Archive for July, 2004

Barclays closes BNP accounts

Fyse July 16th, 2004

BBC NEWS - Business - Barclays closes BNP accounts

“Barclays Bank has closed the accounts held by the far-right British National Party.”

Good for them. I knew there was a reason I was with Barclays. Have you heard about the journalist who infiltrated the BNP (British National Party)? Obviously he’s done a great job in exposing them for what they really are, and he may even have gathered enough evidence for prosecution, but they do say there’s no such thing as bad publicity…

A sensational new sport…

Fyse July 16th, 2004

It was during exam term at university that my flatmates and I found increasingly inventive ways to postpone revision, the highlight of which was without doubt the brand new sport of ‘Hall Rugby’. Though I cannot claim responsibility for its creation, I will attempt now to codify it for the benefit of the world. Low on effort and high on tense and fraught excitement, it’s the perfect way to throw off those exam blues.

YOU WILL NEED…

1 water bottle (empty)

    Now, opinion is divided on the exact specifications required.
Cambridge rules allow for slight variation in the weight and shape of said
bottle, (the IHRA has made certain concessions to allow for limited student
budgets) but international rules specify a 500ml Evian bottle with half a
label. Should this not be available, conversion from a standard full-labeller is possible, though to avoid damage we reccomend taking your bottle to a licensed dealer. Women’s competitions normally use a Malvern Spring bottle, for obvious reasons, and juniors start with a ‘Fruit-Shoot’(blackcurrant).

1 Bin

    Whilst there has been a movement of late to formalise the bins dimensions, a powerful conservative lobby has fought to maintain more traditional methods. As of the time of writing, it is still widely accepted that the correct size of bin should sit neatly over the head of the largest player, the rim being equidistant from neck to arm on both shoulders. Strictly speaking the bin need not be empty, though it is advised to perform a thorough inspection of the contents prior to kick-off to ensure that no unfortunate suprises await the unwary…

1 Hallway with table and dirty crockery from dinner

    The table should be laid for 4 people, ideally with plates,
forks and left over curry, but these are merely for aesthetic purposes and
are normally only bothered with in major competition. The key point is to
have 4 glasses, one by each place. These act as natural obstacles that must
be avoided, and penalties apply for any breakages.

THE GAME

Turns are taken in strict rotation, starting with the player whose first
initial is closest to the beginning of the alphabet, and continuing thusly.
The bottle is balanced top downwards on the floor and contestants take
turns to ‘welly’ the bottle in the vague direction of the bin. Courses
obviously vary, (a feature that keeps so many players coming back for more)
but a normal length is 15 carpet tiles (or around 20 feet in the modern
parlance). The table is positioned such that it is directly between athlete
and target. Each player continues to take his turn until such time as he
succesfully lands within the bin, at which point he drops out. Eventually
only a single player is left, and he is then declared a ‘loser’.
Traditionally this point in proceedings is met with much merriment from
those who are not ‘losers’, and players signal their pleasure with pointing
of fingers. The ‘loser’ then does the washing up, if the course includes
dirty crockery. Otherwise he/she performs another pre-arranged forfeit.

SAFETY PRECAUTIONS

    A recent spate of much publicised accidents has brought to
public attention once again the danger of extreme sports, not least Hall
Rugby. It is important to remember that Hall Rugby is no more dangerous
than rock-climbing or parachuting, and with a modicum of care and due
attention the associated risks may be reduced still further. Eye protection
should be worn at all times, and for training pitches the glasses may be
wrapped in cling film. Most injuries occur to spectators who have wandered
unwittingly onto the course, so warning signs and fences should be errected
whenever possible. It is advised to yell incoherently before striking the
bottle, though fans of the sport who watched the recent world championships
will have seen a new innovation of using an air-raid siren to
signal the warning. This is still in the experimental stages, and is not
recommended for urban courses.

And the dung shall inherit the earth…

Fyse July 15th, 2004

Guardian Unlimited-Today’s issues-Useful excrement

“During a two-year expedition to Mars, a crew of six astronauts can generate over six tons of waste.”

The article mentions a number of other fascinating faeces facts. For example, did you know that the frisbee was (apparently) invented by children hurling pats of buffalo dung at each other? Or that a visitor-fuelled dung generator at the Science Museum, London, will eventually produce over 1,500 kW? (That’s an electricity generator fuelled by visitor’s dung, not a dung generator fed with visitors. Just to clarify.) Or that a little known delicacy is pasta with ‘dung-smoked paneer’ (an Indian cheese). Who’d have thought that a humble piece of crap would have so many uses? The dominion of oil shall end, and dung shall inherit the earth…

Silicon senile…

Fyse July 15th, 2004

Well, in a turn of events that threatens to end, all too abruptly, my total lack of activity, I have a job interview next week. Which is great, really. God knows I need the money, and it certainly wouldn’t do me any harm to get off my arse and do something constructive. It’s not actually that promising, though, since it’s only an interview to go onto a temporary register, which means there isn’t necessarily even a job available. Have to wait and see.

This next bit is such a cliché, (ooh, would you look at that? It’s added an accent all by itself! I ought to explain that I’m writing this in word, cos I’m not dialled up to the internet at the moment. I’m at home which means sharing an internet connection, which is irritating in the extreme. I keep trying to persuade my Dad that we need to get broadband, but he (quite rightly) points out that he doesn’t even want broadband, let alone need it. Where was I with these brackets?)

As I was saying, this next bit is such a cliché, but it’s true. It’s only when technology stops working that you notice quite how reliant you’ve become on it. My mobile phone, at an age of only 15 months, has gone silicon senile. With an almost apologetic beep, it tells me of an answerphone message left three days ago. I attempt to send a message, it takes a full minute to tell me it has no signal. It’s got to the stage where I can stand below a telephone mast, the transmitter in full sight, surrounded by people happily cooking their brains as they talk, and my phone has not a single bar of reception. Is there a form of cataracts for aerials? Am I the only one who personifies technology?

What is more, my brother’s phone (same model, similar age) is also packing up. Coincidence? Now, I’m not one for conspiracy theories, but if I told you that the major Nokia share holder is related to the ex-owner of the Texas Book Depository, the whole sordid affair begins to come into sharp focus, doesn’t it? (He/She’s not really. I made that up. I make a lot of things up. Please don’t sue me.)

Another thing. When I finally get a new phone, I may have to accept that there’s another reason why I’m not receiving any text messages…

And so it begins…

Fyse July 13th, 2004

It’s a bit of a craze at the moment, this blogging lark, or at least it was a while ago. Now it seems to be a bit long lasting to be called a craze, and I figured it was about time I joined in. I have a long established record of wasting time in the most mundane and pointless ways, but at least this way I’ll have something to show for my frittered hours. Only time will tell what I put in this blog, if anything at all, and more to the point whether anyone will actually read it…

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