We all know the last Starwars movie is due out soon

here's a decent review, which should appeal to all our age. If Harry tells the truth, Ep III is good enough to forgive the crimes committed by EP I and II.

Also this very good spoof short on the movie. They're right; Anakin is a poo poo head.

I offered to take the bullet yesterday but my boss said no. At least they're standing behind me for now!

Cheers

Bomber out

Well it was bound to happen sooner or later

Most of you know that my current project is in a "spot of bother" at the moment, well my German boss (that is to say; my boss' boss' boss) was called to Paris yesterday for a good reaming and was told that it is all my fault. I think they gave him a figurative silver platter and asked him to return it to them with my head on it, all of which leaves me feeling a bit like John the Baptist before bath time, only less pious. Looks like the company is standing behind me at the moment, but we'll see what the next few weeks brings. Perhaps I'll get that long summer holiday afterall!

At least I didn't sink as low as attorney Frank Spinner who, in his defense of Sabrina Harman - one of the Abu Grahib abusers, argued that;

She photographed abuses because she wanted to document what she felt was wrongful behaviour

also that,

the famous picture of the hooded man (nicknamed Gilligan) standing on a box with wires attached to his bits "was a joke. Gilligan understood it to be a joke. It was all part of their relationship. It was a relationship beyond what the pictures showed."

and my personal favorite,

that "other notorious pictures did not constitute abuse as the prisoners were hooded and thus did not know they were being photographed."

I just sat there this morning and said of the client :"well she's a lying bitch then, isn't she." Or something

Bomber out

I've been doing sit-ups at home

to try and fight the beer barrel threatening to take over my whole body. It hurts (which I suppose means it's working) and so I put some ralgex where my stomach muscles are supposed to be. I got some on my nips! now my buds are burning, wihch reminds me of the time DP came back from jogging and his nipples had bled through his t-shirt.

God; now I feel sick AND my nipples are on fire

bugger.

'appy l'afternoon

I signed up for something that I thought I never would stoop to today, although it's bee inevitable for a while now. French lessons.

I have been mulling over the possibilities for a month now and hiring a full time translator seems impractical (without a job) so I supplicated myself and called at Alliance Francais this morning. I thought I had got away with it when they told me that the next term didn't start until July (oh damn, never mind, I tried) but then I got caught out. I could take a placement test. a french test! Oh my fucking Christ. I do not recommend this to anyone who had the standard UK french language education experience. There I sat in front of some french bint, not having spoken a word of the "language of Love" in about 20 years with her refusing to speak any english. Sweaty palms, the lot, let me tell you. What a horror! \Over a period of 5 minutes (seemed like 2 hours) she wrote down three things;

• Comprend un peu
• Parle un peu
• Tres hesitant

That I understood them is perhaps testament to the franglish brainwashing I received at school.

She then asked me to write a few sentances intoducing my wife, Bubble. A fucking French essay! cunts.

At the end she said my level of French is "not good". It surprised me that she would say this, surely if my level was "good" then I wouldn't need fucking lessons would I? She then "allowed" me to enter the level 2 (bit like grade 2, I suppose; 8 year olds...) and "consented" to take my money off me for the course, for which I will probably only get 1/2 a term now, although I have to pay for the whole thing.

So, tomorrow night it's cassette tapes and earphones and "je m'apelle Bummer" for me from 8 to 9 friggin' 30

Can't they all just learn English? Actually, what really grates is that they all already know it but they still make me learn. Fuckers.

On a funnier note this story from AFP. I liked this not for the political moralising over whether or not it's right to provide trining funds to strippers (of course it's right, how would they get any good?) but the wonderful description given;

pole dance -- a routine generally seen in strip clubs in which scantily clad women drape themselves suggestively around a pole in time to music

How BBC.

Bomber (le) out