The BBC warlog is on a different page every day, this is today’s.
Today I are bin mostly making my own font. It’s still incredibly scrappy, but I quite like the amateur look to it. I’ve been trying to think of slogans for Spinneyhead t-shirts that might be presented in this font. First up, for what CafePress call the “Jr. Baby Doll T shirt”-
Also available for boxer shorts.
After a long extended period of working across the land I am back on the internet and ready to post filth onto the famous spinneyhead website.
By the way, the prison was ok until they put me in general population.
�Do we have any information from the RADIF?�
�They say there are aeroplanes on a bearing of two- six- five.�
�A lot. They could not say more. The rockets have started landing.�
�Torpedoes will be little use against aircraft no matter how few or how many.� Karn commented.
�There must be some ships to follow that many aeroplanes. Try the spotter plane channels.�
The wing continued toward the approaching air fleet, on a pointless intercept. The Corkscrews flanked the plane, holding back until they knew what the plan was.
�Sir, I have the target ship. They have spotted a convoy of landing ships.�
�Can we get to them without having to go through the planes?�
There was a brief conference between the radio operator and navigator. �Two- three- Oh. Though that may take us through the edge of the air fleet.�
�We will need to be on the deck for the torpedoes anyway.� Karn pointed out.
�We will. Radio, tell the Corkscrews what we are planning. They can come with us or carry on.� Harren began banking and descending before the message was even sent. The Corkscrews followed at height to provide cover.
I’ve got a proposal. Let’s not buy bottled water, unless it’s French. Let’s not stock up on tinned food, but go out and buy fresh fruit and meat- organic if possible- from a local shop. Let’s get back to using
duct Gaffer tape as it was intended, for the urban equivalent of a baler twine bodge. Simply, let’s ignore all these calls for us to be afraid.
I live with terror as it is. I’m scared of the actions of my fellow coutrymen, and occasionally women, because of the way they drive. It’s not a normal commute if no-one tries to kill me. But at least my fears have some grounding. Compared to the threats of everyday life, the statistical chance of you, me or anyone we know being harmed by terrorist action is infinitesimal. It was tiny before this war began and- even though this action to make us safer has had the opposite effect- it’s still tiny now.