One of the advantages of sharing the house with a woman is I can start reading Cosmopolitan again without having to go to a hairdressers. Of course, Daz now expects me to give him make-up tips and I did find myself mocking Shania Twain’s outfit when she appeared on Top of the Pops last night. (But really, a bra with a halter top? Oi, Twain, No!)
I’ve just been on an anti-war rally. It was obvious that if I headed into town I’d find one this weekend, and I had to hand my timesheet in anyway. It was quite an eclectic bunch, a good thousand or two, including Pets Against War and the much less organised Winos For Peace. I missed the big London demo and the Manchester one on Bogle weekend and wanted to be counted at some point. I’m not a great participant and I’m definitely not one of life’s chanters, so I just sort of wandered along taking photos, which should be up some time next week.
BBC1 has become the British Battle Channel, streaming News 24 coverage. Daz spotted it first, but Baghdad is still lit up even as it’s being bombed. In these days of GPS etc. a blackout wouldn’t be that effective, but somehow you’d expect a city under attack to turn off its street lights anyway.