Carol Thatcher.

Is a heartless bastard. She's just told two grieving Argentine mothers that they should 'get over' the deaths of their sons in the sinking of the Belgrano because it was 25 years ago, and it was war. After a few more questions and answers, of which Thatcher's stock response was 'it was war, get over it', they then had the good nature to ask her how her mother is keeping before responding, "God will punish her". I wonder how Carol will feel when she sees thousands all over the country celebrating her mother's passing? I don't imagine she'd take too kindly to being told to 'get over it' eh?

Replying to the BNP.

I would have thought a simple "f*ck off you racist scumbags" would have sufficed, no?

New favourite quote #6.

"Did you flig mah bairn?"

Some mother to WBJ when he was wee.

Pour Brig.

So, as the last time Mitch and I went to the Texas Embassy for Mexican food, at Brigham's recommend (his blog SteadyMobbin' is on the links page to the right), I neglected to take any pictures, this post is intended to make up for my glaring error. Plus, Brigham's suggestion was good and he updated his links section so I really have no excuse for posting. If you like Mexican food then you could do a lot worse that popping on down to this place- it is by Trafalgar Square about 5 minutes walk from Charing Cross station and located in a big fancy building opposite the Scottish Tourist Information Shop. Once you get inside though you might as well be in Mexico. With a view of Scotland (the Bank of Scotland has fancy old offices opposite too). Or something. I've never been to Mexico so you may want to not take me at my word there. But I have been to Scotland!

First up, Mitch decided on what she is going to order:


Meanwhile, I set about taking pictures of the chips and dip they kindly provide to you, gratis.


I had intended on taking another photo of them when they were finished and blaming Mitch for eating them all, but she rumbled me before I could (she's a smart one). So Mitch ordered Tortilla Soup (GASP!), which looked really good but is made with meat stock (PAH!). Ho hum.


I on the other hand ordered a veggie burrito:


Which was really good, but as Mitch and I had already eaten some nachos upstairs at the bar whilst waiting on a table I couldn't quite finish it. However, Mitch did manage to finish her soup:


At which point I was still eating, but couldn't finish it I was so full. And when I finished eating, the lady came and took my plate away! Which is a shame, because I could probably go some Mexican food right now and I'm sure it tastes just as good leftover as it did freshly made. I love leftovers. On a sandwich especially. Mmmm! Of course because she took my plate away I couldn't get a chance to take another photograph. I also had a food coma from all the food I'd eaten. I like the Texas Embassy.*

* I should inform you that if you are ever in London and haven't seen any American tourists (unlikely I know), and are dying to see some (again probably unlikely, but hey it's a broad readership of this blog)(actually now that I think about it probably not, likey three people maybe) head straight to this place, it seems to be dined at only by Americans, and me. Either way, I'm taking it as some kind of endorsement!

PS The Texas Embassy did not pay me in any way for this post. I wish they would though, then I'd eat like a king.

My new favourite quote #5.

How could I bring myself to be a Conservative? They offer me neither food nor drink- neither intellectual nor spiritual consolation. I should not be amused or excited or edified. That which is common to the atmosphere, the mentality, the view of life of- well, I will not mention names- promotes neither my self-interest nor the public good. It leads nowhere; it satisfies no ideal; it conforms to no intellectual standard; it is not even safe, or calculated to preserve from spoilers that degree of civilisation which we have already attained.

- John Maynard Keynes, 1925. Keynes was speaking about the Conservatives in the inter-war period, but let's face it could very well be speaking about them now. Intellectually, morally and spiritually bankrupt. Compassionate conservatism is an oxymoron and well they know it.

My new abode.

Good day to you all- I figured since I'd sent out the email to all and sundry with my new contact details I should add a complementary post so you can at least put a picture to the words, of sorts. I say of sorts as I haven't taken a picture of the front yet, but that can follow giving you all an excuse to come back! As if you really needed one of course...

So, the lovely view from my new bedroom window which greets me each and every morning I wake:


Closely followed by the view from inside my new room (where the magic happens) (or not):


Then I discovered this in the bathroom:


Which I am not too sure whether I should be scared of or reassured by. But I do like how the 'Electronic Mouse Killer' feels compelled to state that it 'KILLS MICE'. Phew, thank goodness for that eh? I was concerned that I might have had to call Advertising Standards there. At least it should prevent a recurrence of a flat I lived in when I moved back to Glasgow that had mice, resulting in an unpleasant mouse death on the floor from poisoning of the bathroom whilst one reader of this blog was using the facilities. Kind of. A cyber pint for the first correct guess of who it was! (And no cheating and putting your name in under a different name just to win Bob) (oops!)

So from the bathroom I moved downstairs (I live in a maisonette!) to the living room:


Where my life resides:


Well, not really as I am in the process of shifting it upstairs. Yes that is almost literally all that I own in the world, unless you count Mitch but I don't think I could claim to own her yet, unless I can lay my hands on a constant supply of pink jammies from Greggs that is, then it'd be easy!


So I figure I should leave you with a last picture of the view from the living room's right hand window, which goes some way towards demonstrating how I live in a maisonette with its sightly different angle. Or maybe I used LADDERS! (I stole that from Stack's old blog from Japan where he stole it from the Mongols and their attack of the Great Wall of China, good eh?)


Next post: Niall goes OUTSIDE! Where I will show all you faithful readers the outside of my abode and my new 'hood. Apparently it is home to the largest Walkabout in the UK, so if you see lots of tanned men walking about with corks dangling from their brimmed hats clutching a 'cold one' and a surfboard exclaiming 'that's not a knife, THIS is a knife!' you'll know why. Strewth!