OUT!
America hates/used to hate anything to do with Vietnam.
Here’s how he’s selling the new American Conservatism
I dislike McCain’s latest cheap shot commercial very much.
See for yourself.
Popularity doesn’t necessarily mean lack of quality.
Methinks McCain doth protest too much.
Saying Obama is not fit for office because he has achieved celebrity status does not mean he is not fit for office.
Were the Beatles not good at pop music because they were popular?
Jeana and I went to a brilliant exhibition at The Scottish National Portrait Gallery last week. It’s a celebration of the great photography commissioned by Vanity Fair in its two manifestations from 1913 until the War and then again when it was resurrected in 1983
The list of photographic contributors to the magazine is quite staggering…Alfred Stieglitz, Edward Steichen, Man Ray in the first iteration, and Annie Liebovitz, Helmut Newton (who’s portrait of Margaret Thatcher was for me, the most ironic and best shot in the show – and no she didn’t have her kit off) and Mario Testino (our Diana) amongst others in the later manifestation.
I thought the curation of the show was great too (interesting and readable notes on every shot; by subject and by photographer)
Some of the images, like these, are classics…
Definitely worth the trip.
We bought tickets for Tracey Emin’s show which starts on Saturday and Foto at The Dean Gallery too. Great stuff. Can’t wait.
It would seem that almost everywhere we go on holiday we leave a trail of devastation behind us. Can it just be a coincidence? Just like wherever Katie Adie goes a war seems to break out.
Two years ago, the day after we’d been in Cellardyke, Bird Flu was found in a dead swan in Cellardyke harbour. Last year as we left Praia de Luz Madeliene McCann was abducted, and only ten days ago we were on the Grand Pier in Weston Super Mare. That won’t be happening again in a hurry as it burned down this morning!
It seems this story has gone down well because it appeared on The Guardian blog at 10.45 this morning.
I saw a great old commercial on one of those Jimmy Carr shows last night.
It was from the 50’s or 60’s, and featured some robbing bastard breaking into some unsuspecting poor sod’s house… but the door or window lock has some scary pyrotechnics attached.
The net result?
Burglar shits its pants and justice is done.
You know what?
Wish they made them now.
A golf weekend like few others.
Not only did Tom and I beat our nemeses, The Reids, 3 and 1 on Saturday but I had the distinction of scoring the greatest number of pars in a single round in my life (10) and a net 6 under par score – although I have scored better at Ratho.
Sunday’s medal at Dundas Park was also good. My second best medal score ever, net 70, level par.
(How crap is that though?)
However, this hides the real story which was the fact that I shot 5 under for 16 holes and 5 over for the sixth (which, being a nine hole course I have to play, and can’t, twice).