Blog Archive — Page 43
These are some pretty old posts! If they are of interest, feel free to browse. Alternatively, you can skip to more recent entries or head back to the homepage to see some more up-to-date stuff.
These are some pretty old posts! If they are of interest, feel free to browse. Alternatively, you can skip to more recent entries or head back to the homepage to see some more up-to-date stuff.
So, today the defendants in the Pirate Bay trial were found guilty, sentenced to a year each in prison and fined $3.6M. AND NOTHING WILL CHANGE. Whether they appeal successfully or not, nothing changes. Whether the Pirate Bay goes down or not, nothing changes. If ISPs across the globe block...
To follow up blog posts on gun control and police brutality, back to my normal standard of blogging: In The Night Garden. So, the Pontipines and the Wottingers. Stuck in their houses in the middle of nowhere, miles from any other member of their species. All they have to do...
My last blog post got me thinking about how much worse the whole protest could have been if anyone was in any way armed. So why (hello America) the right to bear arms? As far as I can tell, there’s two arguments: To protect my home Does having a weapon...
Beware, here lies ranty and possibly-controversial opinion. I’m sure this hasn’t escaped your attention this week, but a video emerged showing a police officer assaulting a man named Ian Tomlinson, who shortly after died of a heart attack, at the G20 summit. He wasn’t a protestor. Now obviously that’s horrific....
Is it wrong that every time I see an advert featuring a woman in a burqa advertising something, I mentally replace her with the “Ask a Ninja” guy? Answers on a postcard to A. N. Infidel, Jubail, KSA.
Thus far, I have discerned the following differences between driving in the UK and Saudi Arabia. They are presented here for your edification. Britain Saudi Arabia Turning left(right) at a red light is… Dangerous and illegal Dangerous, legal and actively encouraged Flashing your headlights means… I am here Get out...
In here, behind the twenty-foot walls, the razor-wire and the cheerful-looking chap with the 50-cal machine gun, there is a square of Britain. There is a restaurant, which is functionally British. (Today’s lunch was chicken, chips and broad beans.) The villas have 240V plugs. There’s a bar, and a bowling...
As you step out of baggage reclaim at Bahrain Muharraq, the first smells that assault your senses are cinnamon and coffee, exotic spices from the lands of “Cinnabon” and “Costa”. We drove through the eternal traffic jam that is Bahrain, spotting the BHS, the Debenhams, the Carrefour. We drove across...
I have watched the sun set over Iraq, seen the lights of cities glow beneath me, and further out the flourescing military bases, square and uncomfortable amidst the desert. I have watched the first stars come out over Kuwait, reflected in the orange plumes of oil platforms in the Gulf...
In just over 12 hours’ time, I’ll be off for two weeks of joyous business trip to sunny Saudi Arabia. I’ve no idea what I’ll get by way of an internet connection out there, but I’ll try to pick up mail if I can. So if I’m forcibly out-of-touch for...