Have you ever had a sex dream about someone you know? Maybe your boss or a particularly unattractive work mate, maybe your best friend or the unthinkable - your brother?
No? No, me neither!
Obviously sex dreams are never about Brad Pitt or Doctor who or Abi Titmus or whoever. They're always about someone completely unexpected, perhaps even downright inappropriate and leave you feeling a little on the dirty side once you wake up...and then horror of horrors you see the same object of your subconsious desire later that morning either at work or by chance on the train or some such place where you have no choice but to speak with them, despite feeling awkward and embarassed unable to regard him in quite the same way having recently witnessed him diving off your wardrobe twirling his underpants above his head shouting "Geronimo"...or whatever...
Well I'm sort of experiencing a similar experience this morning towards our cat Dexter. Dexter is about to turn 2 and he's starting to get a bit friendlier than he used to be, although he's still mostly independent and doesn't want to sit on any knees, he is starting to sleep near us. And he's become more playful. So in an unusual display of friendliness I was play fighting with Dexter when he decided he liked me enough to lean against me and have a bath - specifically bathing his bum, Yeah my cat decided he was going to lick his arse right in my face. Which in hindsight I realise was wierd enough (although not as uncomfortable as the time Tilly Moggins climbed on my shoulder, draped her tail across my head and farted in my face) but then after a while - his attention to detail in the area of bottom hygiene is really quite remarkable - I notice what looked like a lump or a spot poking through his fur. My immediate reaction was alarm, but as I was trying to get a better look at it I was horrified to realise something that I hadn't realised before that point...
My cat has got a willy!
"Well of course he has" I hear you say and indeed that is exactly the sentence my boyfriend used when I recounted the story a little while later in the manner of someone confessing to doing something I shouldn't... although sort of unsure whether I've been the victim of some kind of sexual harassment or if I've become some kind of wierd peeping tom type sex offender. (Especially worrying given how long I spent trying to look at it when I innocently believed it was a potential medical emergency)
But it shocked me.
Although what should shock me is the fact that it shocked me at all.
I'm not sure why it surprised me so much although I should perhaps mention that I've always somehow regarded all cats as being female...feline/female, the words are so similar. Cats are often regarded as being similar to women,while dogs are referred to as man's best friend.
Anyway - I've been feeling strangely awkward around my cat Dexter today. Although that might be because he keeps winking at me...If he lights up a cigarette I'm locking my bedroom door at night!!
Tuesday, 25 January 2011
Monday, 24 January 2011
A game of 2 sexes
It was so refreshing to see a female official during Liverpool's visit to Wolves on Saturday afternoon. If nothing else it proves that women certainly can and do understand the off-side rule.
I think it's fantastic that women are being acknowledged, not only as being genuine supporters of the game but taken seriously and given the same chances to make a career out of the sport.
So I was pretty gutted when I heard the news today about the dinosaurs at Sky - Andy Gray and Richard Keys...and I was planning a good old rant but my good pal has beaten me to it in a far more eloquent manner than I could hope to match: http://gaviota-outbox.blogspot.com/2011/01/sexist-sky-nosaurs.html
So instead I'd like to make a special mention of Kenny Daglish and his daughter Kelly for their amusing responses to the story.
Kenny Dalglish sat down for a press conference and as a female reporter took her position at the front Kenny turned to the Sky reporters next to her and said "Are you boys alright with her being here?" which was met by the correct proportions of shame on the part of the Sky reporters and laughter by everyone else.
Following that Kelly tweeted a sarcastic comment on her twitter account claiming she was exhausted from learning about the off-side rule and needed to buy some shoes to recover!
If Andy Gray and Richard Keys imagine for even a second that the daughters of some of the most successful sportsmen in the country don't understand the rules of the game then they really should be ashamed of themselves.
It is really quite remarkable that Gray & Keys can be so narrowminded and shortsighted when amongst their own peers there are successful, popular and knowledgeable female reporters who have grown up living and breathing football in much the same way as I would imagine any female referee/lineswoman would.
Wind up the clock boys, it's 2011. You pair of old fashioned sexist fools.
I think it's fantastic that women are being acknowledged, not only as being genuine supporters of the game but taken seriously and given the same chances to make a career out of the sport.
So I was pretty gutted when I heard the news today about the dinosaurs at Sky - Andy Gray and Richard Keys...and I was planning a good old rant but my good pal has beaten me to it in a far more eloquent manner than I could hope to match: http://gaviota-outbox.blogspot.com/2011/01/sexist-sky-nosaurs.html
So instead I'd like to make a special mention of Kenny Daglish and his daughter Kelly for their amusing responses to the story.
Kenny Dalglish sat down for a press conference and as a female reporter took her position at the front Kenny turned to the Sky reporters next to her and said "Are you boys alright with her being here?" which was met by the correct proportions of shame on the part of the Sky reporters and laughter by everyone else.
Following that Kelly tweeted a sarcastic comment on her twitter account claiming she was exhausted from learning about the off-side rule and needed to buy some shoes to recover!
If Andy Gray and Richard Keys imagine for even a second that the daughters of some of the most successful sportsmen in the country don't understand the rules of the game then they really should be ashamed of themselves.
It is really quite remarkable that Gray & Keys can be so narrowminded and shortsighted when amongst their own peers there are successful, popular and knowledgeable female reporters who have grown up living and breathing football in much the same way as I would imagine any female referee/lineswoman would.
Wind up the clock boys, it's 2011. You pair of old fashioned sexist fools.
Friday, 21 January 2011
Believe it or not...
As a rule I've always avoided the topic of religion. I've always had the vague attittude that people should be allowed to believe what they choose to believe and we shouldn't judge them for it. But I've always felt slightly uncomfortable with religious conversations because I've never been quite sure what I believe myself and somehow always felt a little bit like I was on the opposing side of a one person argument.
I suppose I've been agnostic for years - I couldn't really see how God existed, I had that kind of discomfort whenever anyone referred to their belief in God but somehow I was a little bit too scared to admit it.
So who or what was I afraid of? God? Was I afraid to admit I don't believe in God because the God I don't believe in might smite me? That's nonsense right? Or does that mean secretly I do believe in God and I don't want to admit that either because my nearest and dearest are out and proud atheists?
Now there's a question.
Picture the scene...Liverpool are in the Champions League final, they're losing 3 -0 and it's half time and I close my eyes and whisper "Please please please let us win".
[This might be a bad example.because unless you've been in stasis for the last 6 years you'll know that Liverpool did indeed go on to win the cup and I don't believe for a second that I (along with countless other Liverpool fans) offered up a little prayer and God heard it!]
Does my little moment of pleading constitute some kind of belief of a so called higher power?
Who am I directing my plea to? Or am I just thinking aloud?
Maybe people get some comfort in believing there is a supreme being controlling everything. Maybe the world is just one big never ending game of Risk being played by a bunch of guys called Jesus, Abraham and Mohammed.
I think it's entirely feasible that these people existed, I think the stories could be urban legends passed from generation to generation getting slightly exaggerated each time until they became miracles - parting the sea, walking on water...
"yeah so I was in the bar with Jesus, and it was the end of night we were the last ones to get our supper and someone hands Jesus a bottle of water and Jesus gives him our bottle of wine. He's always sharing our stuff - Judas was fuming. Remember the time he dropped the picnic hamper and all the ants stole our bread and fish - they were everywhere, thousands of 'em!"
There's a small part of me that wishes I had something I believed in because I think there are situations when a person's faith seems to bring them great comfort. But I just find it so unrealistic to believe in something that cannot be proven, where there is no evidence. And I guess that is where I finally accept and understand what it is that I believe in.
Science.
Since Science adapts its belief according to the evidence and as there is no evidence of God we can only really believe 1 of 2 things - a) God doesn't exist or b) God has gone into hiding coz he's sick of listening to stupid prayers about football results.
Either way, we're on our own.
Except for the aliens.
I suppose I've been agnostic for years - I couldn't really see how God existed, I had that kind of discomfort whenever anyone referred to their belief in God but somehow I was a little bit too scared to admit it.
So who or what was I afraid of? God? Was I afraid to admit I don't believe in God because the God I don't believe in might smite me? That's nonsense right? Or does that mean secretly I do believe in God and I don't want to admit that either because my nearest and dearest are out and proud atheists?
Now there's a question.
Picture the scene...Liverpool are in the Champions League final, they're losing 3 -0 and it's half time and I close my eyes and whisper "Please please please let us win".
[This might be a bad example.because unless you've been in stasis for the last 6 years you'll know that Liverpool did indeed go on to win the cup and I don't believe for a second that I (along with countless other Liverpool fans) offered up a little prayer and God heard it!]
Does my little moment of pleading constitute some kind of belief of a so called higher power?
Who am I directing my plea to? Or am I just thinking aloud?
Maybe people get some comfort in believing there is a supreme being controlling everything. Maybe the world is just one big never ending game of Risk being played by a bunch of guys called Jesus, Abraham and Mohammed.
I think it's entirely feasible that these people existed, I think the stories could be urban legends passed from generation to generation getting slightly exaggerated each time until they became miracles - parting the sea, walking on water...
"yeah so I was in the bar with Jesus, and it was the end of night we were the last ones to get our supper and someone hands Jesus a bottle of water and Jesus gives him our bottle of wine. He's always sharing our stuff - Judas was fuming. Remember the time he dropped the picnic hamper and all the ants stole our bread and fish - they were everywhere, thousands of 'em!"
There's a small part of me that wishes I had something I believed in because I think there are situations when a person's faith seems to bring them great comfort. But I just find it so unrealistic to believe in something that cannot be proven, where there is no evidence. And I guess that is where I finally accept and understand what it is that I believe in.
Science.
Since Science adapts its belief according to the evidence and as there is no evidence of God we can only really believe 1 of 2 things - a) God doesn't exist or b) God has gone into hiding coz he's sick of listening to stupid prayers about football results.
Either way, we're on our own.
Except for the aliens.
Golden Goads
I must say I thought Ricky Gervais' opening speech at the Golden Globes was hilarious.
And judging by the amount of celebrities in the audience laughing equally as hard as I was the offence caused must be speculative by the media who have to turn everything into a scandal.
Even the shocked faces were covering the desire to laugh, glancing around to see if it was ok to have a chuckle...they only needed to look at Alec Baldwin who was wiping tears throughout most of the speech to be given the green light to laugh too.
Even Johnny depp appeared to raise a smile at the roasting of The Tourist.
I don't know what all the fuss is about. The second time Gervais has been asked to present the show - they knew what they were letting themselves in for.
Celebrities are so far removed from reality these days that maybe it's good to let them see themselves as they are portrayed in the media.
What? Are we supposed to believe that Robert Downey Jr is unaware that the media have reported to the world that he was in rehab? These people spend their lives courting the media, wanting to be globally recognised to the point where there's no such thing as bad publicity...
...except when it's in front of an audience of their peers.
Nice one Ricky - frankly I like you all the more now that you're not "a little fat man who's quite likeable"!
And judging by the amount of celebrities in the audience laughing equally as hard as I was the offence caused must be speculative by the media who have to turn everything into a scandal.
Even the shocked faces were covering the desire to laugh, glancing around to see if it was ok to have a chuckle...they only needed to look at Alec Baldwin who was wiping tears throughout most of the speech to be given the green light to laugh too.
Even Johnny depp appeared to raise a smile at the roasting of The Tourist.
I don't know what all the fuss is about. The second time Gervais has been asked to present the show - they knew what they were letting themselves in for.
Celebrities are so far removed from reality these days that maybe it's good to let them see themselves as they are portrayed in the media.
What? Are we supposed to believe that Robert Downey Jr is unaware that the media have reported to the world that he was in rehab? These people spend their lives courting the media, wanting to be globally recognised to the point where there's no such thing as bad publicity...
...except when it's in front of an audience of their peers.
Nice one Ricky - frankly I like you all the more now that you're not "a little fat man who's quite likeable"!
Wednesday, 19 January 2011
The Cubital Tunnel takes its Toll
I've been suffering with a lot of pain in my right hand these last few weeks. I always blame any pain to my hand on an old injury when I was playing footy in the park in London. I got pushed over and used my arm to break my fall. It flares up regularly but more so in winter.
So I finally went to my GP today to raise the issue. The pain of late has become so bad that it MAKES ME CRY like the girl I am. It's also causing me sleepless nights and my work is suffering. Spending most of my time on a computer, using a mouse and trying to create designs and animations takes its toll on a sore aching hand.
The doctor explained to me that the Ulnar nerve that runs down the back of the arm, across the elbow joint and down into the hand can be easily injured...just leaning on an arm rest, bending it consistently past 45 degrees. The only thing he could prescribe to me was to keep my arm and wrist off the desk when i'm typing or clicking.
Have you ever tried to draw on a computer without the hand steadying support of a desk?
Well I have. And it sucks!
On the plus side, if left untreated my hand will eventually deform and turn into a claw! Yay! I can go to TV fancy dress parties as Big Bird!
Obviously I did some googling. read other people's stories of Cubital Tunnel Syndrome and from tomorrow will be the proud owner of an elbow support that will stop me bending my arm past 45 degrees.
Then maybe I'll get some sleep!
I hope the guy that pushed me over ten years ago stubs his toe. Every day!
So I finally went to my GP today to raise the issue. The pain of late has become so bad that it MAKES ME CRY like the girl I am. It's also causing me sleepless nights and my work is suffering. Spending most of my time on a computer, using a mouse and trying to create designs and animations takes its toll on a sore aching hand.
The doctor explained to me that the Ulnar nerve that runs down the back of the arm, across the elbow joint and down into the hand can be easily injured...just leaning on an arm rest, bending it consistently past 45 degrees. The only thing he could prescribe to me was to keep my arm and wrist off the desk when i'm typing or clicking.
Have you ever tried to draw on a computer without the hand steadying support of a desk?
Well I have. And it sucks!
On the plus side, if left untreated my hand will eventually deform and turn into a claw! Yay! I can go to TV fancy dress parties as Big Bird!
Obviously I did some googling. read other people's stories of Cubital Tunnel Syndrome and from tomorrow will be the proud owner of an elbow support that will stop me bending my arm past 45 degrees.
Then maybe I'll get some sleep!
I hope the guy that pushed me over ten years ago stubs his toe. Every day!
Enforced Jollity - a condition of employment?
Firstly, may I apologise for the length of time I have been away from the sofa. I moved house and now I share my sofa with a boy and 2 cats. I'm pretty sure you can guess which 2 dominate the sofa in our household.
But I have plenty to share and will indulge in a little ranting over the next few weeks.
My current full time employment is in the voluntary sector. You know that sector of work that does all kinds of good stuff in the community and doesn't make any kind of profit? That sector that has been around for hundreds of years and isn't the brain child of our new government.
All these funding cuts and giving the power to the community instead of central government sounds great in theory, but actually, cuts to local government funding means cuts to the funding the third sector receive from their local council resulting in masses of redundancies and a loss of valuable and much needed community projects in the area.
I'm not being funny right...but how much did our government actually spend on those fireworks for New Years Eve? And really? Were they necessary?
It's alright love, I may be unemployed now but at least we saw some lovely sparklers on the TV.
So faced with inpending unemployment a few of us decided that as the shape of our organisation will be completely different from April, we should have a party. Because there's only so many leaving drinks we can all go to!
Now I like organising stuff, so I volunteered to be one of the party planners. This is my vision for the party:
We hire a venue - that's a must, there'll be about 100 of us and just piling into the pub is a bit unrealistic.
The venue will have a DJ and a bar - they're both very important - well the bar is anyway!
We all bring a plate of food to share and create a makeshift buffet - coz we've got no funding for this...
we all turn up on the night, get drunk, chat to our work mates who we may never see again, and maybe cut a few shapes on the dancefloor.
Being of sound mind and having a generally good feel for the other employees of the organisaton after 4 years there I feel fairly certain that my idea for the party - simple though it may be - will be pretty much what everyone else is hoping for.
But I'm up against ideas that aim to bring joy and fun and entertainment and ice breaking and fucking enforced jollity to the occasion. If anyone tells me that at my leaving do I have to get up and perform some kind of routine rehearsed with my team then frankly, thanks but no thanks...I'll probably swerve it and go the pub with all the other normal work colleagues who spend enough of their days doing bloody ice breakers, networking and talking to people they don't know. If I don't know someone in my company on the day I am leaving - I'm not going to spend my farewell party talking to them when I could be spending it with the work mates I actually give a shit about.
I mean ok maybe it would be sort of funny to see the various reactions of people when they turn up to have a few scoops and find themselved ushered into a group of strangers to play spin the bottle, but really - We're not organising a show, we're not putting on an event. We just want to go and get pissed with some people we've grown to care about and may never see again. Now what is so hard to plan about that??
But I have plenty to share and will indulge in a little ranting over the next few weeks.
My current full time employment is in the voluntary sector. You know that sector of work that does all kinds of good stuff in the community and doesn't make any kind of profit? That sector that has been around for hundreds of years and isn't the brain child of our new government.
All these funding cuts and giving the power to the community instead of central government sounds great in theory, but actually, cuts to local government funding means cuts to the funding the third sector receive from their local council resulting in masses of redundancies and a loss of valuable and much needed community projects in the area.
I'm not being funny right...but how much did our government actually spend on those fireworks for New Years Eve? And really? Were they necessary?
It's alright love, I may be unemployed now but at least we saw some lovely sparklers on the TV.
So faced with inpending unemployment a few of us decided that as the shape of our organisation will be completely different from April, we should have a party. Because there's only so many leaving drinks we can all go to!
Now I like organising stuff, so I volunteered to be one of the party planners. This is my vision for the party:
We hire a venue - that's a must, there'll be about 100 of us and just piling into the pub is a bit unrealistic.
The venue will have a DJ and a bar - they're both very important - well the bar is anyway!
We all bring a plate of food to share and create a makeshift buffet - coz we've got no funding for this...
we all turn up on the night, get drunk, chat to our work mates who we may never see again, and maybe cut a few shapes on the dancefloor.
Being of sound mind and having a generally good feel for the other employees of the organisaton after 4 years there I feel fairly certain that my idea for the party - simple though it may be - will be pretty much what everyone else is hoping for.
But I'm up against ideas that aim to bring joy and fun and entertainment and ice breaking and fucking enforced jollity to the occasion. If anyone tells me that at my leaving do I have to get up and perform some kind of routine rehearsed with my team then frankly, thanks but no thanks...I'll probably swerve it and go the pub with all the other normal work colleagues who spend enough of their days doing bloody ice breakers, networking and talking to people they don't know. If I don't know someone in my company on the day I am leaving - I'm not going to spend my farewell party talking to them when I could be spending it with the work mates I actually give a shit about.
I mean ok maybe it would be sort of funny to see the various reactions of people when they turn up to have a few scoops and find themselved ushered into a group of strangers to play spin the bottle, but really - We're not organising a show, we're not putting on an event. We just want to go and get pissed with some people we've grown to care about and may never see again. Now what is so hard to plan about that??
Thursday, 22 July 2010
Floating around in a bubble
It's a good job bubbles float otherwise I may have been in danger of drowning this week.
I don't read the newspapers, partly because the general concensus amongst my peers is so varied that I'm almost scared to choose one for fear of being sneered at, but mainly because most of the news in the world just doesn't interest me. Rightly or wrongly I have no interest at all in politics, because there's nothing I can do about how the country is run, for all our moaning about the state of the country what do I know about running a country? Nothing. And I'm not egotistical enough to want to have all that power. And I'm way too lazy to want that kind of responsibility - let's see - Prime Minister - Pros, get to make decisions about what everyone has to do in the country, get to walk around importantly and be all "Look at me I'm the man" Cons - no time on the daily agenda for watching TV.
And let's be honest, TV is way higher on my list of priorities than most things!
But not the News! Because let's face it, how much of the news is genuine? If I start watching the news or reading papers then I'll start getting all hung up on what to believe, they say "You can't believe what you read in the paper" So why bother reading it at all??
The only paper I ever bother reading is the Crosby Herald, my local paper, full of stories about what's going on down my street, in my village, what new cafe just opened and when the next line dancing class starts. It's real genuine news stories about real people in my area. Sometimes there's a bit of scandal and sometimes there's a feel good story about some celebrity coming to open a childrens centre. But no one has to make up any stories in order to keep their job. No one has to create scandals.
If I want to learn anything further afield I watch programmes like Mock the Week or Charlies Brookers Newswipe, so I can learn what's going on in the world without all the bullshit!
I generally only know what's going on because other people read papers and talk about it. I didn't give a crap about John terry having an affair with Wayne Bridge's bird, of the scandal, they were meant to be friends... thousands, in fact probably millions of couples break up all over the world because one of them has had an affiar...sometimes even with a best mate...does it get splashed across the news of the world? No it doesn't. Who really cares about people having affairs? John Terry should be front page news for his footballing successes or failures - what he does in his personal life should be kept private, and he certainly shouldn't be penalised professionally for it. Now I'm not a JT fan at all, I hate Chelsea but same goes for anyone else - I don't care who Jordan married, my mate got married last year but to my knowledge that didn't make the news either.
The reports on the John Terry affiar were all about what people were saying and very little about the affair itself. Coz when people aren't prepared to talk about something the press just turn that into the news story instead...I mean for Gods sake - is this really what the general public are interested in?
I heard a story recently that there was going to be some big Steven Gerrard scandal emerging, then it was reported he'd got his wife's sister pregnant, and then we heard actually his wife doesn't even have a sister and it was all a hoax...SERIOUSLY have you vultures got nothing better to do than subject the worlds population to pointless irrelevant stories??
But the fact is, all this pointless news has ruined my ability to learn any genuine newsworthy facts. For example I was probably the only person in the country who didn't know who Raoul Moat was. My boss looks at me in dispair on a daily basis when I say "Who?" or "Oh why what's happened?"
So yeah, as a result of wandering around in my own little news free bubble I had no idea that the street next to mine was flooded on Tuesday, and off I went driving to Tescos only to get stuck in a police controlled tail back of traffic.
But it doesn't inspire me to start paying attention to the news...as far as I can see the only news pages that tell any truth are the TV guides.
I don't read the newspapers, partly because the general concensus amongst my peers is so varied that I'm almost scared to choose one for fear of being sneered at, but mainly because most of the news in the world just doesn't interest me. Rightly or wrongly I have no interest at all in politics, because there's nothing I can do about how the country is run, for all our moaning about the state of the country what do I know about running a country? Nothing. And I'm not egotistical enough to want to have all that power. And I'm way too lazy to want that kind of responsibility - let's see - Prime Minister - Pros, get to make decisions about what everyone has to do in the country, get to walk around importantly and be all "Look at me I'm the man" Cons - no time on the daily agenda for watching TV.
And let's be honest, TV is way higher on my list of priorities than most things!
But not the News! Because let's face it, how much of the news is genuine? If I start watching the news or reading papers then I'll start getting all hung up on what to believe, they say "You can't believe what you read in the paper" So why bother reading it at all??
The only paper I ever bother reading is the Crosby Herald, my local paper, full of stories about what's going on down my street, in my village, what new cafe just opened and when the next line dancing class starts. It's real genuine news stories about real people in my area. Sometimes there's a bit of scandal and sometimes there's a feel good story about some celebrity coming to open a childrens centre. But no one has to make up any stories in order to keep their job. No one has to create scandals.
If I want to learn anything further afield I watch programmes like Mock the Week or Charlies Brookers Newswipe, so I can learn what's going on in the world without all the bullshit!
I generally only know what's going on because other people read papers and talk about it. I didn't give a crap about John terry having an affair with Wayne Bridge's bird, of the scandal, they were meant to be friends... thousands, in fact probably millions of couples break up all over the world because one of them has had an affiar...sometimes even with a best mate...does it get splashed across the news of the world? No it doesn't. Who really cares about people having affairs? John Terry should be front page news for his footballing successes or failures - what he does in his personal life should be kept private, and he certainly shouldn't be penalised professionally for it. Now I'm not a JT fan at all, I hate Chelsea but same goes for anyone else - I don't care who Jordan married, my mate got married last year but to my knowledge that didn't make the news either.
The reports on the John Terry affiar were all about what people were saying and very little about the affair itself. Coz when people aren't prepared to talk about something the press just turn that into the news story instead...I mean for Gods sake - is this really what the general public are interested in?
I heard a story recently that there was going to be some big Steven Gerrard scandal emerging, then it was reported he'd got his wife's sister pregnant, and then we heard actually his wife doesn't even have a sister and it was all a hoax...SERIOUSLY have you vultures got nothing better to do than subject the worlds population to pointless irrelevant stories??
But the fact is, all this pointless news has ruined my ability to learn any genuine newsworthy facts. For example I was probably the only person in the country who didn't know who Raoul Moat was. My boss looks at me in dispair on a daily basis when I say "Who?" or "Oh why what's happened?"
So yeah, as a result of wandering around in my own little news free bubble I had no idea that the street next to mine was flooded on Tuesday, and off I went driving to Tescos only to get stuck in a police controlled tail back of traffic.
But it doesn't inspire me to start paying attention to the news...as far as I can see the only news pages that tell any truth are the TV guides.
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