Hello again iiwiiers
Gordon Brown, the prime minister, has expressed his sympathy with football fans that they can't all watch all the world cup qualifiers on the television. Well, it's nice to see he's got his priorities right isn't it? What about me, Gordon? I don't like football. Feel sorry for me. "It is perhaps a little unfortunate that large numbers of people were not able to see the match live", he said - ooh, that's a bit strong, isn't it? It is perhaps a little unfortunate! Not only is he doing the wrong thing but he's doing it badly! Come on Gordon, I want to defend you against all the idiots who think everything bad that's happened in the world ever is your fault. But you'll have to stop doing any saying things that are rubbish and start saying and doing things that are good. I don't think you're rubbish, so what are you being rubbish?
The Chief Superintendent of Devon And Cornwall Police is sorry for dressing up as Osama Bin Laden at a carnival. He now feels that it was an error of judgement. It's a fun little story, but it would have been much more fun if it had been Ian Blair. Perhaps that story is yet to come. Or perhaps he's been dancing in his underwear, like the new and now former police minister of New South Wales. "I subsequently put it to former minister Brown late last night that there are too many reports of you in your underwear for me to ignore" said the state premier, rather deliciously. "He conceded he'd been in his underwear, and that gave me no option but to demand his resignation." He didn't say how many reports of him in his underwear were needed to cross the line, however - what's the largest number he could have heard and still ignored?
I was sure I had something else for you, but I've looked through and can't find anything that's obviously, it, so here's something from my long-term goodie bag - from July, a great article on some of the reasons why the popular movie Braveheart is a load of wank.
This is the natural end of today's It Is What It Is really, but it's not enough for me, I'm not satified. I don't know what it is, (it is? haha, you're so clever) what makes me think 'that'll do' or 'that's not enough'. It's not a simple length thing. I think this particular one, it's partly that there's only two main things, but sometimes I've only got one much longer one and I'm happy with that. It's partly the length, but I'm nor sure yesterday's was any longer, and I was happy with that, although that might partly be the excuse. Anyway, there's two bits in the second bit really. Should I have stretched them out a bit? I don't think so, I think it's far better that I'm doing this bit at the end instead, I don't know why, I think it's sort of crap but I sort of like it. Self-indulgence, I suppose. Maybe one day It Is What It Is will be all like this, repetitive me-pleasing rubbish that's always saying the same thing about itself. In a way that would be far better than what I generally do, although most people wouldn't see it like that. But as you know I would get bored of that before too long and want to write about other things. This is the earliest I've done this for ages, which is good. It's only just gone seven, and I like to do it between six and eight. I think I started it before six though. I think I should probably stop this now. Well actually I'm not sure I should, but I will.
see you around
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