THE PROBLEM OF CHILDREN POLLUTION

I chanced yesterday to hear the section on Radio 4, early evening, that section where Eddie Mair reads out the one liners that listeners send in.
It hardly ever interests me and I am rarely there to hear it.
There was however, yesterday, a long run of people outraged at the behaviour of parents with children -- their failure to control them, their inability to see the other person, their assumption that we are charmed by the products of their loins... their assumption that it is their own business though the rest of us are witnessing the learning process of aggressive sociopaths of many categories at the very least.
I fear it was voices crying in a wilderness.
I came into my least hated cafe a while back to find four of the tables near to electrical sockets blocked by by about half a dozen mid age sociopaths spreading out from tables in the centre. They were blocking all pathways and customers and staff were going round them. I needed the electrical sockets, one of them, and asked for assistance.
Tough shit, innit mate, said a cretin.
So I went round the long way. He watched me and clearly gained some pleasure from the process. I got to the now cramped space by the table, which was just enough, and began moving their luggage. I was told I had better watch it.
One went to the toilet and I moved my table to where it would have been, thereby reducing her imperial influence.
I was told that I resemble female genitals and I said that, in view of that opinion, I wished him luck with the opposite sex and hoped that he would soon lose his virginity.
I leave it open to my readers' considerations why so many who think that "cunt" is an appropriate insult to use of anyone get so upset if it is suggested they are virgins; the use of the word suggests to me extreme dislike and perhaps fear of women.
Once in a millinnium it might be true that they are virgins; mostly, and I must have used that line a dozen times in the last few years, it seems that to have actually had sexual intercourse is somehow a badge of honour.
It goes with the inability to think, I suppose.
Their subsequent threats were unpleasant, but my suggestion that the police be called and that we were probably on cctv (we are everywhere else) drew from them the opinion that the cafe stank and they were best off away from such a pathetic and ugly selfish little man as I -- the latter is a collage of several contributions.
I mention all this because they were replaced by a young and attractive woman who brought a coffee and two children to one of their tables; and the children spread out to fill the space vacated, as if reenacting those diagrame claiming to depict the difficusion of prehistoric races.
The coffee behaved like coffee, going cold rapidly and allowing itself to be drunk without resistance. The chiuldren behaved like a virulent disease. When she admonished them, looking up briefly from her iphone, one had a violent tantrum, hitting the floor and screaming; the other made no sound but hit her repeatedly. He did so rather hard. She showed her strength of character and continued using her phone is if neither of them existed, only leaving the cafe when she had finished her coffee at a civilised pace. What nice human beings those children will grow up to be.
To my right the people there are saying that the man being questioned in Aberystwyth on the supposed murder of a child should be charged because if he isn't guilty we are sure to find out.
So much to be grateful for.

MARS ROVER HAS FIRST SHIT

The Mars Rover has its very first shit today. We hope to bring you live coverage in colour.

National Poetry Day

anyway, what I wanted to say was

It's National Poetry Day everyone!

so shut up

[inane poems are permitted]

do as you're told

and piss off

Google wins "biggest contemporary wanker" award

I just had to log out of gmail in order to be shown the _new mail_ button on blogger

They don't say they're doing it. They just do it. Like crooks and spooks

THE GREAT DEBATE

The BBC seems to be having trouble with its tenses. "If the gap between the candidates narrows, it will be a huge boost for the Republican campaign - and suggests Romney could win the White House, writes Mark Mardell."
I was awake and heard this debate. Obama was drab. Romney was sparkling.
The trouble was that while Obama made a kind of mind-numbing sense, Romney was talking shit.
Whatever Obama said he denied it without argument or evidence.
I imagine another argument:
Romney: So you don't believe in God? Well then who made the sherbert fizz?
And the crowd looks impressed. Yes, they say, look; he can't answer that one. Romney's right, you know.

SNATCHED BODIES

I really may have to abandon this blog and or go elsewhere.

Because a slime creature has blocked my email, I have obtained a gmail account which is doing as much as it can in its bureaucratic automatic way to take over my life. It's favourite trick is to deny me access to this blog, demanding that I adopt IT as my primary email.

Well, I am not sure that I want to. I feel very unhappy about getting into Google's sweaty bed too much.

Several times this morning gmail has announced oops there is an error on the server try again. Notice it's not their fault, but the server's. Other times I must have forgotten my password.

No.

The problem is that they are insisting on taking over my life. There is no human available to whom I can turn.

So I plead the first amendment -- is that the right one? the freedom of speech one. I know I'm a Brit but USA has never doubted it's got authority over us. So.

I would like a blog without pushy hegemonic sales machines calling.

If this goes quiet for a long time and you are interested in what I have to say, do contact me. It may be that I have fallen into a coma; but it is just as likely I have been locked out or else given up because I am wasting hours of time.

To sum up the problem, I now disclose an abandoned password: googlewank

More email

My battle with alien invaders persists
I won't name it but some of you will know the institutional account I used to have
I still ought to have it
Unfortunately, one of its units of production either made a fundamental mistake or is covering for the one who did - or they're all stupid. Probably that one.
Unfortunately, I let this unit of production know just how invincibly ignorant I think they are
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What has surprised me is that it seems everyone in the institution is scared to say anything or so it seems. I gave the fullest information to someone who has always seemed ok and they replied "I don't know anything about it". I said that they did and that was meant with silence
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To hell with it
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The one time I remember finding the now show at all funny was an evening when for reasons  I did not and do not understand they did bad french accents

but the line they repeated interminably was quote go and have sex with yourself in your own bottom

nowadays it has no effect upon me and I can't work out why it ever did

but I do have a desire to say it to some people

when I was losing my temper with the misnamed help desk I remembered whole swathes of Hitchhiker's Guide

particularly the section where he tries to leave a message for callers at a hotel reception whereupon they try to phone him and tell him he isn't in his room... the one thing my receptionist would not do is consider the possibility that there was anything wrong

today fighting internet explorer -- and you may well ask -- I thought there was something i still hadn't grasped

and then it camne to me

dealing with the help desk was like trying to reason with internet explorer

i decided to tell you that and tried to log in

before i did so it recognised me

when i logged in it said i had no blogs

that wasted half an hour

just now i had to publish this and then edit because it decided i had finished

... and earlier I visited a web site which google insisted is in German

I had told it before it is in English and it thanked me

but today...

there you have it, all systems and all consciousness are turning into bad software

and in order to cope people are having their brains erased so they can cope

Lawrence