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Yes it’s hot. But at least your house and town are not being bombed.
(If they are, I apologise from the bottom of my heart)

“if the option of peace fails as a result of Israeli arrogance, then the only option remaining will be war, and God alone knows what the region would witness in a conflict that would spare no one”.
King Abdullah of Saudi Arabia, yesterday – Now put that in your pipe and smoke it.

I awoke this morning as I have for the past two weeks to the dulcite tones of Radio4 telling me how many lebanese civilians have been killed during the night, how much more of Beruit has been obliterated, that an ambulance has been blown up, that Koffi Anan is ‘shocked'(read pissed off) that a UN post has been blown up. The one thing that comes across in all of this is that Israel just don’t give a fuck. We’re going to blow this place to shit and we don’t care what anyone says. Even if a ceasefire deal was announced now, it gives little comfort to the Lebanese who’s country has been destroyed once again by an invading Isaeli force. I find it unbeleivable that Israel and it’s few allies honestly beleive they can stamp out those darn ‘terrorists’ through such mindless force. It sickens me to the core, and what has been going on in Palestine the past few weeks – is the water and electricity still cut off? Are Israeli tanks still roaming gaza destroying more homes?

I know I’m seeing this from a very polarised view point, but Israel have done themselves no favours this time, and I cannot see anyone except the good old US of A having any sympathy left for them after this.

I went to see the Silver Jews last Saturday – I had a great time.

Debbie said it would be like this:

But it was more like this:

It was still a great gig non-the-less.

First of all, welcome to my blog.

After many years of thinking of writing a blog and not doing so, bar a few ‘news’ pages on some of my websites, I have decided to take the plunge. I don’t know if this will be a log of my daily deeds, my thoughts, doodles and photos I can’t put up on Flickr because my free account has run out for the month. It may just last a few days like so many fads. Or it could folllow my exploits for a lifetime. Only stolen time and procrastination will tell.

This morning I found a dead mouse as stiff as a post in my backyard. It reminded me of a time about 6 months back when Mr. Ruddock – the cat who comes to visit left a similar gift outside the front of our house.

He came in during the evening like usual by meowing at the door until somebody let him in, but wouldn’t calm down for ages – just prowling and meowing. Eventually after a good stroke and some catnip, he chilled out for the evening. When he decided to up and leave later on that evening he started freaking out again as we approached the door, and when I opened it I saw what the fuss was: a dead mouse. What struck me about the deceased rodent was how perfectly laid out it was, and positioned exactly centre between the door frame, as though it had been presented for me. I think Mr. Ruddock should be very proud of his taxidermy skills.

I perhaps unthoughtfuly threw it into the hedge at the side of the house, where it got a bit stuck in the brambles. I later wished that I had somehow kept the mouse and preserved its’ skeleton, or at least the skull. I reckon Mr. Ruddock would look pretty bad ass with a rack of skulls illustrating his kill list around his little neck.