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Donna Summer R.I.P

May 18, 2012

Donna summer, disco queen and a diva in the true sense of the word has died. Apparently it was cancer that took her. She was 63. Sixty three! I have her stuck at around the 30 mark in the amber of my mind, but she had clearly moved on. Donna, along with my childhood had just left the building.

Donna Summer

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London 2012 Olympic Meltdown Countdown – Host Boroughs To Be Military Bases!

April 30, 2012

I hadn’t been caning it the night before, and I didn’t eat cheese before I went to bed. Yet waking up on Sunday to the news that a gated apartment block would soon have surface-to-air missiles placed on their roof, here in sunny Tower Hamlets, had me scratching my head, then laughing hysterically. It had to be a joke, right? Wrong. This is for real, ladies and gentlemen. For real.

Thunderbird 1 aircraft

The Tracy family don’t know it yet, but their new launch pad is going to be on the roof of Bow Quarter… FAB!

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London 2012 Olympic Meltdown Countdown –100 Days To Go

April 18, 2012

A hundred days to go ‘til the Olympic games starts in good ol’ London Taaahn and so far, it’s been a hell of a ride. We’ve had a divisive logo, funny little mascots, ticket fiascos and special road lanes set up for the special people and their special wives so they can stay in the West End and do their special shopping in Mayfair. Fast food companies are sponsoring the festival of fitness (oh, the irony) and to make sure their investment won’t be compromised, those lucky enough to have tickets for the events won’t be allowed to bring their own food.

The Olympic rings

London workers are urged to change their work patterns to give our poor old public transport a fighting chance of working when the hoards descend, and we will continue, in perpetuity, to pay the price of a Walnut Whip every week to cover the costs of the games. For that money, most of us will be watching it on TV, because we couldn’t get tickets for any event, except football. But who wants to watch that when we get it almost 265 days of the year anyway? But we’re here, dammit, and we’ll soon be proud.

Like an overzealous mother who cleans the house from top to bottom in readiness for important visitors, all traces of the scrubbier side of Londinium, including prostitutes are being swept away, lest it gets in the way of the biggest promotion for Great Britain PLC since the Royal Wedding.

We’ll soon be open for business. The real countdown starts now.