70's pop idol, right wing guru, olympic swimming champion and all round good egg, Idi Amin, has died of kidney failure in a Saudi Arabian hospital after eating one of the nurses. Messages of condolence have been pouring in from leaders around the world who were quite happy to let the mass murdering dictator evade the courts for so many years. Etc. You know the score...it's Sunday morning and I've got a hangover, so I'm buggered if I can think of any intelligent, or even stupid, comments to make on this. So here's this week's Scrag End instead to add a touch of class to an otherwise incomprehensible post:

Dep. Ed. notes a story that runs rings around sheepy methane.



(Let's not hear any more about Rupert not running stories of great profundity!)

More dodgy ads.

Waddafark was THIS advert doing in the banner above this fine Blog? I had assumed there was a young lad or lassie sitting at a desk reading all the Blogs and then hand-picking ads to suit the content ... apparently not.

Whereas, the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, Tony Blair, has vigorously supported the United States in the disarmament of Iraq;

Whereas, the United Kingdom is a strong and loyal ally to the United States;

Whereas, Prime Minister Tony Blair has committed substantial military forces of the United Kingdom to the current action in Iraq;

The American people extend their heartfelt thanks to Prime Minister Tony Blair for his courage and leadership; and

Extend their deep appreciation to the United Kingdom and the men and women of its armed forces.

I think our thoughts should be transmitted to the lad.

"Messages will be printed on paper and shipped weekly to the Prime Minister's office at 10 Downing Street in London."

I created this website because it seemed to me important that Americans said thank you to Prime Minister Tony Blair and the British people.

When the call came to stand and be counted, the United Kingdom came to our side.

Names and addresses provided to this website shall not be used for any purpose other than those stated.

Jon Sanford
P.O. Box 663
West Falmouth, MA 02574
USA


The other ad on the banner links to a religious site which proclaims ... "One child at a time, one child at a time is our mission." and "Whoever receives one little child like this in My name receives Me."

I wonder if they appreciate the irony of these missionary statements given the treatment of many children by officials of various religions.

Another annoying car advert!

The New Micra!

How can you describe how compact and yet how spacious it is at the same time?

Try saying "Compacious." Come on, say it with me..."Compacious."

Editor's note: Or alternatively you could try saying "Spacked" because, somehow, that seems to sum it up it much better.

Important Things We Can learn From Television Adverts!

1) A product is completely crap unless we're told otherwise by somebody with an American accent.
2) Forget clitoral stimulation! The easiest way to bring a woman to orgasm is to cover her head with Herbal Essences Shampoo.
3) Apparently Beans Means Heinz...not gut rot and flatulence.
4) Drinking loads of alcohol means that by the age of thirty-five you'll have loads of mates but still be a virgin.
5) Women are better off driving smaller cars because men are better than they are.
6) British trains are roomy, luxurious and comfortable and not the overcrowded cess pits that we thought they were.
7) Educated people are socially backward, have goofy teeth, lots of spots and behave like morons.
8) To express your individuality copy everyone else.
9) Despite claiming that it must end soon the DFS sale will be with us forever.
10) McDonald Burgers are nutritious and wholesome and not slices of bulls' testicles wrapped in damp cardboard at all.
11) British roads are empty and surrounded by moorland and traffic jams are none existent, which is fortunate if you've just spent £10,000 on a brand new car.
12) People who live in Italy all have the plague.

Uncle Brian...filling in the board with crap like this because he couldn't be arsed watching the news today.

Gratuitous BBW Posting

Just a little something to help Leve Stangille make it through to his next Bible class without having to resort to his wife.

So the BBC didn't exactly lie but they did 'sex-up' Dr Kelly's confidential report...a bit. That's the nature of reporters. They go for headlines. And the government demands an apology for them calling Alistar Campbell a dickwad. Then the BBC demands an apology off the government for doing more than 'sexing up' claims about their reporters. And the government states that the integrity of the BBC news is now in question. So the BBC says that the government's integrity is still in question. And the government accuses the BBC of this. And the BBC accuses the government of that. And...oh for fuck's sake! Shut the fuck up whinging! They're all total bastards!
In case we've forgotten ten thousand people died in Iraq! The so called 'Weapons of Mass Destruction', regardless of anything else, have not been found. The chemical and biological weapons that formed the basis of America and Britain going to war in the first place are still missing! The forty-five minute threat was, obviously, a load of old bollocks because Iraq didn't fight back! And now the allies are occupying a country under the pretence that it's been liberated when the population of that country think very differently and the whole fucking war was a farce and a sham from the very outset!
And still Bush is hunting down Saddam! On what fucking grounds, might I ask?! Regardless of dead civil servants and government spin, there was no fucking major retaliation as promised. Iraq didn't pose the threat it was supposed to be posing. There were no nuclear, biological or chemical strikes! So how come Bush is still hunting him down? What's the excuse? That the man's a bastard? We all know that! But so are Bush and Blair and the bloke who runs the grocers round the corner from me. But that doesn't give me the right to take control of another fucking country and spend millions of the tax payers money trying to track them down and kill them!
When will people ever learn? As George Orwell pointed out in '1984', keep a population at war and they'll remain united behind their government no matter how fucking corrupt and controlling they are!
Come on folks! It's time to fight back and sack the whole fucking lot of them. Then let's try again...this time with a bit more consideration about who we're electing.

By 'eck, it's been chilly recently!
An' yet I keep 'earin' people on the telly goin' on about 'ow the weather's smashin' all known records for bein' so 'ot!
Bloody liars, 'scuse my Labia! I've 'ad t' crank me 'eatin' up to three bars an' leave the oven door open!
It's all that Trebor MacDoughnut's fault, the ignorant nig nog! Y' shouldn't have darkies readin' the news, that's what I reckon! Y' just can't trust 'em! Not after that Willy Vanilla fiasco some years ago when those two pop star wallahs was caught pretendin' t' be Des O'Conner and Val Coonigoon. And they couldn't sing at all! Not like those nice white an' orange young men 'oo they was trying to be, in their rocking chairs croonin' with the voices of angels.
Nah...those wig nogs ain't t' be trusted one aorta! Especially not with news what's about the weather bein' so 'ot. 'Ow would they know? They've got black and blue skin what doesn't burn. An' they reflect the 'eat into our eyes so's they can rob us!
An' they can sack that Moira Hindley woman off the ten o'clock news an' all! She's another big wog wig, as my 'Enry (God rest his wallet) quite rightly used t' call 'em! Only she's a wog nig in a wig! Either that or she's got a mop on 'er 'ead. She always sits there all hauty tauty like as though that's 'er proper accent and she's not pretending t' be British so's she can keep 'er job an' suck up t' the queen at all!
Well I ain't 'avin' none of it! I didn't sleep wi' fifty-three Yankee shit Soldiers durin' the War ('scuse my Cock) so's the 'ole bleedin' country could be taken over by black newscasters an' sports presenters!
If we carry on like this we'll be 'avin' bloody Welsh reporters at this rate an' then what's goin' to 'appen?!!
I'm seventeen-two you know, and all me womb 'as turned t' dust because o' this lot!