Meadowlark

Conversation with my mum yesterday:

Mum's note
Mum's aide memoire.

"Mum, why have you written the word Meadowlark on this piece of paper?"
"It's the name of that chap who used to be in that funny baseball team."
"Do you mean The Harlem Globetrotters?"
"That's right."
"They played basketball, not baseball."
"So they did!"
"So why have you written the name Meadowlark on this piece of paper?"
"Because I keep forgetting it. I've forgotten it twice this week."

Bush whacked

First John Peel and now this:

BBC: Kerry admits US election defeat
Democratic challenger John Kerry has admitted defeat in the US election, giving President George W Bush a second term in office.

Which just goes to show that you only need to fool some of the people some of the time.

Arse!

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Fame at last!

Scripting News: Richard Carter via email: "I think you should stop sitting on the fence and tell us which candidate Scripting News endorses."…

Today, Dave Winer's weblog; tomorrow, the world!

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So much for Ringo

Guardian: Ali, Beckham and Thatcher sketch and scribble for charity

…The drawings are part of a project masterminded by Mr Greig [editor of Tatler magazine] to raise money for a London charity for the homeless, the 999 Club. He sent a number of artists, politicians, writers and sportsmen a miniature leather-bound book, a couple of centimetres tall, and asked them to fill it. The results will be auctioned, with proceeds going to the charity, on Monday.

Lady Thatcher wrote out her "lady's not for turning" speech. Paul McCartney was sent a vegetarian-friendly book, with a binding of acrylic-coated cloth, in which he wrote out the lyrics to Hey Jude, and provided a cheery scribble of a grateful cow, captioned with the word "Ta".

…Mr Greig said: "The biggest surprise is that everyone did it. The most popular British artists, the greatest American pop icon, the greatest and only surviving Beatle…"

Ahem. I think you'll find Paul McCartney isn't the only surviving Beatle, Mr Greig. Are you sure you're not confusing Ringo Starr with Yasser Arafat (who's not been looking too well recently)?

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Pardon?

BBC: Town pardons executed "witches"
Dozens of "witches" executed in a Scottish town more than 400 years ago are to be pardoned to mark Halloween. Prestonpans, in East Lothian, will grant the pardons under ancient feudal powers which are about to disappear. Descendants and namesakes of the 81 people executed are expected to attend Sunday's ceremony. More than 3,500 Scots, mainly women, were executed during the Reformation, for crimes such as owning a black cat and brewing up home-made remedies.

Or, to put it another way, innocent people tried, sentenced and executed on trumped-up charges are to be forgiven by the descendents of their persecutors.

Has anyone else noticed it's the 21st Century?

(Mind you, I'm all for executing cat-owners.)

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Let us spray

God's tag
The writing's on the wall.

Honestly, you'd think an omnipotent being would know better, wouldn't you? What sort of example is this to set to devout, young believers?

Hasn't He got anything better to do with His time? Like rid the world of hunger, or bring about world peace, or brush up on His handwriting, or something like that.

I blame the parents.

Moderation required

OK, now I'm totally confused:

BBC: Cup of tea may help boost memory
Drinking regular cups of tea could help improve your memory, research suggests. A team from Newcastle University found green and black tea inhibited the activity of key enzymes in the brain associated with memory. The researchers hope their findings, published in Phytotherapy Research, may lead to the development of a new treatment for Alzheimer's Disease.

What on Earth is going on? I thought tea was supposed to increase my chances of getting Altzheimer's Disease, not help me fight it. I distinctly remember them saying so a couple of years ago (about the same time they were harping on about mercury in my dental fillings, and fluoride in my tap water). Something to do with aluminium, if memory serves. Yes, that's right, it was aluminium from my kettle that was going to make me go senile. I remember thinking, why are they picking on tea, when I also use my kettle to make coffee? But apparently some tea already had aluminium in it, making it a far greater threat to my mind than other hot beverages.

But now tea is good for you, apparently. I reckon these scientists have been drinking a bit too much of the stuff (or maybe not enough, according to which scientist you choose to listen to).

It's like potatoes. Remember when potatoes were an absolute no-no? I certainly do. And the people who said so weren't just talking about chips; they meant potatoes in any form. Full of nasty carbohydrates that would make you go fat, you see… But now potatoes are good for us, and everyone is going on high-carb' diets to lose weight!

And let's not forget the alcohol. Alcohol is bad for us, right? But now they're telling us beer and red wine (and whisky, I hope) are actually quite good for us 'in moderation' (whatever the hell that means). Which, come to think of it, is exactly what my grandmother used to tell me: "Everything in moderation, Derek!" she used to say, as she poured herself another sweet sherry.

Mind you, Grandma also used to tell me that eating toast crusts would make my hair grow curly (even though I didn't particularly want to have curly hair). She also warned me that, if I carried on pulling that face, and the wind changed direction, it would stick like that. Which just goes to show that, when it comes to scientific matters, Grandmas are not always the most reliable pundits.

And what about masturbation? Admittedly, Grandma never broached that particular subject, but others used to say it would make you go blind and send your soul spiralling into the fiery furnace. But now so-called experts claim it protects you against cancer.

They'll be telling us cigarettes are bad for us next.

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Teenage dreams, so hard to beat

John Peel
John Peel, Fall album appropriately to hand. (Note B&W portrait of tortured arsehole/genius, Mark E Smith, on wall behind.)

Bloody hell! John Peel died yesterday.

I don't want John Peel to be dead. Why couldn't the good lord, in His infinite wisdom, have taken some other DJ unto His bosom—one who doesn't give a flying toss about music—Sarah Kennedy, say, or Chris Moyles? Peelie will be sorely missed.

To make matters worse, not only has one of my heroes died, but they wheeled another of my heroes on to Newsnight last night to give tribute. And Mark E Smith of The Fall made a total arsehole of himself. Yes, Mark E, we know you're cool and controversial and outspoken and an utter genius and all that stuff, but would it really have hurt you to say something nice about the chap who did so much for your career? I reckon it must be Scouse-envy.

(Not that Peelie was really a Scouser, you understand: he was from the Wirral, where all the best people come from.)

See also: John Peel 1939–2004 (Guardian special report)

Someone had blundered

The Charge of the Light Brigade
The Charge of the Light Brigade.

Today marks the 589th anniversary of the Battle of Agincourt, one of the many battles in which the brave soldiers of Britain demonstrated their world-renowned flair for gloriously snotting the French in battle, thereby giving us something to remind them about ever since.

Today also marks the 150th anniversary of the Charge of the Light Brigade, one of the many battles in which the brave soldiers of Britain demonstrated their world-renowned flair for gloriously following totally ridiculous orders to the letter, thereby snatching moral victory from the jaws of defeat.

The latter is a tactic proudly honoured to this day by our four national soccer teams.

See also: Why the Charge of the Light Brigade still matters (BBC)