CIA Torture, Corrupt Democracies, Gay Sex, Ghosts, Big Brother, Ali …

Right on cue, the results of the Afghan elections are being questionned, with allegations of fraud and rigging. Following the recent election fiasco in Iran, with all the accompanying controversies and tragedy, we have yet another indication of the shortcomings of democracies in societies where those in control are too corrupt to be entrusted with its implementation. The list of culpable nations is too long and tedious to list here (Pakistan, Iran, Zimbabwe, to name a few), but the principles of democracy and liberty obviously can’t properly function or be fully realised in systems hamstrung by ulterior motives, personal agendas, commonplace corruption, and greed. Taleban bullying and intimidation doesn’t help either, of course.

The US Attorney-General’s investigation into the CIA’s torture activities is no doubt going to cause embarassment to the agency and possibly to the American government in general. Not that the CIA’s distinctly unendearing image and history can be made much worse. While current information surfacing suggests not the very worst types of torture imaginable (I find it hard to believe there aren’t massively worse types of torture going on in other countries), this whole fiasco nevertheless raises the question of whether torture itself is even a valid practise in a supposedly modern and enlightened society. Surely, we should’ve evolved far enough beyond the dark ages? Doesn’t the very existence of ‘legitimate’ torture techniques within the practises of liberal, democratic twenty-first century societies sit as something of an embarassing incongruity?

Is torture even effective? After all, it is well-enough attested that anything revealed under such conditions isn’t necessarily likely to be reliable. Anyone speaking out from pain or fear will surely say whatever they think will earn them a reprieve. In this day and age, when even our everyday technologies are advancing so rapidly all the time, do our security services, intelligence agencies and militaries REALLY not have some kind of technology capable of determining or inducing the truth out of a subject in a reliable and humane fashion? Surely something exists, or could be invented or adapted, to that end? If not, then some funding should be put into developing something of the sort. Do they really need to continue using abuse and cruelty to accomplish their objectives?

To my mind, these kinds of interrogation practise should be outmoded and old-fashioned, consigned to the embarassment of history. Surely the civilised, cultured and ‘enlightened’ socities and nations of the modern world should be working towards outright banning all forms of torture in the very near future? Surely technology is the answer and the future: not waterboarding or threatening to f**k someone’s mum?

Word is that Big Brother is coming to an end, having reached the end of its ten-year contract. Official word from Endemol is reportedly that the show’s future is being assessed. Many would love to stick a fork in and see the show terminated. I actually suggest that Big Brother is, in fact, the best of a bad bunch, as far as reality TV goes. Compared to that jungle nonsense, and that stomach-turning parade of scantily-clad nobodies on a beach, and the two dozen other schedule-sucking non-events that pass as televisual entertainment, BB comes off looking half decent. If all reality TV was to be exterminated with only one survivor, I’d probably keep Big Brother and consign the rest to Room 101.

Mike Tyson is being courted to blighty, where he hopes to make more mo ney and maybe find himself a new income. Mike Tyson shouldn’t be courted anywhere; he should be in jail. Or at least under some form of house-arrest. He has to be the single worst ambassador for the boxing world there’s ever been.

By complete contrast, the single best ambassador for the boxing world there’s ever been is also on British shores, being rightly treated like a hero. His name is Muhammad Ali, and he is surely, without question, the greatest sporting figure there has been, not only in our time but in any time. A sporting and political, cultural, figurehead, a living legend; a unique breed of sporting superstar, in being a character of substance, who actually stood for something, had something to say, and meant something more than just money to a great many people. There is no one in the sporting world who compares to Ali, for sheer character and undeniable gravitas; his enduring title as ‘the Greatest’ is wholly justified, and it’s one title that he won’t be losing to any contender.

And a cursory look at the life of woman-beating, ear-biting rapist Mike Tyson only accentuates that point. So let’s celebrate and give dues to Ali while we still have him, instead of morbidly waiting for the obituary pages of the future.

A former lover of the model, actress, and all-round goddess Anna Nicole Smith is sueing an author for libel, but is apparently unable to sue for allegations of gay sexual activity, on account of homosexuality no longer being regarded as defamatory insinuation; at least according to the ruling of the New York judge overseeing the case. Goodness, how far we’ve come. And for the better.

Captain Jean-Luc Picard encountered many a ghost or spectre aboard the Starship Enterprise, and all kinds of paranormal phenomena, but Picard’s alter-ego, Patrick Stewart, has claimed to have seen a real-life ghost in the theatre where he and Sir Ian McKellen have been performing Waiting for Godo. Spooky. Speaking of strange phenomena, there have been no new developments in the Israeli mermaid saga; the legendary fish-woman has not been sighted since the last reports. Yet…

Peter’s new job, Kerry Again, Bye Bye Big Brother and Cheryl scores again…

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Peter Andre is all set to climb the ‘celebrity ladder’ yet again! The man formerly known as ‘Jordan’s husband’ is seemingly coming into his own these days and now the news has broken that he is to join ITV’s flagship daytime programme ‘This Morning’ in September as a show business reporter. It’s somewhat amazing…we all thought he would fade into oblivion once he and Jordan announced their split, but from the way things are looking, he is going to be the ‘last man standing’. While we have seen Jordan walk the path of scandal and shame Peter has held a firm and mature composure. I really hope things do work out for him although I do think it is time for him to accept that ‘Mysterious Girl’ was a one off and his music era has passed. SOURCE

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I’m not sure whether I should be jumping for joy or downing tequila shots over the news that Big Brother is on its way out. I know that there are many out there that enjoy indulging in watching people sit around and become celebrities by doing nothing, but I personally always thought the show was pointless. At first it seemed like an interesting experiment, but I never imagined that it would last so long! So now that Chanel 4 is losing one of their prime fixtures one has to wonder if they will head in the direction of ITV and slowly fade away. I do hope not, but I do wish they would develop some more meaningful programs! SOURCE

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So Kerry spent the night in the slammer. I wonder if she learned anything beneficial from her short time behind bars (except the best spots in London to score a hit). I’ve been rooting for Kerry for some time. I remember the Atomic Kitten days and secretly always hoped that she would reconnect with her past career in a sustainable way. I have to wonder who her friends are…surely there must be someone close enough to her that can shake some sense into her. Really now, how many times do you hit a brick wall before you realise that it’s there! First Bankruptcy, then Losing a decent contract over drugs, now being locked up for assault! Damn, I’ve had enough…Kerry please let me know when you’re ready to take a seat on my couch! At 28 you’re too young for all this drama! SOURCE

Cheryl Cole

Will Girls Aloud stay together? I’m seriously starting to wonder this now. Cheryl is becoming such a big star on her own now that I’m starting to think their next album will be titled ‘Cheryl and the Loud Girls’. I can’t hate on her though, we all know the spotlight can be dimmed in a heartbeat so milk it while you can. It seems Cheryl has now picked up a new £500K contract as the face of L’Oreal Paris. For any celebrity a cosmetic contract is like gold and by the way things are going Cheryl will soon own the mine! One has to wonder how Ashley feels these days…an independent woman is a powerful one! SOURCE

Balls to This!

Here’s a thought. Instead of wasting numerous police officers and ambulance workers at the next West Ham Vs Millwall game, why not just lock the gates of Upton Park and let them sort out their differences. If there is anyone still standing in the morning, promptly shoot them with tazer guns and arrest them. There, job done, that wasn’t so hard to work out was it? Then you can clear up the mess, and bury everybody at once by simply turfing over the top of them.

I’ve never been a football fan, maybe you just guessed. Firstly, who should I support? My home team would be Oxford Utd, enough said I think. The last time I read their name in the papers was a good few years ago when Julian Alsop got sacked from the team for trying to force a banana up the arsehole of a youth player in the changing room.

The fact that I was always completely useless at the game of course added to my disinterest in it.
I was always the last one to get picked, not that I cared. Sometimes I was told to stand in goal and do my best. My highest priority as a goalie was one of self preservation, i.e. if the ball came hurtling towards me at either head or groin height, I would get the fuck out of its way.

As a man, not knowing anything about football is a huge disadvantage. When starting a new job, or being introduced to a new group of people, the subject invariably gets brought up. It’s basic male bonding. “So, who do you support? Really? Not doing too well at the moment though are they, I blame the new manager etc…” Once you’ve established that you’re not really into football, the conversation then goes-
“You’re more into rugby then are you?”
“Not really.”
“Do you like cricket?”
“No.”
“Well what sports do you like?”
“Fuck off and leave me alone you boring tit, I like going out and talking to people about non-sports related subjects, that’s what interests me. The only group activity I enjoy participating in is rape.”

I once tried a different approach. “What team do you follow mate?” I was asked. I gave this serious consideration and then replied- “I think they’re all pretty good really.” This worked surprisingly well. He instantly knew that not only did I not follow football, but I also didn’t understand even the basic principles, and therefore attempting to pursue the topic would be a waste of his time. He gave up and moved on to someone else with no further comment.
HJ
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It’s that time of year

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Yes my friends, it’s X-Factor time!!!!!!

There’s no shame in my game…….I LOVE X-FACTOR! I love the auditions , the live shows, the judges…basically everything.

I know it’s fake to a degree, they already kinda know who they want to win but i still want to watch. It’s abit like grown men into wrestling…..it’s all fake baby!

The first show was broadcasted on Saturday and you can watch a repeat of the show on the ITV website.

If you haven’t got the time to watch it……i’ll just tell you the highlight of the whole show and i know this is going to a  big statement here….i think this guy could win the whole thing..


Get Loaded in SW4

With Bank Holiday weekend approaching, it seems like everyone is getting their plans in place. We might have missed out on the elusive BBQ summer promised by the Met office, but regardless of that – this 28th-31st, London’s going to be a scorcher.

Head west and it’s all about Notting Hill Carnival; two days of floats, music spanning anything from steel pans to drum & bass and the best food that the West Indian community has to offer. Carnival first timers should initiate themselves on the Sunday, unofficially known as the family day, as Monday has a reputation for getting a bit rowdy-bowdy. Reputation is all I can comment on though; I’ve never been to the Carnival myself and this year is no different.

Me? I’m heading South. South West Four, to be exact, for a weekend of raving in, err, Clapham. It’s like a festival, but with no tents or wellies. Saturday kicks off with Sasha, Eric Prydz and Timo Maas among others, while Sunday is what I’m really waiting for. That’s when SW4 becomes Get Loaded in the Park; Roni Size, Pendulum, Crookers, Skream and Magnetic Man are just some of the names making naughty tent-like sounds. Then it’s on to the after parties…and possibly my death bed after a weekend of drinking and dancing.

Flat shoes and cider at the ready….what’s going on where you are?

Afghan politics, Mysterious UFOs, Rats and Foxes…

Afghan President, Hamed Kharzai has praised the bravery of the Afghan people for turning out in such large numbers to vote in the elections, despite serious threats from the Taliban. Like what was witnessed recently in Iran, it is always something of an eye-opener to see how earnest and eager people can be make their votes count, especially in societies where democracy isn’t a given; societies where freedom is not taken for granted. It is particularly interesting when contrasted with some of the remarkably low turnouts in British elections over the passed few years, due to a society that broadly doesn’t see any need worry about its freedoms and liberties anymore and is more engaged by football, reality talent shows, and celebrity gossip.

[As a side note; we really shouldn't get too comfortable with our freedoms and liberties as a given, as there's every likelihood that more and more of them will be curtailed over time. Imagine if in twenty or thirty years time, countries like Afghanistan and Iran are living in perfectly liberal, enlightened conditions, and we in Britain, Europe or America have regressed the other way. Just a thought.]

Yet the functioning of democracy in Afghanistan is, in some ways, at present, an almost empty vase, in a country where women are broadly still treated like third-class citizens; where, in fact, an actual law has been passed allowing men to ’starve their wives’ if they refuse to have sex. Where a reputed eight out of ten women still suffer regular violence, and where eighty percent of women are illiterate, having been long excluded from educational opportunities. A country that is still being undermined by the Taliban, and which still has – even outside of the Taliban – tribal, sexist, and unmodern attitudes.

Invading Afghanistan wasn’t a solution to anything; merely a starting point – at best. At worst, an endless and costly exercise in futility, though optimism would be the most honourable course now. But Afghanistan, even more so than Iraq (which was at least a fairly modernised country before 2003), is going to take a long time to evolve beyond its old-world culture. Whether that means foreign troops should be there for a long time too is another matter, but such deep-rooted and long-lasting attitudes and dynamics can’t be neutralised by military activity, nor even by democracy, as evidenced.

The MoD this week has released a multitude of its previously classified files on UFOs; with a plethora of reported sightings and close encounters. For anyone who’s got the time or the patience, they should make for a fascinating read. It still baffles me that anyone in this day and age (and there are lots of you) can still honestly refute or laugh at the existence of Unidentified Flying Objects. With all the incidents reported, all the multiple sightings, all the photographic evidence, from Britain and all over the world, to still cling to this inane scepticism that so many people have (especially in the mainstream) seems like the height of blindness. If you don’t have enough interest to read through documents and case reports, then all you have to do is go to Google images and type in UFOs or flying saucers. The truth is out there…

Incidentally, this passed Wednesday night, I saw, from my kitchen, FOUR bright orangey objects in the distance, moving in a strange formation. I watched them for about five minutes, moving around the same approximate area. They didn’t move like any standard plane or helicopter, and there was no noise. They had the visage of stars (including a kind of twinkling), but their orangeness negates that explanation. I couldn’t tell what their distance was; they were either very high up and therefore extemely bright and large, or lower down but not as big. I have NO idea what they were.

Brace yourselves; that terrifyingly talentless torture of tedius television trauma known as ‘The X-Factor’ is back this weekend. Prepare yourselves for more third, fouth and fifth-rate impersonations, karaoke auditions and heart-rending sob stories. Apparently, however, this year the producers have undertaken new screening processes to keep out unstable, overly needy types. Which, in essence, will remove the only vaguely entertaining aspect of the show.

If only I were a bear, I could just hibernate until Christmas.

Speaking of furry creatures [what a masterful segway], there are reportedly 5, 000 rats being born in London every every minute. And most of them, incidentally, are on my street. These filthy, pestilent, disgusting creatures have to be kept in check, or we’ll end up with the Plague again; and wouldn’t that be really embarassing for one of the greatest cities in the world? So, some tips for neutralising the rat problem in a humane manner; (1) Draw up signs, saying ‘No Rats’, or signs with a picture of a rat with red line through it, (2) Turn the rats gay so that they won’t breed anymore; an admittedly slower process, which involves playing 24-hour Pet Shop Boys, Elton John and Westlife music into the sewers, (3) Breed loads more foxes to patrol the streets and scare the rats off.

There’ll be more foxes, that means. But everyone loves foxes, right? Right?

Shake The Glitter

Fashion designer and king of sequins Ashish has really gone and started something with his A/W 09 collection, to suggest the collection explores embellishment is the understatement of the century. For the whole A/W collection is drowned in vibrant sequins. Every inch of Ashish pieces sparkle and shimmer multi-coloured little sequins! Ashish has re-introduced full on glamour and something tells me that the glorious sequin will be sticking around for sometime yet.  Seems the high street have taking a shine (no pun intended) to sequins once destined only for home made Xmas cards and childish Blue Peter style collages.

Well no more for the silly sequin is no longer to be mocked or snubbed, for a new sort of sequin- the super sequin is here and its serious too. Topshop have been  abusing the use of sequins in their summer collection (nope sequins are no longer saved just for Christmas parties, for they’re now allowed to come out and play in the summer sunshine, hooray for that!) with some serious sequin legging action going on. Newlook are also declaring their love for sequins, sequin bags, shoes and flapper style sequin silver frocks.Pierre Hardy has also been busy sticking (erm yeah like designers simply glue gun on the sequins?) down hundreds of sequins to his super blingtastic shoes.Though its evident Pierre prefers the large disk variety of sequin, layering lashings of sequins from toe to  stiletto heel. Meaning even your feet can glitter, mind you this could prove to be quite hazardous: because if your anything like me your be too distracted admiring the reflective sequin shadows to take any notice of that lampost…  Ouch before you know it its too  late and your face to face with that lampost and people are pointing and laughting at you, or the fact you have sequins on your feet? In which case their just fools who cannot appreaicte the joy sequins bring!

Shake the glitter girls!

Ashish a/w 09 photo: style.com

glitterboard mood board by: Sammy

1. Awear sequin trim waistcoat, £18

2. Topshop sequin strand tee, £25

3. Newlook sequin frock, £30

4.Pierre Hardy seqiuin ankle boots

5.Topshop sequin leggings, £40

When do we decide we’re too cool?

What happened to the days when we weren’t ashamed to admit we liked pop music instead of  the cool music that Zane Lowe says we’re meant to like?

I’m not ashamed to admit there are times when i sing along to Girls Allowed….heck i’ll even admit it, i went to see Britney Spears.

I used to live with a guy who’s musical tastes were dictated by NME and Rolling Stones.If they said it was cool, then it’s what he listened to so in his mind it made him cool. Totally laughable as i always thought being youself and liking what you liked was what made you cool. I would understand if you wanted to follow the crowd if you were 13 but come on now you can’t be thinking the same way 10 years on!

It seems we’ve all become too concern by what others think about our level of coolness and the fun has all gone away and i say fuck it, let’s all be who we want to be.

So instead of pretending i only like the cool music that Zane Lowe says i should have in my life, i’m doing to dance round my house to this song by Mini Viva….enjoy and most importantly don’t be ashamed!

Music Code Provided by MusicVideolife.com

Food, glorious food.

I must apologise. I missed my post slot yesterday.

I’d love to blame an incredibly hectic schedule, a hangover from hell or an incident involving a wooded area and three grizzly bears, but unfortunately… I can’t. I’ve got no excuse. On Sunday I didn’t blog because I was at home, in the garden doing the thing that females aren’t allowed to do, unless they say ”Oh my god, I’m being so bad!” beforehand. I am, of course, talking about that age old tradition of eating. Actually, “eating” sounds too delicate; I was busy stuffing my ravenous little face with a starter, main course and three helpings of dessert.

Even writing this now, Social Etiquette is screaming at me. “Apologise, woman! Apologise for eating so much! Say how guilty you feel! Quick, woman! Make a joke about how you’re going to go to the gym 18 times this week to burn it all off, HAR, HAR, HAR”. But I’m not going to. I forgot to post here yesterday because I was eating, then when I’d finished eating I ate a bit more. Then later, while lazing around watching BBC iPlayer, I ate again, finishing off what I hadn’t eaten earlier. Alright, maybe I did apologise once. At one point my sister asked ”Did you eat the last bit of dessert?”, to which I replied, ”Yes, I did, sorry”, before licking the last bit of meringue off the plate.

Luckily for me and my new found appetite, last Friday I was one of 2,000 people geeky enough to set their Outlook calendar and log onto a website at exactly 2pm. I was pretty damn quick putting those details in. So much so, I received a free Taste London membership card worth £60 for my efforts. This gives me 50% off my bill at over 800 restaurants around the capital for the next year. So not only am I going to continue eating plate loads of food, I’m only going to pay half price for the pleasure. If you ask me, any bloke taking me out to dinner this year is a lucky man, and for once I’m not just talking about my sparkling wit and conversation.

So anyway, that’s why I didn’t post yesterday. And if I can drag myself away from Pizza Express next Sunday, normal service will be resumed.

Burp.

THE TRAGEDY OF BABY P and a Failing System. Plus Mermaids, Roman Emperors, Paris Jackson’s Real Father, Stephen Hawking, Bad Paraguayan prognoses, and the mighty Pearl Jam…

It’d be impossible not to mention the Baby P story. But, given that everyone’s already put in their ten cence worth this week and most angles have been covered, I think it’s just worth mentioning how bloody OBVIOUS it is (and should’ve been) that the child’s mother and boyfriend had no business at all being allowed anywhere NEAR a child, letalone having charge of one. Why a woman with Tracey Connolley’s psychological profile and history would be given BACK custody of a child that had already been taken from her is frankly mystifying; particularly with a Nazi boyfriend, with National Front connections, who was already KNOWN to have a history of violence, and even grievously assaulted his own grandmother (with the help of his brother) to within an inch of her life.

It’s not like there was some grey area or some subtle oversight, perhaps understandable with hindsight; the whole thing is a glaring testament to ineffective authorities, blind bueuraucracy, and convenience over conscience; a tragedy riddled with errors and oversights by a seemingly unending list of incompetents, from social workers and police, to doctors and bueuraucrats.

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