Mr Blair must be so proud today at the news that the 100th British solider has been killed in Iraq.
In his time as Prime Minister he's gone down in the history books and all it took was a phony war with a warmongering ally and the blood of 100 men on his hands.
Good times Mr Prime Minister, good times.
According to a new survey from the BBC, more than half the British population does not accept the theory of evolution and 40% said creationism or intelligent design should be taught in schools.
So, here's my point. Given that most of the British population seem to have utterly failed to evolve in the first place they're not likely to believe in it are they????
Just take a stroll down Slough High Street sometime and you'll see what I mean. The average Slough dweller considers evolution to mean moving up from a Kappa tracksuit to a Burberry baseball cap and I swear all of the kids in the area are born with a flat patch on the right side of the skull - a sign of previous generations having been beaten regularly around the head in public places (like supermarkets).
So evolution's off the menu, it seems the great unwashed would rather believe in a mythical being that created everything in seven days then in something which has a scientific basis. I currently have my fingers crossed that the BBC never repeat the Clangers or we'll be surrounded by loons looking fearfully at the moon and shunning anything that looks like a knitting needle...
Hah, it's been nearly a full month since I last posted anything, which means the whole Christmas and New Year thing is finally out of the way. (un)luckily for the family Crussell, we spent most of the festive season ill with what appears to be some form of stomach bug oand flu combination - bloody marvelous say I - ho-ho-bloody-ho
So, anyways, the New Year is upon us and Mrs Crussell has us both on a Stalinist diet in which foods recommended by the majority are good and everything else (sweets, crisps, biscuits etc) have had their images torn from the walls and all sympathisers to their cause taken out and shot.
In short, no goddamn Western Imperialist Chocolatski for me matey - oh no - vegetables it seems are the new black ... next thing you know I'll be growing my own beetroot in a dietry gulag somewhere dark and cold while dreaming of sickles and hammers. A new revolution will be upon us all and I will rise to be it's popular leader going under the name of Chafe (like Mr Guevara only my pants wont fit properly due to excessive dieting)
So, my good, dear, and mostly equal friends welcome to 2006, the year all vegetables were made equal (though celery will always be a prole food) ...
