Well, paint my bottom blue and call me Susan but I'm sure there are better ways to live than this.
I see Levis are shutting down their last U.S. plant which means all my jeans will be hand stitched by blind and deaf 6 year old thai girls from now on. Ah well maybe the prices will drop.

I was watching another of those cop shows last night. One of those where you have to be a fool to live near the star. Like Midsommer murders for instance. A tiny village in England and every week one of John Nettle's neighbours dies a grissly death. Then he spends weeks searching for the culprit amongst the ever decreasing number of remaining inhabitants.
Well it's obvious that he's killing them himself to keep the show going.

Princess Di wasn't pregnant when she was brutally murdered by the that French tunnel wall. Neither were Elvis or JFK.
Conspiracy theories are just shite paranoia. The human condition doesn't allow for the amount of people needed to keep secrets that the scale of these things would need. And anyway, who would want to murder a divorced Bulimic psycho, a fat ex pop star or a crippled president who was shagging Marilyn, allegedly.

Anyway, today's more startling news is that the badgers have dug under the wall to next door and spent a breathless night parading around in my neighbour's wife's lingerie. Wonder if I should contact FTV? Sort of Victoria's Secret from South Africa.

The Palestinians are calling for "one state". Well that's easily achieved, let's just finish off what they've started and melt the Yids into bars of soap, come on, it nearly worked for our Euro partners 50 years ago and would have done if it wasn't for such interfering bitches as Anne Frank hiding them behind wardrobes. And another thing, did they pay rent? And full board? I doubt it very much.

And while we're at it let's make all those sand niggers wear proper clothes, give your mam her tea towels and sheets back boys, get some nice t-shirts and a pair of Levis, while you still can.