All that “British jobs for British People” sounds spineless.I loathe it.
I’m down with parthenogenesis now
If you all refrain from the word personal about Mr. Tweet. we’re good. Personal means I know your cologne. OK?
The God of contrary evidence just introduced me to the nicest Korean guy. Eating my words.
Checking out the hip hop crowd at Bed. Warm friendly crowd.
Just came off the Klein on Sukhuvit. Pulled out too quick. Torque spun me out and I landed on my back. Or rather the Mac Air in my rucksack
We are after all. What we share.
Thinking about sharing a war.
There’s absolutely no way that moron was ever qualified to be manipulated by the neocons who slink away as we speak.
War profiteers. Status quo engineers. Death and Misery Merchants. Richard Perle a guest of the BBC recently. Disgraceful.
As an aside, Bed Supperclub is leaping tonight. DJ just destroyed a drunken and emergent congo with “this aint no disco”
So how to proceed diplomatically? How to indict George HW Bush for was crimes? Painful but necessary if credibility and safety is important.
Was crimes. Hmmm.
It has a syncopated ‘feel’ that I love so much. Donque with Snoop Dogg flowed nicely after.
It is as it is. Track 7 on Britney Spears latest. It’s called Get Naked (watch this space) I crossed the floor to find out.
Just listening to the best track since I first heard Crazy by Gnarls Berkeley. Need to know who it is.