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<\/a><\/p>\nMELTDOWN 1<\/p>\n
Donald Trump is a smelly poo \u2013 That\u2019s it for political commentary – framed in the language appropriate to his intellectual capacities which really do appear to be those of a spoilt, cantankerous three year old.<\/p>\n
What a shame it\u2019s not funny. If ever there was an argument that no government is better than bad government, he makes it.<\/p>\n
This picture would actually make an amazing Caravaggio or alternatively a Francis Bacon. What would you call it? – \u2018Trump thanks god for Trump and a bunch of hypocritical arseholes agree\u2019<\/p>\n
I am actually revolted by this picture. It is pornography of the worst kind – God, power, corruption, greed and hypocrisy \u2013 and we worry about exposure to willys and bosoms. Really!<\/p>\n
MELTDOWN 2<\/p>\n
Well as you may know I have been having a technology meltdown. It was not really my fault, well I suppose it was because I allowed some already dodgy software to update itself, the result was the dodgy software became crazy software, that went on to enthusiastically contact all my subscribers, many times over to let them know of this and that and not much. I think it was software led spite aimed at my over confidence.<\/p>\n
I have been teaching more technological subjects and was getting to rather enjoy it. All my students now have web server space that they can manage themselves and I can manage that space from home, helping them out remotely if required. I have had lots of help from more knowledgeable staff and IT at Hull but it was going so well I thought it was time to tinker with my own servers \u2013 so there you go \u2013 I broke them! and for a while it was rather like a runaway train \u2013 except I did not have the sense to stop stoking the fire \u2013 the more I stoked the more emails poured from the smoke stack, landing hilariously in the lap of my old PhD supervisor, Alistair who taught me everything I know about computing \u2013 ohh the shame!<\/p>\n
Cancer wise, nowt to report. I continue to slowly deteriorate but intervention is there none yet, I am glad to say. I feel well and happy, so a slow rotting is nothing but the fate of us all \u2013 tee hee \u2013 so you might as well get used to it folks. The wonderful media correspondent Steve Hewlett \u2013 thanked me for praising his brilliant interviews on PM about his cancer \u2013 Definitely worth a listen \u2013 he says all the things I would like to say but as an experienced journalist he says it so well. Google him\/cancer\/R4<\/p>\n
RT\u00a0@steve_hewlett<\/a>:\u00a0@gravityisahat<\/a>\u00a0glad you appreciated the\u00a0#bbcpm<\/a>\u00a0pieces\u2026and the very best of luck to you! S<\/p>\n My boys and girls are doing fabulously well creatively if not financially \u2013 but who cares about that. Any hopes of sponging off them in our old age diminish in accord with their delightfully diminishing desire to do anything to earn money. One wants a camper van to hit the festivals and the other seems to be weighing up a career writing novels and looking after other people\u2019s dogs in Spain. I do hope none of them disappoint by becoming sensible or worst rich.<\/p>\n Vincent the (not so stray anymore) cat is becoming choosy about the food we offer \u2013 no cheap tinned crap. I guess that means he is OK. He is still terrified of us but comes in at night to sleep and sometime sneaks in behind us to eat from the other cats bowls while we are preoccupied with a box set. Bobby is quite literally having hissy fits (is that where the term comes from) Mitch gives him a casual slap, (like a Mafioso style boss, impatient but caring with the new impetuous recruit, his nephew, Salvatore) but is largely indifferent. I predict by the New Year Vince will be in the house more than out, but I don\u2019t think he will ever become a cuddly cat. His genes are screaming street and substance abuse and twocking. He has as a tick in his ear, which must drive him mad, but the chance of me doing my St Francis and \u2018drawing it from out his ear hence,\u2019 is zilch, as St Francis Newell would end up shredded or dumped in the river with concrete slippers. You can tell it\u2019s like kitty Palermo in our garden at the moment.<\/p>\n MELTDOWN 3<\/p>\n Oh dear I have lost it – in a bid to seriously jeopardise my job this week I have started another ranting place. Contribute if you dare.<\/p>\n