I’ll be voting by proxy… (don’t forget, mum). Didn’t think UKIP would come before Labour, mind…
Your expected outcome:
Liberal Democrat
Your actual outcome:
Labour -17
Conservative -39
Liberal Democrat 64
UK Independence Party -2
Green 33
You should vote: Liberal Democrat
The LibDems take a strong stand against tax cuts and a strong one in favour of public services: they would make long-term residential care for the elderly free across the UK, and scrap university tuition fees. They are in favour of a ban on smoking in public places, but would relax laws on cannabis. They propose to change vehicle taxation to be based on usage rather than ownership.
I mentioned this on the facebooks, but there’s no harm in putting it here too…
My mate Stu only went and wrote a novel. As anyone who knows him would expect, it’s a gem of a read, a real page-turner, that keeps you guessing and wondering where the devil the inspiration for something as otherworldly and darkly funny came from right to the end.
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Quite a late one last night and hence a late morning too. After watching streaming episodes of News Radio (90s Phil Harman US Sitcom) on WinAmp for a bit and copying my favourite tracks from DJ Randall’s 80s mp3 CD I headed off to downtown to pick up some DVDs, I got Crash (The oscar one, not the JG Ballard adaptation), Bandidas (Salma Hayek and P. Cruz are cowgirls), Firewall (Harrison Ford pushing his acting skills to the limit again) and Final Destination 3 (which I watched this afternoon (3 Lulus)). I ambled over to the park had a banana milkshake in the shade, then got the wrong bus, then got the right bus.
I didn’t see Sita till late in the afternoon cos she’d been off on a tequila tasting (called a Cata) followed by jewellry shopping (the cheap stuff). She swears she didn’t swallow a drop though, and spat it all out in an expert stylee. And who am I to question her? By all accounts it’s a fascinating process, shame she’ll not guest write for this blog. You’ll just have to wait for the dissertation in X years time… This evening we had a head-to-head sudoku contest. Sita won all three (the first on a technicality mind). Did I mention I won the Scrabble yesterday, though, in Chop?
Right now it’s 10:25pm and Fernando just rang to see if I’m coming to this gig or not. I’m tempted but still a little groggy. I’m going to toss a coin in a minute and see where that takes me. Sita’s already decided she’s not going anywhere… But I’m buggered if this saturday evening is going on the record as sudoko, watering the lawn, and cauliflower soup…
Blimey. Quite a weekend. Sita & Tanya’s b-day party on Saturday was extremely well attended by with tons of lovely people dropping by. No dancin’ till 3 am this time round, just campfire songs in the garden. I recently let the neighbours know we’re moving so they’re probably counting the days, just like us. There’s photos to come. Anyroad, Breakfast on the wharf the next day; we got there at 11:31 and just missed the breakfast menu, almost prompting a Falling Down type reaction from Matt if not everyone. We had clam chowder, prawn cocktail salad and suchlike, then watched sea lions and starfish for a bit. Starfish aren’t fish, so what are they? Sits reckons they’re stars. A quick google for ’starfish’ and ‘phylum’ yields: Echinodermata… Not something we’d’ve worked out on our own on Sunday morning… Then off home for a DVD marathon of the first series of Peep Show and further barbecuing with Monica and Daniel, a whistlestop tour of Santa Cruz by night with cocktails in Red. Kill Bill 1 & 2, and bed before you knew it. Today was sedate, and now I’m at work unable to work. Definitely need a good night’s sleep- there’s going to be quite a lot going on as I try and pass on the tricks of the trade to various people in the next 4 (FOUR! FOUR! FOUR! FOUR! FOUR!) days. Alrighty, cannot think right now, time to head home. ‘Tis Tanya’s birthday today and we’re off out for a quiet drink later on maybe that’ll clear things up a bit. or not.
WordPress (the blog engine I use) just ate my longish post! Hate it when that happens. Anyroad, I can just about remember what I wrote. It was something heavily to do with self-pity…
I shouldn’t have skimped on the tequila yesterday because as soon as darkness fell my cold transformed into the fluidy achey horribleness that I could really do without… I spent the night awake with a headache and, worse yet, no one to complain to and look for sympathy from. So apologies for using my interweb soapbox to whinge, mis amigos, but I can’t help meself. Sita said all the right things on skype, mind, and she’s no stranger to the old insomnia… Also I found a stash of American strength cold medicines this morning in the bathroom so I’ll work my way through that and see if anything happens… Anyroad, to paraphrase Steven Colbert, that brings us to this week’s Spanish word: Constipado
In Spanish Spanish “Estoy constipado” means I’ve got a cold, thus causing 50% of the hilarity that occurs in Spanish chemists (pharmacies). Constipado means bunged up, only in the Iberian peninsular it refers to your nose and sinuses rather than other parts that your average anglophone might think. Round this way it’s ‘resfriado’ which is a more literal version of cold.
The other 50% comes from the phrase “Estoy embarazado/a” which you’d think means I’m embarassed, but actually means I’m pregnant. The time must fly by.
Just so this post has something of worth, eyes right for a picture of the Basilica in Zapopan from the days when I was a little obsessed with filters in Photoshop. Also, today is el Dia de la Raza, which is considerably less polemic here than Columbus day in the States. If I had a proper job, I’d have the day off… Anyroad, Viva la Raza and all that…
After seeing far too many Che Guevara T-Shirts at last night’s Fiesta de Musica in Av. Chapultepec, i was inspired to follow this tutorial: www.family-portrait-artists.com/ and give Victor Jara a makeover. Shame he looks a bit simian, but it’s my first attempt…
Definitely a fun night, the only band anyone had heard of was Los Amigos Invisibles, who cancelled, so Fernando, Jose and me walked the length of the street a couple of times and decided to adjourn to El Muro, then La Barba Negra. Sleep caught up with me around 2am, so I wandered home, gutted to find my favourite taco stand had packed up and gone home already. I got an episode of Lost in (Sita’s new record: 8 episodes in one sitting) , about 4 pints of water and half a loaf of bread, and crashed out. Today I’m up to web designery and hopefully going to see ‘V for Vendetta’ later this evening. It got rave reviews over here, it had a mixed reception in Blighty, though.
