Cobra Verde

I hate it when all the chuffin 'heros' stagger into work spreading germs. THAT is the reason my christmas is ruined this year. (Hence I'm in a self imposed quarantine due to a heavy cold :-(

I was there tonight, was ace!

Grahame will no doubt disagree... but you surely can't help but feel... REALLY feel... that religion is superstitious bonkers rubbish. The human race needs to get a grip.

hmmm... not much puts me off, but... I'm always a bit suspicious/put off when I see a woman wearing HUGE sunglasses. What are they hiding?!

I normally tune into the Saturday football coverage and 'Praise or Grumble'... but that's about it. Radio Sheffield easy listening doesn't appeal to me what so ever. BBC 6 Music is my cup of tea.

There's nothing worse than snogging a woman that smokes.

How scary are faith schools? In my opinion, very. Brainwashing kids to believe in some supernatural rubbish can't be healthy.

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I think what DA was saying was that why not just appreciate and enjoy our lucky existance without resorting to believing that there is somekind of supernatural entity responsible for it - whether this be 'god' or gods or 'fairies'?

I'd like to believe in god, because it sounds like a nice idea doesn't it? But, in my opinion, the belief in any 'god' and being part of any 'religion'... well... the whole thing is barmy when you think about it Douglas Adams: 'Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?' I wish people would wake up and shake off of this superstitious blight and nonsense that has plagued mankind. The world would be a better place.

February 17th by Ted Hughes (from Moortown Diary) A lamb could not get born. Ice wind Out of a downpour dishclout sunrise. The mother Lay on the mudded slope. Harried, she got up And the blackish lump bobbed at her back end Under her tail. After some hard galloping, Some manoeuvering, much flapping of the backward Lump head of the lamb looking out, I caught her with a rope. Laid her, head uphill And examined the lamb. A blood-ball swollen Tight in its black felt, its mouth gap Squashed crooked, tongue stuck out, black-purple, Strangled by its mother. I felt inside, Past the noose of mother-flesh, into the slippery Muscled tunnel, fingering for a hoof, Right back to the port-hole of the pelvis. But there was no hoof. He had stuck his head out too early And his feet could not follow. He should have Felt his way, tip-toe, his toes Tucked under his nose For a safe landing. So I kneeled wrestling With her groans. No hand could squeeze past The lamb's neck into her interior To hook a knee. I roped that baby head And hauled till she cried out and tried To get up and I saw it was useless. I went Two miles for the injection and a razor. Sliced the lamb's throat-strings, levered the knife Between the vertebrae and brought the head off To stare at its mother, its pipes sitting in the mud With all earth for a body. Then pushed The neck-stump right back in, and as I pushed She pushed. She pushed crying and I pushed gasping. And the strength Of the birth push and the push of my thumb Against that wobbly vertebra were deadlock, A to-fro futility. Till I forced A hand past and got a knee. Then like Pulling myself to the ceiling with one finger Hooked in a loop, timing my effort To her birth push groans, I pulled against The corpse that would not come. Till it came. And after it the long, sudden, yolk-yellow Parcel of life In a smoking slither of oils and soups and syrups - And the body lay born, beside the hacked-off head. I really like this poem by Ted Hughes. It's violent. But in his description of the natural world he's captured a certain beauty. The image of a decapitated lamb's head, with the whole of the planet earth for its body is one that still haunts me.

England would be a better place without the BNP tosspots. Thankfully they are so inept, and their policies are so bonkers that they will always be a minority party. Anyone seen the film Dr Strangelove?

Remembering how silly... but cute & adorable my dog was. R.I.P!

I'm liking this. Not haveing seen the other SG series I was a bit concerned about not understanding what the heck is going on... but so far this hasn't been an issue (apart from those communicator thingies... was a bit confused about how they worked until they showed you that the person 'inhabits' the 'recievers' body!). But yeah, so far so good.

Lived there for 4 years. Kinda miss it actually.