Never mind the Sex Pistols...

...here's the bollocks!

A little video I put together to accompany a song called "Parasite" by a friend of mine that reflects the state of the nation after the recent riots. Turn the volume up and enjoy!

Never mind the Sex Pistols...

...here's the bollocks!

A little video I put together to accompany a song called "Parasite" by a friend of mine that reflects the state of the nation after the recent riots. Turn the volume up and enjoy!

Lazy, scrounging bastards

A report this week highlighted by the Daily Telegraph reveals that the number of households in this country where no adult has ever worked has increased to the highest level since the Office of National Statistics started keeping records 16 years ago.

There are now a staggering 370,000 households in the UK where no-one has ever worked, so this raises some simple questions :

(1) Are these people actually unable to find work or is it simply that they don't feel the need to bother?

(2) Is our benefits culture so out of control that people actually better off staying at home?

(3) How did these people get a home to lounge around in when hard working people can't get a mortgage?

To find the answers, look at the statistics. The number of these households has doubled in the last 15 years. That's 15 years predominantly under a Labour government. A Labour government that believes in redistribution of wealth.

Look at the number of people who decided to come off disability benefit when they were told that they would have to be medically assessed.

Look at the ridiculous Human Rights legislation that promises so much to those that know how to exploit it.

Look at the recent case of Moira Pearce in Gillingham who is hawking herself round local charities begging for handouts because she can't support her 10 children by four different men in her four bed roomed house in Kent on the paltry £31,200 a year she gets in benefits.

Yes, there are people out there with problems that genuinely deserve a helping hand. People who are trying their best.

And then there are people like Moira...

Lazy, scrounging bastards

A report this week highlighted by the Daily Telegraph reveals that the number of households in this country where no adult has ever worked has increased to the highest level since the Office of National Statistics started keeping records 16 years ago.

There are now a staggering 370,000 households in the UK where no-one has ever worked, so this raises some simple questions :

(1) Are these people actually unable to find work or is it simply that they don't feel the need to bother?

(2) Is our benefits culture so out of control that people actually better off staying at home?

(3) How did these people get a home to lounge around in when hard working people can't get a mortgage?

To find the answers, look at the statistics. The number of these households has doubled in the last 15 years. That's 15 years predominantly under a Labour government. A Labour government that believes in redistribution of wealth.

Look at the number of people who decided to come off disability benefit when they were told that they would have to be medically assessed.

Look at the ridiculous Human Rights legislation that promises so much to those that know how to exploit it.

Look at the recent case of Moira Pearce in Gillingham who is hawking herself round local charities begging for handouts because she can't support her 10 children by four different men in her four bed roomed house in Kent on the paltry £31,200 a year she gets in benefits.

Yes, there are people out there with problems that genuinely deserve a helping hand. People who are trying their best.

And then there are people like Moira...

Time to dump Harman, Ed!

Anyone who watched this debacle on Newsnight can be under no doubt that Miliband has the wrong deputy, and that she is a liability.

It is rare for me to post twice in a single day, but to listen to Harriet Harman blaming the riots on tuition fees really is beyond the pale!

Full marks to Michael Gove for putting her in her place...



I have sympathy for Miliband in that he was not allowed to pick his own deputy, but after this performance she really must go!

Time to dump Harman, Ed!

Anyone who watched this debacle on Newsnight can be under no doubt that Miliband has the wrong deputy, and that she is a liability.

It is rare for me to post twice in a single day, but to listen to Harriet Harman blaming the riots on tuition fees really is beyond the pale!

Full marks to Michael Gove for putting her in her place...



I have sympathy for Miliband in that he was not allowed to pick his own deputy, but after this performance she really must go!

A Tottenham rioter speaks out...

I mean, it's about time someone did sumfin' about wot's bin goin' on in Tottenham, init? I mean, you know, the police - I mean they're totally outa order in't they?

They're always pickin' on me and me gang. Just the uvver day I was walkin' down the street mindin me own business - I mean I weren't doing nuffing wrong and the old bill just picked on me for nuffin' just 'cos I was wearin' a hoodie and carryin' a sports bag. I mean, it's 'cos I's black, init?

And then they nicked me jus' 'cos I had a couple of kilos o' grass. I mean, a couple o' kilos for Chrisake. That's nuffin' - it's just for me personal use like! It's not like I was goin' sell it on or nuffin'! I mean, I wouldn't! And then they picked on me for me knife! I said to 'em, I said "Look - if you lived round 'ere and you wos carrying a couple of Ks in yer bag, you need a knife to protect yerself. It's common sense, init?"

Anyhow, I got me own back on Saturday when it all kicked off 'cos they shot that poor sod in the week. Way I heard it, they stitched 'im up. I mean fancy gunning the bloke down and then planting that gun on 'im to make it look like he was dangerous. I mean, even shooting that coppers radio to make it look like he was goin' for 'em! I mean, do they fink we're stupid or somefin' to fall for that one!!

I admit I done that supermarket while it was all goin' down but I mean that's fair enough. The capitalist bastards that own it deserve it. I mean the price they're chargin' for fags and booze these day, it just ain't right. They're bloody rippin' us off and anyhow they can afford to lose a bitta stock. I mean they're insured ain't they so it's not like it goin' to cost 'em nuffin' at the end of the day.

And anyhow it's about time the filth had a bit a bit o' stick, know wot I mean? I mean who do they fink they is telling us law abiding citizens wot we can and can't do? I mean, it ain't democratic is it?

I was a good crack and I reckon we should do it regular 'tho I 'spect it'll all die down, like, now the football's back and we got somewhere else to let off a bitta steam...

A Tottenham rioter speaks out...

I mean, it's about time someone did sumfin' about wot's bin goin' on in Tottenham, init? I mean, you know, the police - I mean they're totally outa order in't they?

They're always pickin' on me and me gang. Just the uvver day I was walkin' down the street mindin me own business - I mean I weren't doing nuffing wrong and the old bill just picked on me for nuffin' just 'cos I was wearin' a hoodie and carryin' a sports bag. I mean, it's 'cos I's black, init?

And then they nicked me jus' 'cos I had a couple of kilos o' grass. I mean, a couple o' kilos for Chrisake. That's nuffin' - it's just for me personal use like! It's not like I was goin' sell it on or nuffin'! I mean, I wouldn't! And then they picked on me for me knife! I said to 'em, I said "Look - if you lived round 'ere and you wos carrying a couple of Ks in yer bag, you need a knife to protect yerself. It's common sense, init?"

Anyhow, I got me own back on Saturday when it all kicked off 'cos they shot that poor sod in the week. Way I heard it, they stitched 'im up. I mean fancy gunning the bloke down and then planting that gun on 'im to make it look like he was dangerous. I mean, even shooting that coppers radio to make it look like he was goin' for 'em! I mean, do they fink we're stupid or somefin' to fall for that one!!

I admit I done that supermarket while it was all goin' down but I mean that's fair enough. The capitalist bastards that own it deserve it. I mean the price they're chargin' for fags and booze these day, it just ain't right. They're bloody rippin' us off and anyhow they can afford to lose a bitta stock. I mean they're insured ain't they so it's not like it goin' to cost 'em nuffin' at the end of the day.

And anyhow it's about time the filth had a bit a bit o' stick, know wot I mean? I mean who do they fink they is telling us law abiding citizens wot we can and can't do? I mean, it ain't democratic is it?

I was a good crack and I reckon we should do it regular 'tho I 'spect it'll all die down, like, now the football's back and we got somewhere else to let off a bitta steam...

Multi tasking

It has been suggested that the youth of today are simply not capable of multi-tasking like the old farts of the older generation...

Well, I am here to tell you that this simply is not true and that I have this morning seen the proof with my very own eyes!

Outside my kitchen window a beat up old hatchback - why is it always a beat up old hatchback? - has just parked. Both the driver and the passenger were on their mobiles at the time. The driver then stuck the phone into his ear whilst parking the car, got his breakfast wrap out of the lunchbox on the dashboard and whilst eating it and continuing to chat on the phone, proceeded to pick his nose.

That's four tasks at the same time!

Who says the youth of today can't multitask!?

Multi tasking

It has been suggested that the youth of today are simply not capable of multi-tasking like the old farts of the older generation...

Well, I am here to tell you that this simply is not true and that I have this morning seen the proof with my very own eyes!

Outside my kitchen window a beat up old hatchback - why is it always a beat up old hatchback? - has just parked. Both the driver and the passenger were on their mobiles at the time. The driver then stuck the phone into his ear whilst parking the car, got his breakfast wrap out of the lunchbox on the dashboard and whilst eating it and continuing to chat on the phone, proceeded to pick his nose.

That's four tasks at the same time!

Who says the youth of today can't multitask!?

Baby P is turning in his grave

If you can hear a rustling sound, then it is most likely to be Peter Connelly turning in his grave.

This is Sharon Shoesmith. You will remember that she was the head of Social Services at Haringey Council who was sacked at the time that Baby P died. A report commissioned by Ofsted produced a damning report into her department highlighting shambolic operations and missed opportunities to saving the child's life. She was sacked from her £110,000 a year job in December 2008.

Well, just to prove that the law really is an ass, you will be pleased to hear that the appeal court has ruled that she was made a scapegoat for the affair by the then Childrens Secretary, Ed Balls. The judge also ruled that Haringey Council failed to follow guidelines for dismissing an employee and that she was denied a fair hearing.

A gloating Shoesmith declared herself 'over the moon' outside the court after the hearing. She is now in line to pocket up to £1,000,000 in damages and £1,500,000 in pension rights.

I can do no better than to quote Mary O'Connor, Peter's grandmother, who summed it all up like this :

"It's another kick in the teeth. In any other walk of life the person at the top is the person with overall responsibility. Shoesmith should have lost her job. She is not the victim here, but she is the one who will profit. I hope she chokes on every penny. Terrible mistakes were made by the department she was paid very well to run. It is wrong and makes me feel sick to my stomach."

On a happier note, David Cameron has announced that the Government and Council will be taking the decision to the Supreme Court to get it overturned.

Let's hope that this will mean some justice, and not just law...

Baby P is turning in his grave

If you can hear a rustling sound, then it is most likely to be Peter Connelly turning in his grave.

This is Sharon Shoesmith. You will remember that she was the head of Social Services at Haringey Council who was sacked at the time that Baby P died. A report commissioned by Ofsted produced a damning report into her department highlighting shambolic operations and missed opportunities to saving the child's life. She was sacked from her £110,000 a year job in December 2008.

Well, just to prove that the law really is an ass, you will be pleased to hear that the appeal court has ruled that she was made a scapegoat for the affair by the then Childrens Secretary, Ed Balls. The judge also ruled that Haringey Council failed to follow guidelines for dismissing an employee and that she was denied a fair hearing.

A gloating Shoesmith declared herself 'over the moon' outside the court after the hearing. She is now in line to pocket up to £1,000,000 in damages and £1,500,000 in pension rights.

I can do no better than to quote Mary O'Connor, Peter's grandmother, who summed it all up like this :

"It's another kick in the teeth. In any other walk of life the person at the top is the person with overall responsibility. Shoesmith should have lost her job. She is not the victim here, but she is the one who will profit. I hope she chokes on every penny. Terrible mistakes were made by the department she was paid very well to run. It is wrong and makes me feel sick to my stomach."

On a happier note, David Cameron has announced that the Government and Council will be taking the decision to the Supreme Court to get it overturned.

Let's hope that this will mean some justice, and not just law...

The Electronic Wallet

Are you havin' a larf?!?

I have just been bullied by my local U3A into paying my subs by standing order because they don't want to accept cheques because they are being phased out 'in the near future'.

Follow that by only being able to access my bank by Internet to set this up and then being forced to have a mobile phone so they can text me a confirmation code and my piss is beginning to boil.

And then I turn on the 'Click' programme on the BBC to be confronted by some asshole telling me that the new generation of phones is going to replace just about everything. Apparently, it will hold money and act as a credit card - using, God help us, 'contactless technology'. Then they are saying it will act as our car keys and house keys, and God knows what else. 'The complete electronic wallet is coming soon' they tell us.

Well, that's fine for geeks, but lets look at it from a practical point of view. 'Everyone has a mobile phone' they say. Well, no actually. Mrs D doesn't have one and won't even use mine. I have a basic pay as you go that I bought 10 years ago when I was working and agents used to ring me about contracts.

The only reason I don't bin it is because I have a 16 year old car and I keep it in the glove box in case I break down. Otherwise I would have no use for it.

Two years ago, I out £10 on it - and I still have £4.36 in credit.

So, I am out with my electronic wallet and the battery fails, or someone nicks it, or I lose it, or - shurely not - it just stops working. That leaves me no car keys, no house keys, no money, no credit card and, of course, no way of ringing anyone for help.

Like the NHS computer system, it's a turkey that will never fly...

The Electronic Wallet

Are you havin' a larf?!?

I have just been bullied by my local U3A into paying my subs by standing order because they don't want to accept cheques because they are being phased out 'in the near future'.

Follow that by only being able to access my bank by Internet to set this up and then being forced to have a mobile phone so they can text me a confirmation code and my piss is beginning to boil.

And then I turn on the 'Click' programme on the BBC to be confronted by some asshole telling me that the new generation of phones is going to replace just about everything. Apparently, it will hold money and act as a credit card - using, God help us, 'contactless technology'. Then they are saying it will act as our car keys and house keys, and God knows what else. 'The complete electronic wallet is coming soon' they tell us.

Well, that's fine for geeks, but lets look at it from a practical point of view. 'Everyone has a mobile phone' they say. Well, no actually. Mrs D doesn't have one and won't even use mine. I have a basic pay as you go that I bought 10 years ago when I was working and agents used to ring me about contracts.

The only reason I don't bin it is because I have a 16 year old car and I keep it in the glove box in case I break down. Otherwise I would have no use for it.

Two years ago, I out £10 on it - and I still have £4.36 in credit.

So, I am out with my electronic wallet and the battery fails, or someone nicks it, or I lose it, or - shurely not - it just stops working. That leaves me no car keys, no house keys, no money, no credit card and, of course, no way of ringing anyone for help.

Like the NHS computer system, it's a turkey that will never fly...

We was brung up proper!

CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL MY FRIENDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE 1940's, 50's, and 60's

First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank Sherry while they carried us and lived in houses made of asbestos...

They took aspirin, ate blue cheese, bread and dripping, raw egg products, loads of bacon and processed meat, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes or cervical cancer.

Then after that trauma, our baby cots were covered with bright coloured lead-based paints.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets or shoes, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.

As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.

We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.

Take away food was limited to fish and chips, no pizza shops, McDonalds , KFC, Subway or Nandos.

Even though all the shops closed at 6.00pm and didn't open on a Sunday, somehow we didn't starve to death!

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.

We could collect old drink bottles and cash them in at the corner store and buy Toffees, Gobstoppers and Bubble Gum.

We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter,milk from the cow,and drank soft drinks with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because......

WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.

No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O..K.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of old prams and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. We built tree houses and dens and played in river beds with matchbox cars.

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo Wii , X-boxes, no video games at all, no 999 channels on SKY , no video/dvd films, or colour TV, no mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.

Only girls had pierced ears!

We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.

You could only buy Easter Eggs and Hot Cross Buns at Easter time....

We were given air guns and catapults for our 10th birthdays,

We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!

Mum didn't have to go to work to help dad make ends meet because we didn't need to keep up with the Jones's!

Not everyone made the rugby/football/cricket/netball team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! Getting into the team was based on MERIT

Our teachers used to hit us with canes and gym shoes and throw the blackboard rubber at us if they thought we weren't concentrating ..

We can string sentences together and spell and have proper conversations because of a good, solid three R's education.

Our parents would tell us to ask a stranger to help us cross the road.

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!

Our parents didn't invent stupid names for their kids like 'Kiora' and 'Blade' and 'Ridge' and 'Vanilla'

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL !

And if you told the youth of today all this, they'd never believe it!!

We was brung up proper!

CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL MY FRIENDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE 1940's, 50's, and 60's

First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank Sherry while they carried us and lived in houses made of asbestos...

They took aspirin, ate blue cheese, bread and dripping, raw egg products, loads of bacon and processed meat, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes or cervical cancer.

Then after that trauma, our baby cots were covered with bright coloured lead-based paints.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets or shoes, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.

As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.

We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.

Take away food was limited to fish and chips, no pizza shops, McDonalds , KFC, Subway or Nandos.

Even though all the shops closed at 6.00pm and didn't open on a Sunday, somehow we didn't starve to death!

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.

We could collect old drink bottles and cash them in at the corner store and buy Toffees, Gobstoppers and Bubble Gum.

We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter,milk from the cow,and drank soft drinks with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because......

WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.

No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O..K.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of old prams and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. We built tree houses and dens and played in river beds with matchbox cars.

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo Wii , X-boxes, no video games at all, no 999 channels on SKY , no video/dvd films, or colour TV, no mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.

Only girls had pierced ears!

We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.

You could only buy Easter Eggs and Hot Cross Buns at Easter time....

We were given air guns and catapults for our 10th birthdays,

We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!

Mum didn't have to go to work to help dad make ends meet because we didn't need to keep up with the Jones's!

Not everyone made the rugby/football/cricket/netball team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! Getting into the team was based on MERIT

Our teachers used to hit us with canes and gym shoes and throw the blackboard rubber at us if they thought we weren't concentrating ..

We can string sentences together and spell and have proper conversations because of a good, solid three R's education.

Our parents would tell us to ask a stranger to help us cross the road.

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!

Our parents didn't invent stupid names for their kids like 'Kiora' and 'Blade' and 'Ridge' and 'Vanilla'

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL !

And if you told the youth of today all this, they'd never believe it!!

Friday the 13th

I'm not superstitious, but it is Friday the 13th - a day when, unless I absolutely have to get up, I stay in bed with the covers firmly pulled over my head! Basically, this is because I suffer from friggatriskaidekaphobia.

Apparently, this is a combination of two superstitions - that Friday is an unlucky day and that 13 is an unlucky number...

In numerology, the number twelve is considered the number of completeness, as reflected in the twelve months of the year, twelve hours of the clock, twelve tribes of Israel, twelve Apostles of Jesus, twelve gods of Olympus, etc., whereas the number thirteen was considered irregular, transgressing this completeness. There is also a superstition, thought by some to derive from the Last Supper or a Norse myth, that having thirteen people seated at a table will result in the death of one of the diners

Friday has been considered an unlucky day at least since the 14th century's The Canterbury Tales, and many other professions have regarded Friday as an unlucky day to undertake journeys or begin new projects. Black Friday has been associated with stock market crashes and other disasters since the 1800s. It has also been suggested that Friday has been considered an unlucky day because, according to Christian scripture and tradition, Jesus was crucified on a Friday.

The actual origin of the superstition, though, appears also to be a tale in Norse mythology. Friday is named for Frigga, the free-spirited goddess of love and fertility. When Norse and Germanic tribes converted to Christianity, Frigga was banished in shame to a mountaintop and labeled a witch. It was believed that every Friday, the spiteful goddess convened a meeting with eleven other witches, plus the devil — a gathering of thirteen — and plotted ill turns of fate for the coming week. For many centuries in Scandinavia, Friday was known as "Witches' Sabbath."

Here's a few unhappy events that happened on Friday the 13th :

• Hurricane Charley made landfall in south Florida on Friday, August 13, 2004.
• The "Friday the 13th Storm" struck Buffalo, New York on Friday, October 13, 2006.
• The Uphaar Cinema fire on Friday, June 13, 1997.
• The asteroid 99942 Apophis will make a close encounter with Earth, closer than the orbits of communication satellites, on Friday, April 13, 2029.
• The Andes Plane Crash of 1972 occurred on Friday, October 13, 1972.
• Unix time reached 1,234,567,890 seconds on Friday, February 13, 2009.
• A London Underground Engineering train on the Northern Line became uncoupled and went on a 13 minute journey southbound from Archway, finally stopping at Warren Street tube station. The train in front has been forced to skip several stations and been diverted to the city branch on August 13, 2010.

Luckily, there is only one Friday 13th this year, but Olympic committee take note there are three in 2012, so you are definitely well fucked!

But my problem with this date is a very personal one - my sister was born on Friday the 13th, and she is undoubtedly one of the most poisonous, vindictive and evil bastards who ever walked the face of the Earth.

Thankfully, I have now managed to move house twice without giving her the new address so I should be safe...

...but I'm taking no chances!

+ + + + + + UPDATE + + + + + +
The farce on Blogger today has rather proved my point, hasn't it? Not only that, but Twitter is now refusing logins because it has "temporarily reached capacity"! I love it...

Friday the 13th

I'm not superstitious, but it is Friday the 13th - a day when, unless I absolutely have to get up, I stay in bed with the covers firmly pulled over my head! Basically, this is because I suffer from friggatriskaidekaphobia.

Apparently, this is a combination of two superstitions - that Friday is an unlucky day and that 13 is an unlucky number...

In numerology, the number twelve is considered the number of completeness, as reflected in the twelve months of the year, twelve hours of the clock, twelve tribes of Israel, twelve Apostles of Jesus, twelve gods of Olympus, etc., whereas the number thirteen was considered irregular, transgressing this completeness. There is also a superstition, thought by some to derive from the Last Supper or a Norse myth, that having thirteen people seated at a table will result in the death of one of the diners

Friday has been considered an unlucky day at least since the 14th century's The Canterbury Tales, and many other professions have regarded Friday as an unlucky day to undertake journeys or begin new projects. Black Friday has been associated with stock market crashes and other disasters since the 1800s. It has also been suggested that Friday has been considered an unlucky day because, according to Christian scripture and tradition, Jesus was crucified on a Friday.

The actual origin of the superstition, though, appears also to be a tale in Norse mythology. Friday is named for Frigga, the free-spirited goddess of love and fertility. When Norse and Germanic tribes converted to Christianity, Frigga was banished in shame to a mountaintop and labeled a witch. It was believed that every Friday, the spiteful goddess convened a meeting with eleven other witches, plus the devil — a gathering of thirteen — and plotted ill turns of fate for the coming week. For many centuries in Scandinavia, Friday was known as "Witches' Sabbath."

Here's a few unhappy events that happened on Friday the 13th :

• Hurricane Charley made landfall in south Florida on Friday, August 13, 2004.
• The "Friday the 13th Storm" struck Buffalo, New York on Friday, October 13, 2006.
• The Uphaar Cinema fire on Friday, June 13, 1997.
• The asteroid 99942 Apophis will make a close encounter with Earth, closer than the orbits of communication satellites, on Friday, April 13, 2029.
• The Andes Plane Crash of 1972 occurred on Friday, October 13, 1972.
• Unix time reached 1,234,567,890 seconds on Friday, February 13, 2009.
• A London Underground Engineering train on the Northern Line became uncoupled and went on a 13 minute journey southbound from Archway, finally stopping at Warren Street tube station. The train in front has been forced to skip several stations and been diverted to the city branch on August 13, 2010.

Luckily, there is only one Friday 13th this year, but Olympic committee take note there are three in 2012, so you are definitely well fucked!

But my problem with this date is a very personal one - my sister was born on Friday the 13th, and she is undoubtedly one of the most poisonous, vindictive and evil bastards who ever walked the face of the Earth.

Thankfully, I have now managed to move house twice without giving her the new address so I should be safe...

...but I'm taking no chances!

+ + + + + + UPDATE + + + + + +
The farce on Blogger today has rather proved my point, hasn't it? Not only that, but Twitter is now refusing logins because it has "temporarily reached capacity"! I love it...

While I'm away (12)

Now where did I put the cellulite cream...?

(In case you're wondering, you can blame a friend of mine down in Devon for the pictures. I promise to forward on all hate mail.)

While I'm away (12)

Now where did I put the cellulite cream...?

(In case you're wondering, you can blame a friend of mine down in Devon for the pictures. I promise to forward on all hate mail.)