Monday 16 March 2009
It's been a year...
Sunday 16 March 2008
It's coming!
Primary school children should be eligible for the DNA database if they exhibit behaviour indicating they may become criminals in later life
Who am I to decide if a child is to become the next Charlie Manson? Who are they?
Why should an individual be considered half guilty of some future crime?
Idiots.
Tuesday 15 January 2008
Free Speech
Tuesday 13 November 2007
"The Ice Age Is Coming"
The Clash - London Calling
Chorus:
The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in
Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
London is drowning-and I live by the river
I was born in 1976. This The Clash song was first recorded in 1979. I was obviously too young to appreciate it but this band kept on playing on the radio until I started appreciating it and started to listen for the earliest songs. This one was recorded again in 1988, the year I turned twelve and was already chasing after punk songs. But I never payed much attention to its lyrics until recently. What really got my attention was that first phrase in the chorus; "The ice age is coming". This brought back my childhood memories, all through the eighties, when I'd have to listen to the news on the only television in the house, when scientists and governments were in a scare because the world was getting colder. The Ice Age was coming. Scientists were certain of it and were dishing out solutions.
Well, the Ice Age didn't come. And now they assure us global warming is coming and they have all the solutions.
Saturday 3 November 2007
Remember, Remember
Tuesday 30 October 2007
Dead End
Thursday 25 October 2007
Bare Culture
This feels like this is one of those cultural gap things. Back in Madeira Island, in the warmer seasons, we spend a great part of our leisure time almost naked. Swimming garments are usually scarce in cloth (especially the girls') but we put clothes on for the evenings and every other occasion that doesn't involve sun or any other type of bathing. Here in Wales girls dress as little as they can when going out for the evening. I usually don't complain and I'm sure you understand why (I'm a man!) but it confuses me a bit. Mini-skirts that would make Mary Quant gape and very low necklines, in weather that makes my bare skin shrivel so much I can't move my fingers. And they're cold! I know they are!