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25th August 2011 - EUBS- GDANSK- POLAND- D1

Secret Canadian needs to get out of his “professional isolation”. Well, it is a lonely job being only one of twenty doctors in a rare specialisation in the UK. So we have acceded to tearful demands, and Janky and Simon are going to his aid to meet others of the same ilk.

So like getting the last 2 butterflies to meet across a thousand miles of rainforest, we have him on a jet plane to the Rabble-rousing-docker-striking capital of Poland. Gdansk.

Yes, it’s the 37th Annual Meeting of the European Underwater Baromedical Society.

(For mild amusement see 34th here: )

EUBS for short- no, not UBE’S, that’s Unnecessary Breast Examinations, as performed by lecherous old doctors in Harley Street, and where the punters have to pay over 100 quid for the pleasure.

The fine hyperbaric and diving doctors of Europe have been meeting annually since the early seventies to cross pollinate and get pissed on cheap euro beers across this fine continent.

We haven’t bothered going for the last few years, mainly because the destinations have been shit (Aberdeen), too Muslim (Istanbul) or just plain scary (Clapham Junction). But Gdansk is perfect. A beach, a river and empty streets as the locals are all working in the UK.

That is why Secret, Janky and Si find themselves in a cab at 3 a.m. Now, there’s only one thing worse than getting a rusty Mondeo at that hour of the morning. And that is when it has to take you to a Ryanair flight. F*** our luck that the worlds decent airlines don’t fly to northern Poland. We are now at that Irish hood’s mercy. But having used this appauling airline before, Janky was well prepared. I had Secret amputate my lower legs, catheterise me and remove my vagus nerve (there are no sickbags as there are no seatback holders). It was almost like flying Emirates after that.

Never trust the BBC 5 day forecast. Infact, never trust the BBC at all really. Sunny with light showers. Bastard huge electrical storms actually Michael Fish, you muppet. None of us had anything remotely umbrella-y, so the five hours we have to wait for our rooms to be made ready are spent in the bar on the river front, watching the water level rise to Biblical levels.

We are staying at the Hamza Hotel. Presumably named after its owner, Abu Hamza. Nice to see the Muslim Radicals branching out into the tourist market. There was even a ritual beheading of one of the 10 year old cleaning staff for stealing used loo paper, laid on for us as a welcome. Beats a fruit bowl.

The combined IQ of Janky, Secret and Si has to be well over 500. So it is a little surprising that none of us brought out an agenda, a print off of the events to come or even the hotel name. I blame Secret, as the youngest he is in charge. After a frantic email retrieval, we have a meet’n’greet kicking off in an hour in the Old Town, hosted by none other than the most moustachiod Nobel prize winner in history. Lech out of Solidarnosc himself.

Sadly Lech has “family issues”. He has sent a note of apology instead. The welcome reception is a huge success. Set in Arthur’s Room, a high ceiling-ed medieval hall; it is full of tapestries and armour and check this…THE WORLD’S BIGGEST RENAISSANCE STOVE; we don’t miss Lech, but get stuck into sausage and wine.

3 glasses in and Secret has come back to inform us that he has been dissed by a rival doctor. That’s 2 now on Janky’s hit list. The other is a wanker German who caused problems in Barcelona 5 years ago.

Never forgive, never forget, always get even.

That’s all my Dad ever taught me. We’ll bide our time and get them between courses at the Gala Dinner in a few days.

The evening finishes at a molecular food restaurant in town. Si has the tomato soup with nitrogen. He thinks it’s a typo for the word croutons. It’s not. They bring out 2 pails of liquid gas and pour it in his bowl with a blob of cheese on top.

“Tastes cold” he says.

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9th August 2011 - This Septic Isle

IT ALL KICKED OFF DOWN MY STREET LAST NIGHT. So what better way to spend a dull Tuesday soir, than to visit me local riot.

I've gotta say, what Janky saw was one of the most pathetic sights representing the most pathetic aspects of this shit country since probably the Suez Crisis. We are now a laughing stock to the rest of the world, and make Greece look like Germany. Most of us have now watched the feeds, sucked up Sky News [happy that Murdoch's off the front page sans doubte]and all called for public flogging, but hear the truth from Janky....the man who was there..

THE POLITICIANS....

Livingstone, you had almost rehabilitated yourself after losing the Mayoral play-offs. Not too bad on LBC with Mellor, you have talked sense recently. But not last night, the usual nasal whiny, its the police/society, but not 10 years of feckless Labour governance which allows fools to go to Uni and wonder why they cant get a job to cover their debts after. That allows anyone to stay on benefits for as long as they want and complain about a lack of jobs, when there are more Poles than in Kracow working and saving in London. That allows the Welfare State to cease to be a safety net for the needy, but to in fact create greater need in the long term. And allows single parent families to flourish with little input from the mothers and absent fathers so children seek acceptance from gang culture as there is no love from anyone in the family home. Mind you , you are not as bad as..

Diane Abbott. Can we call an Emperor's Clothes here. Christ, this woman is stupid. A place at Cambridge must have been a clerical error. I have had the (dis)pleasure of interviewing here twice and found her to be clueless and valueless. I once held her up for her policy when in power of recruiting all the best Caribbean teachers for UK sink estate schools. "Whose left then to bring on the Carib kids/isnt this like plundering the best of other cultures for our museums etc?" I asked. Silence on the other end of the line. Sorry Abbott, you have traded on your blackness and female gender for long enough. Go the same way as Paul Boateng and piss off from our screens. Mind you, you are not as bad as....

Theresa May. Still had time for the hairdo love, before you did the rounds this morning. So our Home Secretary had to get Daddy Dave back to sort out the mess. You stood still and let this happen. You did not have the wit to defuse anything after the second night of riots and so allowed the third. When there are 4 coppers standing at Clapham Junction for 3 hours trying to quell a 300 strong baying mob, perhaps a call to the local Army barracks might have been useful. You hadn't the balls to issue tasers, or even allow fire engines to become water cannons when they are being attacked. Can we all agree that the days of career politicians should be over, if this is what produces Ms May. And...who blackballed Cameron's choice for chief of the Met..yes the American who dropped the crime rate in NY and LA by 60% whilst taking on gang culture? Yes you Theresa. He seems like the shoe in now doesn't he. Do the decent thing and piss off back to banking you fat housewife. RESIGN

THE POLICE....

You just stood there. Just stood there like petrified bunnies in the headlights. The whole pub was roaring with laughter at that wheelie bin attack footage. A yoof pushed it at 10 of you, you all parted like the Red Sea and formed an attack line 100 metres away from the angry teens. Hopeless. The reason why there was so much rock throwing and looting was because you did nothing, they knew they could get away with it from the night before. STOP worrying what the press/Guardianistas think about kettling, tazering and a bit of a baton charge, and do what is right at the time. You must have had someone who got the messages about where it was kicking off...so why weren't you there in force at CJ to stop them hoodieing up outside. Do the 12 year olds terrify you? Is policing about PC first, constable?

20 paras could have done better than 200 of you. I know where I would put my money at the next cabinet funding rounds. Next time a gangly yob girly throws a rock at you- go whack him on the knee, cuff him with those plastic thingies and tazer him for good luck. That's what you like doing- and that's what we pay out taxes to see on 24 hour rolling news. Act natural, plod.

THE PRESS....

Surprisingly good last night, and dare I say it actually brave. Sky were mob fronted by 200 down the Junction and stood their ground. Maybe I wont go to Virgin after all. The soundman, though was very quick to lock himself into his van when I pointed out that 5 scarvies were about to do the Carphone Shithouse. Shoeman reckons that the reason there was such sadness in the reporting is that so many of Sky and the Beeb live near CJ..is doesn't do well for the house prices, eh. But thanks to both channels for calling the riot area "Clapham". Actually, it is Battersea, but don't tell the yuppies going to Foxtons who are gonna shell out over a mill for my gaff when it's time for a move.

THE PARENTS....

What kind of twats let a 12 year old out all night to come home booty laden at 2 in the morning? Yes, feckless, dole scrounging, crack ho' mammas, and Babyfathers off creating their 5th kid by their fifth "bitch". This has got to stop. If your kid is responsible for some of this, and you did not give a damn, then lets look at your benefits, pay you in food and cover your ute bills. Pathetic. And, AfroCaribbean community leaders- it's time you got a grip on your community. Stop whingeing, the Chinese and Asians who were all outside their shops defending them from your looters came here with exactly the same chances as you. And their kids are all at medical school, whilst yours flip burgers. Use these events to promote better role models than Gangsta Rappers to your community. No more excuses.

THE PUNKS....

Basically, it was 12 to 18 year old, being coordinated by older thieves. Parked up, off side roads near CJ were vans, where the booty was taken by the little 'uns. They would then go back for more on the orders of these modern Fagins. I heard one shout.."Get in the van, were off to Brent Cross now..."

The only 2 shops together that weren't banged in were....you've guessed it.. Waterstone's and Rymans.

CAN'T READ CAN'T WRITE.

And to almost burn down Dub Vendor- the oldest Rasta music shop was frickin' daft. YOu've lost your roots man.

For you it was about a lot of things...no not society/lack of opportunity in life or hatred for the police. It was about the fact you knew you could get away with it, as you saw 5/0 would do nothing to stop you. It was about the buzz..the same buzz football hoolies get when rucking, the heady endogenous opiate release of going wild.

But it was about one more thing.

I saw a guy in his Sainsbury's uniform walking out of the hole in the JD sports window, with 10 boxes of trainers.

It was about greed.

But when we see Fred Goodwin with his million dollar pension, and bankers noses back in the bonus troughs, whilst the rest of us have to tighten our belts after their fuck ups- can we really point such pusillanimous fingers at those who would do the same, only in their way.

JCF

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2011-08-09

What an entertaining blog?! But where is the Queen and her facist regime?

Pissed off in Puglia

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7th July 2011 - For Whom the Bell Tolls

As we sink deeper into the current EU farce, and still nowhere do they mention that the Greeks only raise 2% of the possible tax haul, as well as have a mandatory retirement at 55 [show THAT to the Germans on the factory floor and you'll have a fourth Reich], we need to look closely at our neighbours.

Agreed they hate the English less than our nearest and dearest [hoots/there's lovely/begorrah]but still they have a total resistance to taking on our language fully.

Overheard on a plane from 2 Asian ladies- "where are you from".."South Korea", "oh, me I am from Taiwan". A conversation fully in the Queen's English.

Admit it Euro...you will be speaking it as a first tongue in 50 years and your dialect will go the same way as Cornish, Celt and Cymru.Music, movies and the web will see to that. And a good thing too when you look closely at what is spoken across the European plains.

The Czechs insist on making me try to speak a bit of their lingo.

But as I point out, you may have given the world "Robot", a blind King that went in to battle at Crecy tied to his consorts either side [he was shot by an archer early doors]and the Skoda Yeti, but you know what....??

Any language which has no word for toes, yes TOES, like at the end of your feet, is not worth learning.

For Wenceslas sake, that is etymologically insane!

We all know words come from things we commonly use or see...hence Eskimos don't have a word for a desert or an X-Box, or the Bedouin for a polar bear or sausages, but that is understandable. But Czech-dudes, toes are like, there all the time, you see them fifty times a day [unless you were the Blind King John of Bohemia] and you stub them on heavy oak banqueting tables in your beer cellars. You HAVE to have a word for them.

"No, they are called fingers". Seriously they are..it must cause chaos at the fracture clinic..

"I need an x-ray of a finger"

"Which one of the twenty possibles, doctor"

How can you expect anyone to bother to learn your language, when you can't be darned to figure out there's a difference between the distal hand and foot.

Rant over, though they have a comeback.

"What is the English for the little bells- like on a jesters hat?"

Bells

"What do you call the big bells in a church or your Houses of Parliament"

Bells

"Ah, in Czech they all have different names"

Hmmm, I felt a bit impotent here, we are a bit mono-wordy on that front.

So come on OED lets get a few more terms for tinkling metal inverted receptacles with clappers in, than we have. Bell-end seems to be the only variation.

Mind you , on the 7 words for snow hypothesis, the Czechs have so many words, as the bell is so integral into society there.

That's what happens when you are repeatedly invaded for 2000 years.

Tadaa, touche, we'll just stick with the one thanks.

However...we can all point at the Germans for the most bizarre hypowordism.

Shoes are well....shoes.

But what do you put on your hand when its cold in Bavaria?

Gloves. NO SIREE. "hand shoes" is what you put on to avoid frostbite.

Bizarre.

Next time you buy an Audi, don't forget to lock the "hand-shoe box" when you put the satnav in there.

Vorshprung durch technik, my arse.

JCF

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2011-08-02

In Spain they call toes "fingers of the feet", which just makes me want to say: "But they're not fingers. They're toes."

Machete Masta

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24th May 2011 - Trick Cyclist

For anyone given to conspiracy theories Lance Armstrong is perfect cannon fodder. Doping allegation dog him long after his retirement and the story won’t die because there is a huge reluctance by people to believe he was, quite simply, exceptional. The ‘did he / didn’t he’ debate drags on but never seems to get stale – and is always perfect filler for a slow news day.

So by way of support for Lance - not that he needs much from us - here’s an extract from a book by Jules Eden and Alex Clarke (called ‘50 Reasons to Hate the French – available online and at all good bookshops)…

‘Armstrong is a phenomenon. Until 1996 the 35 year old Texan’s career was solid rather than stellar. He won the 1993 World Road Championship in Norway and some major US races, showing good form on the hill stages of the Tour DuPont. However riding for the French team, Coridis, he had participated in the Tour de France only four times and finished just once, taking thirty-sixth place in 1995. A year later, he was diagnosed with stage three testicular cancer that was in danger of riddling his entire body.

Doctors told him he had a 50% chance of survival (they told his family 3%), cut off a diseased testicle and went to work on the lesions in his brain and his lungs. He came out of the heavy chemotherapy a changed man. ‘He had no hair and had scars on his head’ recalled Merckx, a good friend to Armstrong since they met at the Barcelona Olympics. ‘He became thinner, he was different morphologically and above all, he lost a lot of weight. He was completely transformed as a cyclist.’

The transformation showed in 1999 when the Texan won the Tour for the first time. Now he rode for the young ‘Blue Train’, the team of the US Postal Service, which gave him his chance when his old sponsors, a French telephone credit company cancelled his two-year contract during his illness.

Armstrong won again in 2000, in 2001, in 2002 and 2003, equalling records held by Merckx and only three others. It didn’t make him popular with the home crowd. When Armstrong and his team were introduced to the crowd at the start of the 2001 Tour in Dunkirk they were stunned to be booed even before the race started. This was the start of ritual barracking of the American through all subsequent appearances in France. ….

He is the only man tin history to have won the Tour do France so many times. Except that much of the French crowd and its cheerleaders in the French press do not accept Armstrong’s victory as clear at all.

Their objection was expressed in a piece of graffiti chalked on the Alpe road that Armstrong must have passed as he face to victory ‘EPO Lance. EPO is short for erythropoietin, a blood booster banned in sport.

…So it is dope, rather than talent, stamina, strength, year-long training programmes, superbly engineered bikes or the famous ‘rage’ that many French hope is responsible for Armstrong’s performance…

And they (the media) are eager to prove it one way or another. During Stage 5 the sport daily l'Equipe revealed from an unnamed source that one of four urine samples had tested positive for another banned drug, a coracoid. It was well known that Armstrong had been one of those tested. His team were besieged by the media until the International Cycling Union finally coughed up an emergency press statement stating that Danish racer Bo Hamburger, another of the tested riders had a certificate to use the drug for his asthma.

The truth is that Armstrong is the most tested cyclist on the Tour circuit. In 2004 he was tested twenty-two times in random sport-checks during competition and out of it by four different official agencies, all of whom found him clean. During the two hundred other checks he has taken since 1999 Armstrong has only tested positive once, the result of a legitimate prescription for a cream containing steroids used for a saddle sore. ‘The UCI declares with the utmost firmness that this was an authorized usage’ reads the official statement, ‘and does not constitute a case of doping.’

Whether is book deals or bitterness, there has been much speculation as to what Tyler Hamilton’s motivations are – but the last thing this situation is more speculation, it has had enough already.

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2011-05-24

And he was good in Dodgeball

SpaceRanger

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30th March 2011 - MUAMMAR WEER ALL CRAZEE NOW

A little potted history.

He coups off against King Idris,who was a deliberate attempt by the US and the West to push sales of Ginger Beer in Africa.

http://www.reviewcentre.com/reviews55662.html

From then on he behaved simalarly to most of the ruling African nutters. He didn't stoop to cannibalism like Bokassa, or apartheid like the Saffers.

Later he bombed a French passenger plane. The French negotiated for about 50k per passenger and kept diplomatic relations.

He then shot a copper in London, but 100k paved the way to continued relations.

The Berlin disco explosions then really did it for him. It pissed of the Yanks.

Thatch was happy to let the planes take off from the UK, but good old France wouldn't let them fly over.

Bombs missed, but killed one of his family.

We didn't try much after that because of "world opinion", notably the leftist press and the BBC.

He then arranged the Lockerbie terrorism to pay back for him being bombed.

Eventually we get to bang up an Arab in Scotland after a Dutch trial.

Eventually we get to release back to a country, an Arab on his prostatic death bed.

Only after he has paid up about 1million a head for Lockerbie- but delayed as the French realised they had sold their passengers short years earlier and wanted the difference before they would sign off.

Arab goes back to Libya, everyones paid off, and we can start to roll in the oil companies for a bit more exploration and profit.

He's back in the fold and gets camping rights in Paris on a State visit.

Later people start to chuck rocks in Benghazi.

They then start to fire weapons in Benghazi.

He fires back and the BBC scuttle over with brave journos sending earnest reports from the safety of the Egyptian border.

He kicks the rebel asses a bit too much for our Western 6 pm newstime's liking, so we send in the planes.

"To enforce a no fly zone and prevent civilians from being harmed"

The first strike was by a French plane on some radar systems.

Now it seems any country can read what it likes into UN protocols and bomb whatever they want. Probably including pro civilians, but on the side we don't like, or our Governments feel they ought to support in case of hard questioning by the BBC.

Now here's the rub....if I were a Colonel in the Libyan Army I might be thinking..

"Hang on a minute..one moment, youre happy with your pay-offs, are even happier to release a man out of detention back to us [when you are accepting asylum seekers from countries with a far better track record than ourselves], were happy to send oil execs and geologists to our desert and let our boss come to your country for a good old meet 'n' greet. Then a few people start shooting my soldiers up in Benghazi, we reprise and you now turn your opinions on a sixpence and bomb the shit out of us. Where's your consistency? Do you know whose gonna be in charge of the Rebel government? Cos last time in Afghanistan it turned out to be the Taliban, and you didn't like what happened next there. And you know what?? It's our country and if you are so pie-eyed about civilian casualites then I assume your planes are off to Zimbabwe, North Korea and London, where your coppers kill demonstrators on the streets.

About 2 years ago Janky was approached by a mediator for the Libyan government about setting up a much better medical system for the citizens. This does not reek of PolPottism dictatorship.

We happily let Saudis fresh from watching a beheading or ordering the removal of a child's limb deal with our Government.

But you know what Muammar, we stink of hypocracy over here and you just got caught up in it.

It's just a shame you didn't read the runes and when you saw the way we treat our protestors put in a pre-emptive strike on Scotland Yard in the name of your political system and strung a few idiot journalists along to give it credibility.

"And you told me fool fire water won't hurt me

And you tease me and all my ladies desert me"

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7th January 2011 - JERUSALEM

Harold Bishop! Sir Les Patterson! Paul Hogan! Kylie Minogue and her bottom! Germaine Greer! Baldy out of Midnight Oil! Skippy the Bush Kangeroo! Mad Max and all the other Road Warriors on bikes with crossbows on their wrists!

Wombats, emus, cassowarays, quokkas!

Sydney funnel webs! Blue-ringed octopi!

Ned kelly- yes Mr Bucket Head!

The pig, the BIG FAT PIG in Razorback! Oink!

THE BIG FAT PIG in the Sheila's Wheels adverts!

Rolf Harris! - Can you hear me, Rolf! Can you see what it is yet???

Your boys took one hell of a beating! Your boys took one hell of a beating!!!

You are now ranked 5th in the world, and WE , yes, the might of this glorious island are ranked only just behind India, South Africa (and Sri Lanka on a turning pitch.)

We did you in 1986 with Judgey and Lamby

And we did you in 2011 with Trotty and Pieterseny.

Can't wait for the World Cup when we shall add the spinning and batting power of Panesary.

England! Let's sing a song about the second city in Israel.

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2011-03-14

Corrupts Absolutely

Zuuzas

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21st December 2010 - PERTH

Read "Adelaide"

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30th November 2010 - ADELAIDE

If it's any consolation to Australia, remember that English sport is defined by its false dawns.

An awful World Cup after easy qualification, beating Australia at Twickenham, only to play pathetically against Samoa and South Africa. We can't even bid for a World Cup without shooting ourselves in the foot.

Our sport is the bastard offspring of Audley Harrison and Tim Henman- if it were genetically possible.

So put your dollars on yourselves and watch us revert to type.

And on that vein..the shortlist for the BBC Sports Personality of the Year is out...a gentle reminder of 2010, our sporting annus horribilis. That list in full:

Mark Cavendish

occassional stage winner in French cycle race

Tom Daley

child diver

Jessica Ennis

Commonwealth medallist, beating some Malays and Fijiians

David Haye

beat up has been boxer and university graduate in 8 minutes

AP McCoy

the only jockey without an Irish accent

Graeme McDowell

won a major and watched as an American missed a putt

Graeme Swann

2-161

Phil Taylor

not even a Commonwealth sport. Any game you can smoke whislt doing it is a pasttime, not a sport

Lee Westwood

never won a major, probably never even second

Amy Williams

Skeleton Bob..surely a cartoon character, not a sport.

So, there, our list of the highest achievers this country can offer the world this year.

Mind you, it is "Personality" I suppose, hence Rudzedski won it.

JCF

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26th November 2010 - RIP PPJ

The reason why this blog exists, sadly passed away at 5am this morning.

Continuing to live - that is, repeat

A habit formed to get necessaries -

Is nearly always losing, or going without.

It varies.

This loss of interest, hair, and enterprise -

Ah, if the game were poker, yes,

You might discard them, draw a full house!

But it's chess.

And once you have walked the length of your mind, what

You command is clear as a lading-list.

Anything else must not, for you, be thought

To exist.

And what's the profit? Only that, in time,

We half-identify the blind impress

All our behavings bear, may trace it home.

But to confess,

On that green evening when our death begins,

Just what it was, is hardly satisfying,

Since it applied only to one man once,

And that one dying.

LM

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2010-12-07

http://www.guardian.co.uk/media/greenslade/2010/dec/02/dailymail-dailyexpress

JCF
2010-12-10

http://robmcgibbon.blogspot.com/2010/12/lester-middlehurst-rip.html

RMcG

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8th November 2010 - BOOK

Ah, and what fine pleasure it is to spend 2 weekends out of the last 3 in England's second city.The last one was for the eponymous "Dive Show". Remarkably a show based on diving, at the NEC. That's just about where the fun started and ended. The Naff Exhibition Centre really is the pits. For starters the best gourmet food around is a Subway. Gourmet for teen agers I am sure, but as an adult, raised on proper food, I like my meat to contain, well...meat. And a veg to have not been gamma irradiated. Shit, that stuff is glowing.

Anyways, we had to offload a large volume of a free dive magazine called "Tanked Up".

www.tankedupmagazine.co.uk

That's how the hard end of marketing works now. If they've already got a plastic bag, offer it up, and you know it probably won't be in the nearest bin within a few seconds.

Now this is my concern....the amount of people that refferred to said organ as a "book" was shocking.

"Oooh look Jamal. A free book"

"That's a nice book, it's got a picture of a fish on it."

Etc.

It's a fuggin MAGAZINE not a BOOK.

No wonder literacy is so poor in this shit country when kids get asked how many books they've read over the summer hols, they say 7 or 8, and on further questioning the teacher finds that it's not Trollope or Austin,

but Heat, Zoo, Nuts and Woman's Realm.

Christ's Big Cock...if you're too dim to tell the difference and let your kids think they are really reading a bloody book, then you as a parent should be sterilsed to prevent further stupidifying of children.

There wa sa time when it was marginally acceptable for this confusion. Yes, in the early eighties with the confused elderly. That's cos there was a similarity in those days.

BUT not now, never.

So Midland plebian, heres how to tell the difference.

A book has an ISBN number.

A magazine has staples.

Gottit??

JCF

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