Physical exhaustion is no fun. Still, thanks muchly to our chauffeur for not only bringing us home from Liverpool yesterday without too much in the way of transport nightmare and being pleasant company for the evening, but taking me to Halifax this lunchtime to pointedly mention Mat lots in front of BlueBeard, and also helping me to obtain Dalek easter eggs for matgb and shrublette If only they had them in non-chocolate variety for us allergics. Am still not sure how I feel about being a nascent party member, but at least I know there are other party members who will hold my hand in difficult times. I suspect that there are some party members (particularly those who read my trolling on Lib Dem voice) who will be even more discomfited about it than me. I've already made myself known to the party leader by pointing out his spelling mistakes on his public wall on Facebook... O:-)

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I'm a bit late to the party on the Phorm thing, but I urge you all to sign this. I have. Again, with the usual caveats about internet petitions having knack all effect, although the one about allowing motorbikes into bus lanes got a positive response from the government, so you never know.

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Ratzinger (is it me, or does that sound like something you might get at KFC) has apparently decided we're none of us feeling guilty enough and we need more deadly sins. There was a time when I would have ranted extensively about this, but honestly? Why bother. The Catholic Church is getting to the point now where it does all the work of alienating moderates all by itself. This is good when my brain is as fuzzy as it is this evening.

All I know is that I have happily been living a life of vice and debauchery and rampant shagging for many many years now (with a decade gap of Being Good which, somewhat ironically, given the relative lack of shaggage involved, resulted in shrublette) and (so long as I am honest in my dealings with others and don't feel like I'm hurting anyone) I am far happier now (if somewhat tireder) than I have ever been whilst avoiding my supposed vices.

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Two links from cracked.com, via von_geisterhand:

- Top five brands for ethical shoppers to avoid. Two of these are brands of banananananana, and only one of them is Nestle. Somebody was asking me why Nestle are evil the other day and I couldn't believe that they hadn't heard any of the stuff that's neatly précised in the last segment of that article. I can now drop them a handy link. Is it wrong that I feel smug for not buying any of those things before I read the article?

At the risk of proving Godwin's Law as this entry gets longer, and narrowly avoiding the trap of linking it to the above segment about "Hitler Youth" Ratzinger, five companies who happily helped out the Nazis in WWII. Some of them were helping us at the same time, of course. Presumably this is what is known as being neutral, although I'd call it hedging your bets, myself.

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Still, since I'm proving Godwin's Law I might as well mention Orwell as well. A man has been convicted of OWNING A BOOK. Or, rather, owning a CD with a .pdf of a book on it.

*insert Nineteen Eighty-Four stuff here*

Actually, it's not Nineteen Eighty-Four, is it? It's The Trial of Lady Chatterley. Let me ask you, members of the jury, is this a book you would wish your wife or servants to read? Or is it fine for your wife or servants to read this book and giggle and be shocked, but not for those nasty brown-skinned people?

Seriously, how much more of this Death By a Thousand Cuts stuff are our ancient liberties going to take before the lumpen proletariat notice that there's something wrong? No, don't answer that. I have the feeling that the answer will be very depressing.

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And finally, am amused that my lovely fiance made a small url error in his link to me from his sidebar. Bless him. I register for a Liver Journal LOL. Could write about bile and lobes and stuff. Yeah, time to stop typing now because brain is going off all over the place. Byesie bye.

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