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For those of you who don't read Guido's blog (www.order-order.com) I have to repeat this, which was sent to him

"I was one of the lucky BA passengers who got to fly home with the Olympians - an incredible honour. We were thrown off first and after we walked down the steps and past the paparazzi I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the Prime Minister standing in the doorway shaking hands with my fellow normal pasengers. I walked up to him and shook his hand and asked where we went to collect the bags. He was dumbfounded and the wifey minister* standing beside him with the t-shirt said rudely to me "that is the Prime Minister, ask someone inside". It wasn't as though I asked him to carry my bags. She is one ugly cow."

*Tessa Jowell

Bliss. thanks, Guido

If we stop and think about the wonders of the technology that enables us all to gather here on My T we will not fail to note that not very long ago this luxury, so freely available now, was in its infancy.

It is safe to say that for the majority of bloggers here on My T the computer became a household name in adulthood. Unlike the current generation we were not born amidst hard drives and suchlike. We had to acquire the knowhow of this phenomenon, as life suddenly seemed to depend on it, well into adulthood and do quite a bit of catching up.  Some people went on extensive courses while others taught themselves, learning by trail and error.

I remember my initial encounter with the world of computers; of course at work. Having done some mindless ‘VDU' work I was keen to learn more. This was noted by a lady at work who had, taken the initiative and taught herself quite a bit. Anne introduced herself to me as a Russian Jew, spoke of her difficult early life and said she would understand how I may at moments feel like an outsider. I had no real idea what she meant at the time. Anne was of the age I am now, give or take a few years. IBM was the rage in those days, no one had a clue of Bill Gates.  I rather aspired to be like the very few people who knew how to operate the system DOS, I think it was.  Work was a multinational corporation with state of the art equipment so I would proudly tell friends and family that our screen display was in green on black and not the boring white on black.  Anne offered to help. She ran one to one courses after work. It was winter and she was just by Old Street tube station. I have a rather hazy memory of a broom cupboard of an office in a rather dingy looking office complex. Anne charged rather a lot of money for her lessons, but then her knowledge was so new, so cutting edge! She would provide photocopied notes on whatever was taught. Once a week, we would leave together for Old Street after work, have the lesson and then I would leave for home across the entire city of London on the tube in what seemed the middle of the night. I remember I preferred to be the only person at Old Street station at that time of evening; it was very unnerving to have the odd another person lurking around. This was in the early eighties. I have no idea what Old Street station looks like in the evening now. Regardless, I would not have the nerve to make the journey I did then. I used to be petrified but my enthusiasm to learn surmounted. The course only lasted a few weeks. It would be churlish to admit but I do not remember what Anne really taught me, but I know she gave me the confidence I needed to move ahead.

Some of you here are such experts at IT. Despite trying I still lag behind. Would you like to share your story of how you were introduced to and embraced the world of computers? How and where did you take the steps to incorporate this technology into your daily life? Pray tell.

The Government is going ahead with plans to enable parents of children of sixteen or younger to ask their employers for flexible working hours, as from next April. It is not a ‘right', but employers will have to give good business reasons for denying an application. The belief behind this move is that ‘flexible working makes employees happier and more productive'. If that were true, why have employers not themselves introduced flexible working hours as a means to improving productivity? Perhaps it is because the belief is cobblers.

As someone who has employed staff, unlike the politicians responsible for this tosh, I have discovered many employees who were perfectly happy being unproductive. It was only when they were asked to be productive that they became unhappy. Furthermore, one has to ask which employees will be happier with this move. The number is unlikely to include those who do not have children of the qualifying age, but whose workload increases because a colleague does not work on Fridays perhaps.

When will politicians, who support economic globalisation, recognise the implications of that support. Capital is now footloose and firms can move to anywhere that offers better conditions for their enterprise. By loading firms with this sort of legislation as if they were branches of Social Services the Government is discouraging direct investment in Britain at a time when they should be working to attract it.

They say football is the new religion...


Blind faith: West Brom fans sing at The Hawthorns despite loss

Soccer is not normally associated with acoustic excellence, but the West Brom support seemingly turned The Hawthorns into a cathedral with their soaring songs on Saturday.

Seduced by the intoxicating excitement of a return to top-flight football, the sound of booming terrace anthems reverberated throughout the stadium all game. And yet, judging by the worrying way West Brom's defence capitulated in the second half, and Tuesday night's Carling Cup calamity at the hands of Hartlepool, their supporters will need blind faith this year.

Baggies fans, do you feel like your team are living on a prayer this season, or will West Brom prove the doubters wrong and survive to sing about another season?

I heard today how the Duke of Sutherland is kindly offering some of his paintings to the Nation at half price - fifty   million   pounds each.

No painting is worth that. To a great extent they are, and always have been, mere status symbols. A form of snobbery.

Art Galleries should have images of all these great paintings. These days, the standard of photography is more than capable of providing information on the brush strokes of the genius who created the artwork, so modern artists can learn how it was done.

These images could be produced at any time, anywhere, providing the necessary information for which the galleries are required. The enormous costs of security and insurance would be instantly removed permitting the museums and galleries to expand without an unseemly one-upmanship scramble to beat each other for one item, denuding themselves of funds for others.

I know there are reasons for having the originals at times - I enjoy having originals by my grandmother and great-grandfather, both 19^th century professional artists. But my satisfaction is from the fact that they are by my forebears hands as well, not from just enjoying the subjects of the paintings.

As I say, most artwork is held as merely status symbols. A bank clerk couldn't afford to have one of these, they wouldn't even have the wall space for many of them! You would struggle to put a 20 x 16 foot painting on the outside wall of many of today's houses, let alone the cost of insurance. The painting is on the same lines as a Lamborghini - the clerk would not be able to put the damn thing on the road.

They are often owned in a dog-in-the-manger mode. I've got this, you have to come to my museum, or be a friend of mine, or you don't see it.

Art should be for those who appreciate it and understand the value of it, not solely for those who appreciate the cost of it!

"Dear Herr Hitler, Love is the greatest thing in the world: so will you accept from me these (poems) that you may allow the young people of your nation to have them?" These gushing words from an ardent fan (she was lucky Unity Mitford did not scratch her eyes out) were written in August 1939, just a month before this country went to war with Nazi Germany, by Marie Stopes, the "woman of distinction" who will ornament our 50p stamps from October.


Is Marie Stopes really an appropriate icon for Britain's stamps?

Sending the Fuhrer a book of her sentimental poems was an appropriate gesture. This keen advocate of eugenics and subverter of family life had a long career of activity in the politics of human reproduction. In 1919 she urged the National Birth Rate Commission to support mandatory sterilisation of parents who were diseased, prone to drunkenness or of bad character. In 1920, in her book Radiant Motherhood, she demanded "the sterilisation of those totally unfit for parenthood be made an immediate possibility, indeed made compulsory". Her 1921 slogan was: "Joyful and Deliberate Motherhood, A Safe Light in our Racial Darkness."

As a letter writer to yesterday's paper pointed out, her organisation was called the Society for Constructive Birth Control and Racial Progress and her clinics were situated in poor areas, to reduce the birth rate of the local residents. Not that Stopes wanted the working class to stop having children altogether. On the contrary, she was also a supporter of child labour: "Not many years ago the labourer's child could be set to work early and could very shortly earn his keep... The trend of legislation has continuously extended the age of irresponsible youth in the lower and lower middle classes"...

In 1926 Stopes stipulated that the boy she would adopt as a companion for her son would be "completely healthy, intelligent and uncircumcised". In 1935 she was present at the International Congress for Population Science in Berlin, held under the auspices of the Third Reich. On her death she bequeathed her clinic and much of her fortune to the Eugenics Society. Today, Marie Stopes International has nearly 500 centres in 38 countries, performing more than half a million sterilisations a year, and is a major abortion provider.

Considering the hysteria nowadays attaching to issues of race, at first sight it seems extraordinary that Stopes should have earned commemoration on a stamp. To the PC establishment, however, even racist peccadilloes can be ignored to honour a pioneer who helped promote the anti-life culture and relieve women of the intolerable trauma of giving birth to a child with a cleft palate. Eugenic abortion accounts for an increasing proportion of the 7 million "terminations" in Britain since 1967. Poor old Josef Mengele was not eligible for a stamp, being a dead, white male. Perhaps in 2009...

So Bill has uttered the necessary words at last: "Barack Obama is ready to be president". The only trouble is that he has been saying - almost explicitly - the exact opposite as recently as a few days ago. He had a memorable riff earlier this week comparing a hypothetical candidate with whom a voter agreed "on all the issues" but who seemed unlikely to be able to achieve his objectives, with another candidate who, while one might only agree with "half" of his opinions, appeared able to deliver on his promises. Given that choice, he implied, who were you likely to opt for? Now, who do you suppose he had in mind there?


Bill Clinton: In the limelight at the Democratic convention

But never mind - he has said it. Very slowly and deliberately so nobody would miss it - thereby underlining the fact that there has been a question in everybody's minds about Obama's readiness to, as Bill put it, fulfil the oath of office. By offering the statement as a form of incantation, he also underlined the notion that he - Bill Clinton - is competent to make such a judgment by virtue of his experience in office, and that he has the king-making power to bestow a magical transformation, turning a not-ready candidate into one who is ready for the presidency. He and Hillary have pulled it off: on the podium, which is the recorded history, they have done and said nothing that was not proper and helpful to Obama. But in fact they have made it absolutely clear that they are the ones who hold this convention - and this Democratic party - in their hands while seeing to it that, if and when Obama loses, no one can say it was their fault.

rey is the best.He is the coolest.

Last month I got my Uncle's DNA Results back, and decided I wanted to do more than just send THAT to him. ;-D

In the last 2 months, as a member of the pay side at Ancestry, I took advantage of this access to make several startling discoveries regarding not just the Wells/Hesson side of my lineage, but the Daugherty/Fraze/Tanner side.

This mainly involved marriages, and deaths.

Anyway I spent the money to make copies of documents, and over 50 photos (Covering 1915 to 2003), most of which my Uncle had never seen.

I made Genealogical Care Packages for him, and his 7 children, my cousins, many of whom I had not seen in over 30 years before a visit to Va. in March.

My Uncle got his DNA Report, the Pictures, and copies of documents.

He also got a 36 page Descendant Report. ;-D

With the confirmation of the DNA Report I was finally able to lay claim to  names, and dates sent me by another researcher 7 years ago, which traced our Wells Line back to PA. in the early 18th century.

I spent the last 2 weeks adding names and dates to my Genealogy program, and made a report.

The Cousins got copies of documents.

I wrote a letter, explaining  what I'd been up to, Genealogically, since my last report to them 6 years ago, and let them know that if they wanted copies of the DNA Report, photos, and Descendant Report, they'd have to take it up with their Dad. ;-D

I also encourged them to share the names of their wives, and husbands, and kids, for a future edition of the Report, and offered to use my access to Ancestry to look up stuff on the ancestors of their spouses.

With over 90 Family Groups, and about 300 names, even with the notes from that old Wells Researcher, I've got my work cut out for me. ;-D

My Uncle will be going thru his records, and photos, looking for anything that might be of interest to me, and sending me copies, in the hopes that I can use the stuff to help  illuminate that confusing, mostly unknown, 50 year period from 1890 to 1940 in the lives of our Ancestors.

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With all the hassle travellers have to suffer these days, and no liquids to be carried, the experience of passengers on a Ryan Air flight can only be described as extreme bad luck.

It appears that someone had snuck into the plane some mushroom soup which then dripped from an overhead locker on to the head of a passenger. Bad enough, you might think (although not as bad as tomato) but the soup triggered an allergic reaction in the passenger, forcing the plane to land early for emergency medical attention.

This seems rather like the mobile phones controversy - supposed to put the plane at risk but no one really believed they did. If there really is a danger from liquids carried on a flight (that they might be explosive, and be detonated by a suicide bomber in the plane) then some official's negligence has put a plane load of passengers at risk. If not....

This seems like a golden opportunity for Health'n'Safety. Was the soup labelled appropriately (may cause allergic reaction above 30,000 ft); how did it leak out?; should 'at soup-risk' passengers be made to wear hats?; should planes fly empty because the whole thing is too damn risky?

We should be told.

An update on Star and Roger. I am numb right now reporting that Star has to say goodbye to the love of her life. The injuries Roger received in the accident friday morning are to severe and they are taking him off life support today. I continue to pray for Star to have the strength to get thru this tragedy.

Star and Roger were like a breath of fresh air. You could feel the love radiating off of them. They celebrated their 6 month wedding anniversary on Sat. and were on the way to her 10 yr. high school reunion when the accident happened.  They had a fairy tale life cut short.

In honor of Roger take a minute today and tell your loved ones how much they mean to you.

"when being together is more important than what you do, you are true friends"

Of course the Chinese hated Britain's 'eight minutes'. They represented reality which, I hope, is what the 2012 London Games will be all about.

That's in stark contrast to the plastic robotics of the Communist version last week, where so little was what it seemed.

The Chinese bloggers are enjoying their chance to speak freely about London's 'disgraceful' show. Unfortunately their freedom doesn't extend to asking why only Han children were allowed to wear the costumes of the different Chinese races; and why 'undesirables' had to stay away from Beijing for 16 days.

London by comparison with Beijing is a place for self-expression, 2008-style. Why should the Mayor button his jacket and his lip? Who says? Who invented the business suit anyway? It wasn't the Chinese, that's for certain. And he can say whatever he feels like saying - except in China.

Like it or not, London oozes pop music and football and red buses (but only in threes - that would have been a neat touch); not artificial sweetness, carefully edited pictures and production-line competitors.

For one, (D.V.) I shall be relieved to witness the Reality Games in 2012 from the comfort of my armchair. So stop talking down the budget, the organisation and the protagonists. It will be a huge success in any terms, just you wait and see.

Today we go WAAAY BACK!

Funny thing is  I actually remember being a kid wearing my florescent green wayfarers and rocking out to this song while it played on the radio.  LOL

Year:  1985

Record:  Unknown

 By the way, are you digging these Classic Video of the Day posts as much as I am?

Now I'm not one to complain, but I got charged 72 freakin' dollars for an oil change today.  YES. You read that correctly. Seventy-Two Dollars.

Is that just cruel or what? 

Someone was the victim of a terrible oil change raping and that someone was ME!

Nowadays, it seems that when you're in a successful rock band, you also become an entertainment star. For Weezer, they purposefully try to hold back when it comes to the media.  

 "I think all of us are forever changing as a person and sometimes in the press you, it's to fun to mess with them and put a persona up that maybe you aren't even that person and I think it's good for an artist to not give too much of themselves and I think Rivers is one of the few rock stars left that are like that."

Nevertheless, Weezer and Rivers Cuomo will give something of themselves when they kick off a tour in Lowell, Massachusetts on September 23rd.  Hits the Forum here in LA on Oct. 4th.

Just a little over 24 hours till the contest closes.  Just want to wish everyone the best of luck and may the perfect couple win.  Come check us out at http://vipnetwork.kiisfm.com/ssb723.

I write, to write.

I will write, to right.

May the hand,

Of The Goddess,

Guide me , So I may never,

Write to wrong.

( Winteroak )