Tony Blair, there's a name to conjure with (after all he conjured with everything from statistics to facts), I personally would love to see him arrested for crimes against, well everything really. Everything from his election promises to his dragging an unwilling nation into an illegal war (based on 'facts' that were not only questionable at the time but have been proven to be lies since), and the cherry on the cake is that he is now "Peace Emissary to the Middle East" (Dr. Shipman collecting for help the aged?).
But the real heckle raiser (after all, we all know he's a war criminal, we are just awaiting his arrest (attempts to date 3, see http://www.arrestblair.org/) is his manipulation of reports (i.e. complete contradiction, more commonly known as lies) and now the poor old tax payer has to foot the bill for his wondrous decisions (from letting the nations gold go at a third of the price (not including recent escalations in gold price), the war(s) (apparently rather high maintenance actions to continue with) and my pet hate, the Olympics!
OK now we are where I was headed. the Olympics, a noble institution I concede, so noble in fact I wish some more deserving country had won the bid (and serve them right as far as I'm concerned).
I recall when Ireland kept winning the Eurovision Song Contest, they started to complain that it was putting them further & further into debt.
That aside, the pessimists estimate that the Olympic games in London (and other associated villages) will cost the treasury (read "taxpayer") over EIGHT BILLION (sorry about that but when you write it as "8bn" it looks really insignificant). Now if Mr Blair hadn't thrown his political shoulder behind the bid (although he attributes this success to his letterbox mouthed wife Cherie) the Sceptic Isle could have been nudging the deficit bill down instead of putting the cost onto its already beleaguered citizens.
I like watching sport, yes I do, and as long as you don't take it too seriously it has its place, but, I was crap at it when I did actually participate, no matter how hard I tried (which admittedly wasn't that hard). The ones I did excel at, as my memory serves, were:
i) Cross country smoking, where 120 of us were posted off on a pre-designated route and the "Rebels" amongst us would loiter at the back, get a couple of Regal King Size in and wait for the more athletic to complete the whole course while we took the short cut.
ii) Turning Blue, this consisted of the games master (warmly clad in overcoat and track-suit bottoms) leading us uphill to some exposed (apparently ploughed) field on a desolated moor top and insisting on us standing around in anticipation of a large soggy rugby ball's impending trajectory, meeting with our chosen loitering spot, after ninety minutes of this we were then expected to shower in water that had the ambient temperature of a polar bears scrotum, the object of this was obviously survival.
I firmly cling on to the belief that in excess of ninety percent of the world is also crap at sport, (and indeed only an nano percent of the world is good enough to compete internationally) so what is the attraction? National pride? (OK I had to put that one in, come on, how many Gold Medals are going to be won by Great Britain?).
Do we assume that by merely hosting the games, the participants will feel obliged to be polite and let us win a few?
Ah I have wandered off topic, did I mention what a creep I think Tony Blair is?
Well I do, he dragged us into hosting the Olympic Games (even though one of the reports on the subject warned that there would be no benefit and the cost would be astronomical) and promptly retired just before the true costs were becoming apparent.
Yet another of his smarmy, worm-like decisions, that make me angry when I see his picture.
But the real heckle raiser (after all, we all know he's a war criminal, we are just awaiting his arrest (attempts to date 3, see http://www.arrestblair.org/) is his manipulation of reports (i.e. complete contradiction, more commonly known as lies) and now the poor old tax payer has to foot the bill for his wondrous decisions (from letting the nations gold go at a third of the price (not including recent escalations in gold price), the war(s) (apparently rather high maintenance actions to continue with) and my pet hate, the Olympics!
OK now we are where I was headed. the Olympics, a noble institution I concede, so noble in fact I wish some more deserving country had won the bid (and serve them right as far as I'm concerned).
I recall when Ireland kept winning the Eurovision Song Contest, they started to complain that it was putting them further & further into debt.
That aside, the pessimists estimate that the Olympic games in London (and other associated villages) will cost the treasury (read "taxpayer") over EIGHT BILLION (sorry about that but when you write it as "8bn" it looks really insignificant). Now if Mr Blair hadn't thrown his political shoulder behind the bid (although he attributes this success to his letterbox mouthed wife Cherie) the Sceptic Isle could have been nudging the deficit bill down instead of putting the cost onto its already beleaguered citizens.
I like watching sport, yes I do, and as long as you don't take it too seriously it has its place, but, I was crap at it when I did actually participate, no matter how hard I tried (which admittedly wasn't that hard). The ones I did excel at, as my memory serves, were:
i) Cross country smoking, where 120 of us were posted off on a pre-designated route and the "Rebels" amongst us would loiter at the back, get a couple of Regal King Size in and wait for the more athletic to complete the whole course while we took the short cut.
ii) Turning Blue, this consisted of the games master (warmly clad in overcoat and track-suit bottoms) leading us uphill to some exposed (apparently ploughed) field on a desolated moor top and insisting on us standing around in anticipation of a large soggy rugby ball's impending trajectory, meeting with our chosen loitering spot, after ninety minutes of this we were then expected to shower in water that had the ambient temperature of a polar bears scrotum, the object of this was obviously survival.
I firmly cling on to the belief that in excess of ninety percent of the world is also crap at sport, (and indeed only an nano percent of the world is good enough to compete internationally) so what is the attraction? National pride? (OK I had to put that one in, come on, how many Gold Medals are going to be won by Great Britain?).
Do we assume that by merely hosting the games, the participants will feel obliged to be polite and let us win a few?
Ah I have wandered off topic, did I mention what a creep I think Tony Blair is?
Well I do, he dragged us into hosting the Olympic Games (even though one of the reports on the subject warned that there would be no benefit and the cost would be astronomical) and promptly retired just before the true costs were becoming apparent.
Yet another of his smarmy, worm-like decisions, that make me angry when I see his picture.
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