Tuesday, 18 September 2007

Black Steel In The Hour Of Chaos

This time they'll squeeze The Juice until the pips come out...



Tuesday September 18th: Gordon has now personally stepped in to quell the fears of building society account holders, assuring them that their money is safe. The 'Rock is no longer in a hard place.


Media outlets are reporting his first comments on the matter since it first happened late last week. "We are an economy that will continue to grow, continue to create jobs, continue to have low inflation. Everything that has been put in place in the last two days is designed to ensure that. And I will kill anyone who stands in my way" He said. He didn't say the last bit out loud, though.


The front page of today's Times features a picture of Chancellor Alastair Darling, red-faced, head bowed. You just know what's going through his head. Punishment.


"That's the last time you fail me, cur!"


*Whack*


"Please Master, no..."


I feel for him, in a funny kind of way. Following Gordon 'The Number Man' Brown as Chancellor must be a little like sitting in a crowd at The Staples Center, enjoying a beer and nachos, when you're told Kobe's putting his feet up for the rest of the night and thinks that you should take his place...




One of the editors at the Telegraph took her son to Sunday's show and had him review it.


Wow.



I thought my mother was pushy.



It was the kid's first gig and he seemed to know what he was talking about, even though a couple of sentences seem to be written by someone considerably older.


Probably someone with journalistic experience.



It reminds me of my old school projects. Especially the one about scientific discoveries. If my piece on Marie Curie could talk it would have spoken with the voice of a man in his 40's who didn't sound all that different from my dad. I feel bad for the boy, in a way, because seeing Prince before you've seen anyone else live is guaranteed to ruin the concert-going experience for you. Surely everything else will pale into comparison. I've been going to gigs since I was 15 and I'm contemplating giving up after this (or maybe after Pete Rock at The Jazz Cafe), because I have a feeling I'll end up standing at the back of the venue, arms folded, thinking "I know this is Mobb Deep - but they still haven't played Purple Rain..."


One name.


2 letters.


O.J.


They wanted him bad. They waited over a decade and it appears that the American Justice Sytem will finally get its hooks into him. Reports say that he robbed a sports memorobilia salesman in a Las Vegas hotel room, at gunpoint. I sincerely hope he didn't do it. Not only is he a 60 year old man, who should be enjoying his retirement with dignity but.....HE WAS FUCKING LUCKY TO GET AWAY WITH IT LAST TIME. Johnnie's not around no more, fam (God rest the dead). Unless your current lawyer sees him like Luke used to see Ben Kenobi, they're gonna put you under the jail this time.


Damn, can't a brother live...

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