Earthquake / Tsunami Aid Links

As I’d been tinkering on the net and vegging the last few days I had suffered a media blackout. This hasn’t been helped by the radio in my car dying (well, MW so I can’t listen to 5Live). Without wanting to sound flippant, I thought a trip over the border to Blackburn for a torrid 2-2 draw was a bad way to spend Boxing Day.

It wasn’t until I got home and turned on the telly, that I found out about what had happened around South Asia. Good grief. I have a very dear friend who comes from Sri Lanka and a large part of his family lives there. I’m also sure some people I know were heading to Thailand around this time of year, but I can’t recall who.

Red Cross

Save The Children

Oxfam

When donating via the Red Cross or Oxfam links, PLEASE note that you can have your donation treated as Gift Aid so that the tax you paid on that money when you got it from your employer is also sent to the charity. This bumps a £20 donation up to over £25 at no cost to you.

Thanks to Vicus Scurra and Bird-Bloke for the above URLs.

You all come from Hertfordshire

I was watching Match of the Day this morning and endured the usual 10 minutes or so coverage of the Man U game – also known as Wayne Rooney‘s "How To Fight Like A Schoolgirl" Half Hour. Behind one of the goals were a few noticeboards for radio station XFM.

Nothing unusual in that, except that XFM is a local radio station for London and the surrounds, not Manchester. Ah. Wait. Of course. Silly me.

Something tells me you’d not see adverts for XFM at Man City. And don’t tell me about XFM being available on digital via Sky. Who on earth uses their Sky Digital box to listen to the radio?

Advertising hyperbole

I just caught an advert for Currys or Comet (or somewhere – they’re all the bloody same). First of all, it featured a woman who looked scarily like Linda Barker. I thought we’d seen the last of her after she single-handedly caused the ruination of Courts, but it seems not.

Secondly, they were advertising a "food centre". Now, I’m no technical expert, nor am I a white goods salesperson, so excuse my ignorance. But this food centre looked exactly like… a ******* fridge. A big fridge, I admit, but a fridge nontheless. Actually, it wasn’t even that big. I think mine’s about the same size but it lacks the all-important water and ice dispencer. Having said that, my fridge does actually have bottles of cold drinks and ice trays in it so I don’t really think that’s an issue.

All I can assume, therefore, is that this "food centre" actually is a fridge and they’re only trying to make it sound more exciting. Now this may work on kids ("NEW Frizdongles… with added… PTWANG!") but I hardly see it working on the age range of people who buy white goods. Tut.

In the meantime, I’m starting to veer towards getting a Mazda MX-6 or an MX-3. The MX-6 has two diesel engines, one of which is £500 dearer, has about 20% more horsepower, does 0-62mph 0.4 seconds faster than the other and has a top speed 3mph faster. But… I get a bigger number next to the badge.

It’ll be that one, then.

6823

6823
6823

That’s how many hits (unique per day) this page has had over the last year. I put the counter on on Dec 25th 2003 at 17:00, expecting to get maybe a couple of dozen a week. Actually, in November I was wondering if I’d make 5000 by xmas. From somewhere I got a sudden deluge and passed 6000 before the start of December!

A big “BAH HUMBUG” to all (except that **** at number 9 – him and his pet bitch can **** off and die for all I care) and I hope to have you all reading this cobblers for another 12 months.

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The bookies won’t like this

White Xmas?
White Xmas?

Believe it or not, in the UK this paltry dusting of frozen water classes as a “white xmas”. At least, it does if the snow falls on a certain area at any point between midnight and midnight. In London, it’s a 3′ x 3′ concrete square on top of the weather centre that’s only checked once per hour. I assume therefore that if there isn’t someone up there at the right time and the snow doesn’t lie, then it doesn’t count.

Anyway, as I type this up there is the slightest of flurries outside. I suppose it counts as a flurry as I can see more than two flakes at once, but only just. So the first white xmas I can recall since I was a kid and there’s not even enough to make a snowball, let alone bury a corpse in to keep it fresh for a few days. I just hope it doesn’t get too bad and make my drive to Blackburn tomorrow too troublesome.

Actually, maybe missing the match would be a mercy.

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