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A few of these are “passed through” rather than actually “visited”, but hey ho. There’s no point in me bothering with one for the states in the US I’ve been to as it’s only two! Click the images to enlarge.

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OK, well, not admit as such. But near as dammit. I vaguely overheard a comment on the radio news this morning. Apparently that **** who kidnaps people off the streets in Iraq and holds them to “ransom” then beheads them issued a warning to someone today. I think it’s one of the guys in the new temporary government or whatever.

Anyways, he was warning him about being the subject of assassination attempts, about the fact that he’s not safe walking the streets and – the best bit – that he “had so far been lucky to escape many well-planned ambushes”.

OK, call me picky… but if they were so ******* well-planned, how come he’s escaped so many of them? Doesn’t that make them really badly planned? The only example they gave was a car bomb outside his house – which went off when he was out.

Well, I can’t remember the name of this particular odorous streak of rancid **** but my message to him is to just give up. If he’s only capable of kidnapping defenseless civilians and prodding them with sticks, he’s about the most cowardly, pathetic, stupid, arrogant **** I’ve ever heard of. Frankly, he makes the IRA look almost disciplined and that is some achievement.

If you’ve not got the bollocks to confront your enemy head on, roll your sleeves up and wade in with your fists flying, then piss the **** off. It amazes me how other people are actually even more stupid as they martyr themselves because he says so. Have none of them paused to think for one second that if the afterlife is so ******* wonderful, how come he isn’t the one strapping a semtex waistcoat to himself?

*******. And then some. I’ve always wanted to issue a challenge to ***** like that. You. Me. A room. No weapons. Winner takes all. I know I’m soft as ****. I know I’m crap in fights. But somehow I just have the feeling I’d still be able to beat them because I don’t rely on other people to fight my fights for me. Chickenshit ********.

OK. Timeline:

• ManUre v Arsenal ends with Wenger moaning about Van Nistel-horseface being a cheat for stomping on someone then looking around all innocent-like and getting away with it.
• The FA review match footage and charge Van Nistel-missinglink with being a bit of a bastard. He’s given a chance to refute the charges. He admits he was an arse and takes a three match ban for stomping.
• The FA charge Wenger with making a complaint about Van Nistel-piltdownman.

Hang on. The FA successfully act on a complaint and then charge the person who made the (now proven valid) complaint for complaining? As if we needed any more proof that they’re all too busy shagging prozzies outside their nice new Soho residence to actually look after football matters.

BBC News are announcing that it’s likely that Europe will be hosting the $10billion fusion reactor at the core of the Iter project. OK, all well and good, but 5 house points for the first person to spot problem with the following quote from the article:

“In a fusion reaction, energy is produced when light atoms – the hydrogen isotopes deuterium and tritium – are fused together to form heavier atoms. “

I’ve booked Kitkat in at the vet’s for the Full Works on Monday next week. This means over the space of 24 hours she is going to miss at least two meals, get shoved into a box, driven in a car, left alone with strangers, cut open, injected (several times) and given itchy stitches and a collar.

She is so going to hate me. I have also now discovered that cats aren’t that cheap after all. Eek.

I’ve given up and decided to go for it. She’s about 14 months old (at a guess), but hasn’t yet gotten pregnant. This is either very fortunate, or maybe every cat in our neighbourhood has been done. Or is female. Oooorrr… maybe Kitkat has bollocks instead of internal plumbing. There’s a small chance she has been done already, but I seriously have my doubts about that. I can’t see ratboy and his ex giving it any thought.

Working on the principle that ex-mrs scumbag said she’d be back for the cat when she left, and hasn’t been seen in the intervening three months, I reckon I’m justified in saying Kitkat is now mine. She must have known the filth-bucket she walked out on would throw kitty out on the street.

The thing is, I’m already worried about leaving her alone at the vet’s to be operated on. I am seriously already fretting and thinking about chickening out and not bothering. I am scared.