Friday, 24 November 2017

Confusion reigns

What was it for that Uber paid $100,000 to their hackers? Erasing stolen data doesn’t make much sense as how could they rely on hackers to do it and not take copies? Or do it after they had sold on copies? Cash for the hackers to keep quiet about how easy them found it to get in to the Uber system sounds credible. Pretending it was a security test arranged by Uber doesn’t.


The US national anthem was played on a saxophone with flourishes in Detroit and then as a trumpet voluntary in Dallas for the initial Thanksgiving NFL matches. Which reminded us how much better anthems can be performed as an instrumental, especially in an era when excessive vocal twiddly bits by alleged stars is the norm.

Thursday, 23 November 2017

Yes, you, mate!

How do you push J. Corbyn’s buttons? When he demands more cash for care for the elderly, accuse him of naked self-interest.

Watch out

Attention any British people thinking of celebrating the American Thanksgiving today: do so and you will be guilty of ‘cultural appropriation’ and the Hate Police will be round to rake you in whilst you’re still stuffing the turkey.

Wednesday, 22 November 2017

SUBB (Screwed Up Beyond Belief)

Only in these weird times could a guy running a Corbynite outfit called ‘Stop Funding Hate’ be running hate campaigns against newspapers which fail to bow down to his party line. Maybe we could invoke the Trade Descriptions Act (Exceptional Circumstances) to make him change the name of his secret society to ‘Stop Funding Hate Unless I Sponsor It’.

Would you like some garlic with your tripe, sir?

The insinuation by the Bremoaners that Brexit is proceeding outwith the normal boundaries of ‘politics as usual’ is a sign of desperation. But, like all conspiracy theorists, they do have to maintain that something monstrous is going on. All we can do is tell them to relax, take a deep breath and get off their grassy knoll because the council wants to mow it.

Tuesday, 21 November 2017

Nice thought, shame about the product

I can never remember what the advert is about but I don’t get fed up with listening to Fleetwood Mac playing “Don’t Stop”. Great tune, nice to sing along to, but I can’t make a connection to what it’s supposed to sell.