"the removal of The Feral Eye office'z front window in zuch a manner ... "
Lnagllie obviously worships a Rothful God, whose tenets are set out in the King James DIY version of "Lnagllie's Complaint".

Further m'Lud I present as evidence of Lnagllie's involvement with the pipebomb incident this barely disguised S****** B**** cartoon. There cannot be another cartoonist with this deft graphics facility and mordant wit.

BTW Brian, how did you fare in this?

I was hopeful of following a trail of bloodied breadcrumb fingers to the perpetrators ("perps" if my recollection of "NYPD Blue" serves me well) but no such luck.

Terry: Conzidering the violent aftermath of the tragic eventz of June 11th 2002 (in which one of uz waz responzible for pozting a doctored photograph of Mr. Zteve Langille'z buxom and zomewhat obeze wife on a certain, now notorious, Blogger board) I don't think you need follow the trail too far to uncover the obviouz culprit. Although not being a zubzcriber to the Darwinian theory, Mr Lnagllie does agree in principle with the 'Zurvival of the fattest' theory and the removal of The Feral Eye office'z front window in zuch a manner, along with the obliteration of the Zcrag Ends link from his own zite tendz to confirm that God doez indeed move in mysterious wayz. Ezpecially when giving birth to a pair of fat, inceztuouz baztardz.

Brian :O)

"memorial services taking place for 9/11/01 (as opposed to 11/9/01 as we Brits have always written such dates...unless something happened on the ninth of November that we weren't informed about"

The Americanisation (more correctly AmericaniZation) of the Julian calendar is all but complete here too. It is most confusing to we older folk. I ended up commemorating the WTC disaster somewhat prematurely at our local 7/11 store.

"Those bastards being, on the whole, the friends and relations of, or even the actual, plastic-bag wearing, Tory sex-Gods who sold off what didn't belong to them in the first place."

Downunder we have bypassed these middlemen flunkies and sold them directly to the corporate Chuck-come-latelies from the Land of the Free ("Free" as modified by the Department of Homer-land Security Act of "1984") who have parlayed the taxpayer hard earned financial reserves of these utilities into "perfomance bonuses", share options, executive swimming pools and speculative non core (and invariably belly up) investments.

"Uncle No-seriously-I-am-a-socialist Tony"

AKA Uncle No-seriously-my-nose-is-Dubbya's-weapon-of-mass-colonic-irrigation Tom, the idiot brother of Uncle John No-seriously-I-am-not-tall-enough-for-my-nose-to-wedge-itself-between-Dubbya's-Botox buttocks-and-that's-why-I-suffer-from-"Blair envy" Howard.

Terry -- Maggie bin Thatch privatised British Telecom back in the eighties along with the other great socialist icons of Blighty such as British Water (now owned by a Frenchman named Jaques Fatti-Catti who lives just outside Runcorn) and British Rail (singular...and shrinking fast).

Since privatisation, as could only be expected, these once proud utilities bought by the hard working peasants, have floundered, produced third-rate goods (and in the case of British Rail brought about some spectacularly bloody accidents) and have downsized due to colossal mismanagement with the loss of thousands of jobs (none of them being the managers who buggered the companies in the first instant) whilst maintaining the outrageous million plus monthly salaries of the bastards who now own them. (Those bastards being, on the whole, the friends and relations of, or even the actual, plastic-bag wearing, Tory sex-Gods who sold off what didn't belong to them in the first place.)

Since that time Uncle No-seriously-I-am-a-socialist Tony has continued to sell our National properties (with no financial refunds to the original owners I should add) to his peers and colleagues under the disguise of NEW Labour/OLD Tory. However, his largest ambition has yet to be realised: Several million square miles of prime estate beach property (slightly soiled) in downtown Iraq, the purchase of which is under negotiation from George Fuck-me-I-need-to-nuke-someone-to-beat-my-Dad-in-the-history-stakes Bush.

Although Britain's first fully corporate P.M. has stated that, in the face of huge opposition, he will be discussing this objective with Britain's shareholders, it seems the merger with the American War Machine has already been undertaken without the country's prior consent. In fact, judging by tonight's news declaring that memorial services were taking place for 9/11/01 (as opposed to 11/9/01 as we Brits have always written such dates...unless something happened on the ninth of November that we weren't informed about) it seems that we have been become Americanised completely now. Next year we'll be banning nudity from our television screens, banning Darwin from the classrooms and introducing metal detectors in our schools.

Time to burn the Union Jack!

Time to commercialise the Royal Family. (Well...every cloud, I suppose...)

One World!

One Culture!

One war-mongering, murderous twat of a Chimpanzee in charge of it all!

All accompanied by stirring music and the great American dream of pissing on the downtrodden from a great height!

"This whole affair has nothing to do with a threat from Iraq - there isn't one. It has nothing to do with the war against terrorism or with morality. Saddam Hussein is obviously an evil man, but when we were selling arms to him to keep the Iranians in check he was the same evil man he is today.

He was a pawn then and is a pawn now. In the same way he served western interests then, he is now the distraction for the sleight of hand to protect the west's supply of oil.

And where does this leave the British government? Are they in on the plan or just part of the smokescreen? The government speaks of morality and the threat posed by weapons of mass destruction, but can they really believe it?"

Unka Tony must be pleased this heretic is no longer in his cabinet.

"British Telecom, not content with being a monopoly (they own every phone line in the country and even independent phone companies have to rent the lines from them) and still managing to find themselves in debt to the tune of 60 million pounds, have decided to take their frustrations out on Yours Truly."

Ah young Brian, here downunder the similarities abound, with one difference. Oz Telstra likewise "owns every phone line in the country and even independent phone companies have to rent the lines from them". And of course to cut them out of true competition have set the wholesale prices accordingly. The difference is that Telstra makes a squillion in profits. SO what would a fine Tory government majority shareholder (of course this stake is fully funded by Australian taxpayers' dollars) in Telstra do with a profitable enterprise? OF COURSE sell of its (OUR!!) shareholding to the private sector.

Mind you I will happily sell off the Telstra Public Phone booth outside our residence to ANYONE who is happy to live with the consequences (Beirut style shattered and shuttered windows) of the 20 megaton pipe bomb it attracted last night! I was hopeful of following a trail of bloodied breadcrumb fingers to the perpetrators ("perps" if my recollection of "NYPD Blue" serves me well) but no such luck. Fear not I shall have their guts for garters. Stocking up on vengeance.

Two pics from the @RC (Hungarian Poster Festival):
- In which continent is Aphganistan? I wish phone...
- In ten years one of them will have exploded himself. (Little pun: in this case 'himself' and 'you' have same form in Hungarian.)