- watched Hot Fuzz (I did appreciate the reference to Shaun of the Dead and Bad Boys — has Simon Pegg lost weight?)
- met my cousin for lunch at Ravello’s
- showed my cousin’s family the second house with the big garden
- suffered the effects of a bottle of Coke and one strong coffee all evening (i.e. the best of caffeine withdrawal — headache, nausea, chills and hot spells, and an accelerated heartbeat) and had to go lie down in the dark for an hour or two
- had a late, light dinner of chicken noodle soup from the Chinese takeaway
- did the weekly shop thing at Livingston (got my messages, hehe)
- computered some more (and I, Robot was on)
I giggle uncontrollably whenever I see the trailer for Shaun the Sheep on CBBC. His own giggling in the advertisement makes me want to swear off lamb (but not quite).
It’s no’fair it’s on during the day on CBBC. I love Shaun.
As much as I do complain (Singaporeans really got the best out of the British colonisation) about various things on life in Scotland, there’s one thing I cannot every deny. The place is damned pretty at times.
Even when traffic is slow on the motorway, the view of sky above always puts me in a good mood. There are big-ass fluffy clouds — they and the sky are all different colours at sunrise (when I’m driving) and sunset (when I’m driving). I’ve never liked salmon pink before, but when it’s streaking across the sky it looks like a pretty exciting, compared to the rest of the time when it’s nerdy and old-fashioned and reminds me of old ladies.
The above is not a picture of the sky from any motorway; it’s just an example of the sky. In case you haven’t seen the sky before. That could be the case if you’ve been living in a cave and never left. Or under a rock.
Two teams of British researchers have applied for permission to create “cybrid” embryos that would be around 99.9 per cent human and 0.1 per cent rabbit, cow, pig, sheep or goat to produce embryonic stem cells – the body’s building blocks that grow into all other types of cells.
Dr Calum MacKellar of the Scottish Council on Scottish Bioethics, said: “Millions of people in the UK would see the creation of animal-human embryo combinations as the creation of very profound ethical problems. These are not just a pile of cells, but have a special moral status as a human person.”
I, for one, welcome the possibility of future humans with long, furry ears.
Some things I just don’t understand. IVF on the NHS?
Mr Shapps, Tory MP for Welwyn and Hatfield, said: “A woman’s chances of ever conceiving a baby through IVF are largely dependent on her postcode and the level of debt within her primary care trust.
“The rules are complex, unequal and sometimes just downright unfair.”
A couple on BBC 1 this morning have been trying for EIGHT YEARS, spent all their money on private IVF treatment, and are now asking the PUBLIC to pay for more? I dunno, I might be way out of left field here, but if they haven’t conceived successfully after eight years with IVF assistance, they might not be able to have children the biological way.
Ever considered adoption?
IVF is not primary or emergency health care. It is ELECTIVE. Why the fuck should the public pay for it? If you are determined to conceive a child but you can’t afford to pay for IVF treatment, maybe you won’t be able to pay to raise this child you hope to have. If you can afford IVF but don’t want to pay for it, you should just fuck off.
An Israeli Jew falls in love and marries a Palestinian Muslim: “I feel like a refugee. The moment I decided not to be part of the mainstream I was told that I was not a part of my country anymore.” — Star-crossed lovers quit West Bank
The Palestinian husband has not yet been given permission to leave and join his wife in Europe. This is rather sad. These people just want to live a normal life, but because they are from opposing sides, they are outcasts in both their communities.
I’ve seen the photo of him butt-naked (with the NSFW bits censored) somewhere else. But this photo is much more flattering.
I don’t really have anything of value to say, I just wanted to save this picture so I can look at his torso at my leisure any time in the future.
So. Barring my application or the response going astray in the post, I’ve signed up for a 6K charity run supporting St Andrew’s Hospice in Lanarkshire. I could set up a page soliciting further donations, but I think I’ll be getting one in hard copy, and there are a few causes I really want to support as well, so my online efforts are going toward Alzheimer’s Research Trust.
Donate and support my tortoiseness
I know, I know, six kilometres isn’t much (especially if you consider this). However! However! I have decided to attempt joining a short-distance (sub-10K) run every single calendar month from March*, and at the moment, I’m sorted till June. So that’s loads of low-level fundraising opportunities. And ongoing motivation to keep me training. Assuming my hip doesn’t give out on me — my knees haven’t given me problems (fingers crossed) since I started taking glucosamine supplements and wearing my braces.
* There is, However! A ten-kilometre run in May.
Inmates in Barlinnie prison are sometimes issued ill-fitting (and stained) underpants.
The overcrowded Glasgow jail is the only one in Scotland to ban prisoners from wearing their own clothing.
Personally, I don’t see anything wrong with inmates taking responsibility for their own underpants, unless there’s some sort of suicide or security risk attached to elastic and cotton / nylon. I was listening to BBC Radio Scotland this morning, and I agree that those who aren’t serious offenders (the ones who are jailed for failing to pay fines amounting to under £300) shouldn’t really be incarcerated. I say put them to work, at an hourly rate to pay off said fine. Nothing a little Corrective Work Order can’t fix.
You’ve gotta read the last line of the article:
Barlinnie governor Bill McKinlay said a working group had been set up to consider complaints over prison underwear.
AKA, how to waste yet more time in justifying one’s jobs. Or, is there a risk of riot over unsuitable pants? Are the prisoners in Barlinnie such big girls’ blouses that underpants are such a major concern? HA!
Surely going commando is the sign of epic hardness.