Yay for jss and her husband!
Reblogged from: jss
Originally posted on: Scattered Jigsaw Thoughts
Yay for jss and her husband!
Reblogged from: jss
Originally posted on: Scattered Jigsaw Thoughts

I’m pretty sure that Jimmy Carr and Charlie Brooker are working on them right now for Channel 4’s alternative election night programme!
(All in reference to this story, and I hope Farage and his pilot recover quickly.)
In an inspired decision to combine politics, pizza and booze, I’m off to Hannah’s place tonight with the girlfriend, Kapi and Ashley to watch the next leaders’ debate. And drink beer, more importantly.
We might break out some Debate Bingo to keep things entertaining and to provide us with at least a small excuse for drinking. I’ve come up with a half-decent list of keywords to look out for, but need some more.
This debate’s theme is foreign policy, but I’m sure that some of the daily ups and downs of the election campaign so far will be aired too. Any ideas?

Is that a nice way of saying I’ve just been outsmarted by a phone?
I’m going to be really fucked when Skynet comes along…
text, tumbling about tumbling, anniversaries, tumblr people, gushing,
Dammit, I missed my two-year Tumblr anniversary, on 2nd November.
It’s crazy to think I’ve been writing my inane nonsense here for 733 days now, and that people actually read it. It’s especially gratifying when people read my words and then get inspired to write their own words as a result.
I love the Tumblr community, the sense of worth I feel with every Like or Reblog and new Follower. I don’t write in order to get these, but it’s always nice when they happen.
I’m also delighted to have met so many great people purely through the medium of Tumblr. There are too many to list here, but both at home and abroad you’ve all been fantastic.
And this is merely the tip of the iceberg. There are loads of people I’d love to meet in the future, but for the meantime I’ll just have to cope with the daily insight into your lives and personalities that is my Dashboard.
Thanks everyone, here’s to the next 733 days and beyond.

Looking down from above

I've never sat so close to the screen!

The girlfriend and ardenashley
On Wednesday evening I went to the Arsenal game, which by itself is nothing odd, but this time I did so in the company of a pair of lovely ladies: the girlfriend, and Ashley. The girlfriend has been before a couple of times, but I think this was Ashley’s first experience of a British football match.
We didn’t sit anywhere near my usual seat, but were instead way up in the Gods in one of the corners. It’s a hell of a view, and it’s very different from my usual perspective. You can really see the tactics at play, and get a better feel for how the game’s flowing.
Having said that, I love where I sit normally, because the atmosphere is miles better in the lower tier than the upper (although Wednesday was pretty loud, admittedly). And I can see the whole pitch perfectly well, because I’m a few rows back from the immediate front.
At one point, Ashley said that she really enjoyed the atmosphere, all the singing and passion. It’s very different from American sports, apparently, particularly our aptitude and appetite for swearing at the tops of our voices…
A couple of other opinions on the BNP’s performance on Question Time tonight:
Good on the BBC for taking this on, I reckon. Griffin is, unfortunately, a “politician” (read: racist), and if we are to stick by our freedom of speech and expression that democracy holds so dear, then an opportunity to appear on Question Time is what Griffin should have. jessie-estella
He is a class A prick but let the fucker speak. If we didn’t have to freedom to speak, we’d all be fucked. pensivebaboo
When Nick Griffin comments on Jan Moir, Twitter might turn inside out. @jonswaine
I really wish he’d learn a bit about early human migration before saying ‘indigenous’ Brits. @brilliantology
I want to hurt Nick Griffin. @kapi
Definition of mixed feelings: The Mail is attacked for telling lies. By Nick Griffin. @badjournalism
Watching Caddyshack. @kapi