I’m firmly into monogamy and I’ve heard about orgy parties, but this is new to me: “A police spokesman confirmed that swinging is not illegal as long as it is done behind closed doors, is consensual and no money changes hands.” — Swingers swap sex partners in prudish Singapore
Xinhua said Beijing’s Higher People’s Court had ruled that the initial verdict was “a correct application of the law and provided appropriate punishment”.
I reckon China is seeing if people eventually quieten down about this and forget about him (except for a few fairly directly involved), and since he’s ethnic Chinese and originally from Hong Kong, this is a big test case, I reckon. China really thinks it has a lot of clout now, and if (most) people stop fighting for Ching Cheong, they’ll continue talking things up to keep the China fever going — and I just know they will start pulling even more shit and getting away with it.
Oh dear. Populism without consideration for practical realities at its best, I suppose. The Scottish National Party‘s main platform is independence for Scotland. And the news I saw on the the teevee said if the SNP wanted to take power in the next elections and these poll findings are replicated at the polls, they will have to ally themselves with the Lib Dems and/or the Greens. Does anyone seriously think that Alex Salmond won’t have to compromise and step back from so many ‘policy’ proposals in order to be in power?
If the SNP does win, I think many who voted for them will find themselves very disillusioned within a few years.
(Not that it matters what I think, nor that I support any other party.)
Anyone and everyone, please go to your local bookshop and ask them to order a copy of Blundstones & a Brown Dog, a book of poetry by Christopher Nailer. From the publisher:
Blundstones and a Brown Dog is about living in the real world with your heart and your eyes wide open. This collection, written over a twenty-five-year period, speaks about the perplexity of simple things: love, death, longing, friendship, hope. Its voice is human, fallible, incomplete. It’s about the journey and the dreaming; it’s about lives as precious and fragile as fine china.
Chris is a great poet, and I’m not even into poetry. And he would fondly love to surprise his publisher with orders from all corners of the globe (I quote):
I have this fantasy of people all round the world going into bookshops in the strangest places (like the old ads for Western Union) and ordering my book. Scene: Kabul; tall thin man in kaftan and turban walks into fly-blown bookshop with a shell-hole in one wall: “Salam Aleikum! I want to order this book by an Australian poet.” (Bookshop owner makes a rude gesture and spits loudly); “Ptuh! I spit on your Australian poet! Think I want his corrupt western words in my country?! A thousand curses on you, heathen-loving wretch, go and wash your mouth with camel dung!”
Create your own, and let me know. The book is 18.00 AUD from the publisher, ISBN number 978 1 74027 392 3.
A good move: Give addicts heroin, says officer. Those who turn to crime to support their habit — and only to support their habit — should definitely be given help. The drug will be cleaner and prescribed in a proper dose, and can be regulated. Fewer dirty needles and sharing, and a smaller chance of them spreading blood-borne infections.
Well, like I said, it was cheap night at Showcase last night — I got to see Casino Royale on the big screen. We had to rush a bit, but cinema advertising and trailers gave us about ten minutes to spare.
Neil had said that Daniel Craig is not right for Bond, because he’s blonde, because he’s not smooth, because he looks like a thug.
After watching the film, both of us agree that he was a great choice for this film (well, I think so much more since I quite like Daniel Craig, ever since I saw Hotel Splendide years ago*).