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This is so messed up!
‘Yves Bonnet, the intelligence chief who tried to negotiate Abdallah’s exchange in 1985 and is now a member of the far-right National Rally, said he was “treated worse than a serial killer” and that “the United States was obsessed with keeping him in jail”.
‘According to a report in Le Monde newspaper, no Palestinian prisoner – even those condemned to life imprisonment in Israel – has served more than 40 years in jail. Abdallah served 41.’
Pro-Palestinian convict freed by France after 41 years: bbc.com
Speaking of going on…. One of my favourite songs by The Damned - “Life Goes On”.
“We go on—not upward, not forward, but just on…”
— Anon
Leeds former head teacher faces no charges following terrorism arrest for holding up a graphic from a satirical magazine.
Successful and fulfilling work “Vision Day” yesterday. Everyone brought their own ideas about what lunch should look like. My refried leftovers and pitta with hummus paled in comparison with the homemade salad bowls, tiger roll sandwiches, and a Tesco Meal Deal. One colleague brought homemade cupcakes, fruit and chocolate bars to share.
Peak Absurdity on the Ski School Run
Big kid went skiing with school today (his school breaks up for summer a week later than everywhere else). He had to be at school half an hour earlier than usual to catch the coach to The Snow Centre. Real snow, -6°C.
As we arrived, we realised he hadn’t brought his coat.
I quickly dumped little kid in breakfast club, and hobbled back to the car, which I had clairvoyantly parked half a mile away so the kids could scoot in the rest of the way. Bin collection day slowed things down, and the wife was in a state of undress and unable to fling the coat out of the window when I arrived home, meaning I had to haul myself up and downstairs to retrieve it myself, huffing and puffing and effing and blinding all the way.
Miraculously, I managed to walk without crutches at almost Olympic speed into school and presented a relieved big kid with his coat, literally as he stepped on to the coach.
When I got back home, again, in a pool of sweat, wife had gone swimming. She texted me to ask if our lad had got his coat, and to say “I need a Bailey’s after all that stress!”
This evening, when the lad got home, I asked him if he was glad he had his coat with him in sub-zero temperatures. “Nah. They gave us ski jackets.”
Haha, Google NotebookLM. 🧑🔧
In summary, Marsden’s experiences with customer service are a litany of systemic failures, from technological glitches and long wait times to outright bureaucratic obfuscation and a perceived lack of accountability. He often finds himself needing to invest significant personal time and effort to resolve issues that should be straightforward, akin to a lone individual constantly trying to mend a leaky public faucet while the municipality debates the philosophy of water.
I Got My Mojo Workin'
Hovercraft’s electrifying take on Muddy Waters’ blues standard, transforming the Chicago classic into something distinctly their own while maintaining its essential swagger. The band stretches the familiar structure through strategic lyrical modifications and extended repetitive passages that push the song into hypnotic territory.
Recorded during their brief but intense 1995-96 existence, this version captures the raw energy that made their live performances so compelling. The 4-track intimacy brings the listener right into the room with the band, making the blues feel immediate and urgent rather than reverential.
Hovercraft’s most ambitious and psychologically complex composition, this two-part epic traces the complete arc from deification to self-destruction. Beginning with “Now You’re God,” the song examines the toxic relationship between celebrity worship and personal identity, building through religious imagery and maternal prayers to the devastating conclusion of “Dying Comes So Easy.”
The haunting “frozen eye” imagery and repeated maternal prayers (“Pray for your son mama”) create hypnotic passages that mirror 📷obsessive thought patterns, while the religious symbolism elevates personal trauma to mythic proportions. The progression from external worship to internal destruction reveals the cruel mathematics of celebrity culture.
I lost interest in cooking, and lost interest in eating salad. Today I was hungry, so I made a simple tomato sauce with fried onions, dried garlic and Italian herbs, dried porcini mushroom juice, jalapenos and fresh basil. I fried some chestnut mushrooms separately in butter and garlic, and chopped up small some red, yellow and orange sweet peppers. Served with some posh dried fiorelli (?) pasta. No cheese required. Honestly, it was restaurant quality, light, tasty, enough. Usually I would fry the mushrooms and peppers with the onion and have them in the sauce. Leaving them out really improved the dish. Plenty left for tomorrow.