Archive for the 'anger' Category

One of the tasks you have to attend to (desultorily) when you move house is changing one’s address with banks, utility companies and now the DVLA. Last night I had just finished addressing envelopes for both licence and car registration, when I heard on the radio that the postal workers’ strike would begin tomorrow viz [...]

I’d seen the Age of Stupid before last night’s premiere, being involved very tangentially at one point. I remember when the lights went up at the end on that occasion, and many of the people in the audience—the majority of them not having seen the film before in its entirety—were choking back tears at the [...]

(Embargoed until our new letting contract went through.)
A few weeks ago, K. received a phone call from our very apologetic letting agents. Our regular contact had recently negotiated a good rent increase with the landlady, and had generally treated us really well over the last year: the main reason that we’d agreed to renew our [...]

The innocent man has only so much to fear from the police as they do from any other bunch of otherwise laughable, heavily armed, thick-skulled, stoked-up neds.
There’s currently a peaceful demonstration and climate workshop camp being run near the proposed site of the coal-fired white elephant at Kingsnorth. The site’s owner is reportedly more than [...]

vinaigrettegirl writes to Nadine Dorries, which optimistically presupposes that the latter can read the communcation. Since she went up against Ben Goldacre and, by proxy, Snopes, Dorries has generally been considered something of an idiot. Most recently, Unity has taken her apart over at the Ministry of Truth.
Personally I like to quote Monbiot’s statistic, that [...]

It worries me that items from the Unnovations catalogue are being invented one by one. This week, Second Life implements version 0.1 of the Schizophrenia Helmet.

As I rounded the hill on the road between our offices this lunchtime, I heard from the slope opposite a crescendo of bleating, gradually becoming more frantic and earnest as I walked roughly in its direction. There has been livestock in that field for several months now, whether the landowner’s or a nearby farmer’s I [...]