Bad things and Worse things

Little boys (i.e. those under the age of consent and or drinking age who can't find anything better to do) like to roam the streets trying to look threatening, walking the pimp limp, hats on, hoods up. The pimples (zits/plukes/etc) give the game away when the street light catches them in the face so instead of trying to look threatening anymore, they'll just go and nick your car, drash it, crash it and burn it in a back street.

Ah, England.

I have to leave England tomorrow so I am a little melancholic, as I always am when we leave as I never know how long it will be before we're back.


On the subject of things terrible (were we?) I wonder if the blogosphere has yet made it's own organic move towards fundraising/aid-raising for the Tsunami-hit people around the Indian Ocean. I'm 'aving a thunk about it. There must be some good ideas out there. spread 'em around. The people who are left have lost everything including their means of making a living to recoup what they have lost. I hope we westerners can find it in our hearts to sacrifice (not just give what we can spare... what's that?) something from our comfortable lives to help them. You know it's true.

That was a message from the "Madge-Side"