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September 16th, 2004
Thursday, September 16th, 2004 11:08 am

HOPES MAY RISE ON THE GRASMERE
Travel to a band rehearsal last night was severely hindered by spillover traffic jams from the diversions around Westminster. This is a tricky one to call.

It'd be interesting [no it wouldn't - Ed] to see which of the two parties Class War might side with here. The street-fighting country folk or the toff-truncheoning rozzers? Leave them to it, they might say.

Whatever the rights and wrongs of the fox-hunting issue, and it's mostly wrongs, the hunting set are astoundingly useless at winning people over to their side. Just when I'm thinking that there could just be something preferable to the ancient art of the hunt over the celebrity swatch-matching that will replace it, some idiot with an expensive accent will open his mouth and the illusion vanishes. These people need to be gagged, unfortunately they're convinced of their superior erudition.

Part of the foxing argument is that it employs a significant number of people in the countryside. I imagine hardware shops had declining sales as well once lynch mobs went out of vogue. All that rope, two-by-four, tar, feathers, gasoline... Yes, I cried me a river over that. The hunters also like to go on about the dogs bred for the purpose of hunting. They love these dogs and value them highly. Fair enough, but they value them so much that if hunting is banned, they'll kill the lot of them. The dogs are effectively being kept as hostage-meat. If we can't kill foxes, we'll kill the dogs. These people sure do love animals. I hope they love their children in the same way. We do love you, Briony, now back into the cellar with you or it's the poker...

One of those to storm the House of Commons was Otis Ferry, son of Brian and Lucy. Shuggie? Redding? Johnny? Spann? Rush? Fodder? Boykin? Spunkmeyer? Harrison? Oliver? Mercy? Michigan? Err? Elisha? Mmm, just possibly conceived in a lift... [That's quite enough Otis and gawping at Liv for that matter - Ed. This isn't a lads' mag, err, lad's mag, whatever...Let's hope these links stay clean this time around...]


THE MUSIC THEY CONSTANTLY PLAYED
According to my old unwelcome-friendly homepage Netscape, I noticed the following with both sadness and horror:

"Along with his wife, Linda Cummings, Johnny Ramone was surrounded at his death by friends Eddie and Jill Vedder, and Rob and Sherrie Zombie. Other friends who gathered at his Los Angeles home included Lisa Marie Presley, Pete Yorn, Vincent Gallo and Talia Shire."

Surrounded at death by Rob Zombie and Eddie Vedder? Spare me. Peter Yorn was off making sandwiches with Lisa Marie I guess. Gallo was just pissing everyone off, but I kind of like him for that. Talia Who? Oh, Talia Shire Coppola... Sounds like she should have been hanging out with Lucy back in SW1.

I WONDER TO MYSELF
For those of you remotely interested, I do have a second date. Tomorrow. Yes, it is the same woman.

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