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*September 13th 2004 - September 20th 2004

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*Sunday 19th September 2004

BBC1 11:15
FILM Arthur's Dyke
(Gerry Poulson, 2002]
Three men try to relive their youth by trekking 170 miles along the path of Offa's Dyke.
Comedy drama, starring Pauline Quirke.

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*Saturday 18th September 2004

"As governments fight the enemies of democracy, they must uphold the principles of democracy," says President George W Bush to Vladimir Putin, conveniently ignoring Guantanamo Bay. election spending, dirty-trick campaigning, hanging-chad judgements, spurious links between Saddam Hussein and al Qa'eda - and, to his ultimate peril, surely - the intelligence of his electorate.

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*Friday 17th September 2004

Luckily for her eardrums, my next door neighbour's grandchild seems finally to have grown old enough to not spend school nights at her Nan's, thus pardoning her (and, more to the point, me) the aural bombardment of grandmaternal admonition geared to a decibel level designed to supervene the volume of the constant television - itself, no doubt, turned up high enough to drown out the constant banging and thumping that signals that a purportedly healthy cooked breakfast is all too imminent. ("Wodjer want - scrambled eggs or Frosties?!?!?!")

(Supposition, all of the above - but the imagination runs wild when your're trying to get to sleep in a thin-walled bedroom only inches away from next door's kitchen.)

Just as that annoyance died away, however, my newly-arrived upstairs neighbours (yuppies, you can smell 'em) began installing their wooden flooring. Parquet, presumably, given the weeks if not months of hammering above my head that ensued.

That hurdle cleared, they decided to invest in a baby. Or perhaps they always had it and I simply couldn't hear it before? Either way, a small child and a wooden floor seems a particularly thoughtless combination.

The distant screaming and wailing I can just about stand. The muffled thump of the plastic xylophone is relatively bearable (though I can't promise to cope when the child finally learns to play Fur Elise).

The bad thing - the teeth-clenchingly, rage-spurringly, where-is-my-hammer I-need-to-bang-on-the-ceilingly bad bad bad thing - is that the child feature comes complete with an assortment of hard plastic toys. Toys which, when dropped, or thrown, rapidly bounce - with a rattle - or slowly roll - with a rumble. On the wooden floor. Just above my head. At seven o'clock in the sodding morning.

None of this appears to show up on Noise Mapping England. Yet.

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*Thursday 16th September 2004

I don't have time to scathe this episode with the vitriol it deserves, nor the energy to trace the background of greed and hypocrisy that stands behind it, so please feel free to do so yourself: Former TBN Employee Alleges Gay Tryst With Paul Crouch

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*Wednesday 15th September 2004

For better or worse, recent searches that have drawn people to Blogadoon recently appear to include:
How do you pronounce "sartre"
Attends adult nappy london
yawn
sexy naked gay people
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Ageing and clothes
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hackney lesbians
"max clifford" hippopotamus

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*Tuesday 14th September 2004

We always knew the unofficial embargo couldn't last for ever; we just didn't expect it to be broken by Melvyn Bragg, of all people.

As to Peter Mandelson, and his egregious quote about "I'm probably as close to the Prime Minister and his family as anyone in political life in this country and it's certainly news to me" - oh please: if I heard about it, I think he might, don't you?

(You won't catch me spilling the beans but, if you were one of the hundreds of people who heard the story when it first broke, you might want to check out this story, the closest thing to a hint I've seen so far.)

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*Monday 13th September 2004

I know what it means; I know what it ought to mean

Mumchance: - A momentary loss of concentration during sexual intercourse (orig: the time it takes an Essex girl to calculate her maternity benefits)

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