It is a hot, humid sunless day in London in late August. Summer has almost gone and autumn beckons and then winter will cool us in London which waits, like a disappointed beneficiary, the Olympic legacy. This is really no legacy, for London has paid for what the politicians claim will be a legacy. You do not buy your own legacy; this is a debt due to the folk of the East End which Londoners have paid for, many times over.
It is a hot humid sunless day in London, where we are for the time being free of politicians. They have showed up at the Olympics and made plenty of noise. They are now on holidays where they are unable to do as much damage as they can do while actually in town, dreaming up policies and enacting law after law, crime after crime. The politicians are talking about sport, because everyone is talking about sport and suddenly they have acquired a desire for the common person to have sports facilities.
They think about the Olympics and the medals and glory (base metal and false glory) of the winners, but are confusing the Olympic Games with sport. The Olympics have less to do with sport and more to do with art, just as professional football has less to do with football and more to do with performance. A runner in the Olympics undertakes a task with which I am not familiar, even though I can run. A professional footballer plays a different sport from those folk who turn up in an empty space with an old ball and coats for goalposts.
It is a hot and humid sunless London day. Across the country people are preparing for a cold wind in August.
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If we could protect the men with the spanners in their hands that make the world go around with words we would flourish no doubt.
I spell terribly especially when using this android with the buttons so close together, I don’t read many books but the wise man reads books and lifes trials and tribulations if he is to see the greater picture.
I will drop this observation into the running.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/comment/9468604/The-great-wind-delusion-has-hijacked-our-energy-policy.html
Words of wisdom often come from a place amongst the stones, standing in between these wind mills after reading the true reality of what is happening, will leave many lost of the viable energy not being produced by the very expensive ornaments turning in their own graves.
Just be sure to put in the winning contract for the scrab value recovery of these giants going nowhere.
Rob. Which preceeds the other, the laws or the crimes in the house, how does it compare with the Roman model.
The knock on effects from the games is yet to be felt I’d say. There will be quite some after excitement for a year or so from today, throw in some X factor and the escalation in the east, until the manufactured drought takes further hold of reality.
The base line is starting to show its face, a good freind in Eire just told me petrol is going up there to over 1.70 per litre, next month and Iran is getting ready to cut oil supplies to Europe even further, ten pounds a gallon this time next year maybe?
I’m sorry for thinking ahead folks, instead of playing games that really don’t matter. Many might say I treated this blog as my own, but it does reach parts that the MSM does’nt, even though the basis of essay’s are model concerned and yesterday’s news.
I appologise for my spamish nature and posts of interest to me and I will try to keep my views to a single repley from now on.
Today is really nice, so we will go dig out the rest of the spuds and I will go make another pair of warm shoes for this winter.
I wish I had the skill to be able to make a pair of boots, but my hand control has always been bad and my physical co-ordination poor, so I must trade my words for clothes and furniture and boots and similar necessities.