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The river is a tad lower and a tad more slower, so it's fallen off the news. Meanwhile the Davros summit has finished up with a big party, having all worked hard to come to the conclusion the the world economy cannot grow forever, and that they can't think of what to do about that at the moment, so they're off to have a think about how to change the nature of the universe so they can make more money from more consumers and they're going to come back next year. At the party Pakistani president Pervez Musharraf was seen chatting to rock star Barry Chuckle, telling him that he promised that his country would hold free, fair, transparent and peaceful elections next month. Barry told me later that this surprised him, as if he's saying that he can guarantee the elections will be peaceful it suggests that he could have prevented all of the assassinations and bombings and stuff that have been going on, but chose not to. Unless a) those elements have all written to him promising not to or b) he has very recently acquired the means to ensure such an outcome, such as a sure-fire cannot-fail plan, or super powers. Barry felt it more likely that he was full of shit. "I wouldn't wipe my arse with his promises," he said, "because shit into shit doesn't go. Or something." This was Barry's first summit since his brother rock star Paul Chuckle was exterminated by Davros at last year's G8 summit for not being ubermensch enough. It stemmed from an incident in which Paul came off a motorbike on the planet Kefalonia in the constellation of Greece last april, look:
His explanation to Davros was as follows: "I was feeling like Marlon Brando in the film The Wild Ones when suddenly I took this blind and steep curve in the road. To my horror, a shepherd steering goats down the steep road had the goats all over the place. I knew if I didn't brake and swerve, I would have gone into them. As I braked I lost control and I'm not sure exactly what happened. The next thing I knew, I was on the floor with the motorbike on top of me." He got Davros' hackles up with all that Marlon Brando shit, so he had him exterminated, but he'd have been a goner anyway once he explained that some British tourists saw him and rather than help him they did his and Barry's catchphrase, "to me, to you" and laughed. There's not much that makes me proud to be British, but that does, such cynicism! Bono now accompanies Barry to summits as Paul's replacement.(Most of that story was true, if you really need to know how much it's here).
Today (27 January 2008) is International Holocaust Remembrance Day. We must never forget, lest... no, wait! I've just had Pervez Musharraf on the phone and he guarantees that it will never happen again, anywhere in the universe, even after he's dead, so that's okay then. In the UK today is Holocaust Memorial Day, why they can't be satisfied with International Holocaust Remembrance Day I don't know, probably politics. Here's a spooky thing - thirty-one years ago today, three astronauts, including "Gus" Grissom, who I've even heard of, died in a fire in Apollo I during a test. And twenty-four years ago today Michael Jackson was set on fire trying to advertise Pepsi! He must have loved that, a potential actual excuse for some plastic surgery, in the days when he didn't have easy excuses like "a bit fell off in a breeze." I noticed a piece by a real journalist today that didn't end properly, just like I apologise for doing sometimes, but the pro didn't apologise, I guess most of them don't have my high standards.
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Blurb Of The Day: The Green Child by Herbert Read