Monthly Archives: December 2009

It occasionally crosses my mind that life would be much simpler for me if I simply quit smoking. Because then I would cease to be a member of an outcast minority, and rejoin polite society. I would be able to … Continue reading →

I’d like to return to Tom Harris’ Land of Angry post from last week, which ended up with 96 comments, 3 of them mine – including a post on my own blog. In his post he’d been asking where all … Continue reading →

Global warmists have been rattled by Climategate, but they are regrouping. Ben Chu, writing in the Independent a couple of days ago, concedes that the behaviour of a few scientists at the University of East Anglia left a little to … Continue reading →

Global warmists have been rattled by Climategate, but they are regrouping. Ben Chu, writing in the Independent a couple of days ago, concedes that the behaviour of a few scientists at the University of East Anglia left a little to … Continue reading →

Tom Harris, in Land of Angry, takes up the issue of commenters who, regardless of the topic he’s writing about, will use the opportunity to have another go at the government. He asks: What is wrong with these people? They’re … Continue reading →

I have a sneaking admiration for bartenders. Theirs is no easy job. I know because I tried my hand at it once. And rapidly realised that it was a job that I just couldn’t do. I found out years back … Continue reading →

Me, all I want is to be able to sit in a pub and drink a pint of beer and smoke a cigarette. But if you want to do that these days it seems you have to have a revolution. … Continue reading →

I keep an eye open for reports on HPV, since reading that, while it causes cervical cancer, it’s also linked rather less strongly to genital and anal cancer.  I turned up another couple of links tonight. The first from the … Continue reading →

The Copenhagen Climate Conference seems to have descended into farce. It’s not just that the attending countries can’t seem to be able to agree about anything inside the building. What’s been going on outside is almost as interesting. It seems … Continue reading →

Here, sit down. You’re looking a bit down. Like a man condemned to a long spell in prison. Dick Puddlecote must be prescient or something, to have more or less written your obituary just two or three days before you … Continue reading →