Happy Wednesday Spursland! Today is a strange day. Years ago when I began writing the Hoddle, I had little to know knowledge of the English press -- who was reliable and who wasn't. I cannot remember if I lied to Kevin and told him I did, but the fact was I didn't. Now I believe about halfway through my first year I got fed up with one particular institution for constantly being completely unprofessional -- in my own opinion -- in there quest for page views, misleading headlines and downright fabricated stories. I banned that particular publication form the Hoddle and look, it has been gone for years (that's right plural) now. I never envisioned it would return, until today,
And now the "news"
On a day where there is literally no new news to report, along came this gem of historical awesomeness right about at the last moment before I was going to say screw it and link to an independent short film I like. The Daily Mail goes back to being banned because I don't think it is good enough for the likes of you people. You deserve better and when they start doing better then I will peruse them daily to present the gems for you.
For the exact opposite of this goal please see today's last link.
My reaction, was the kind of giggling I do when i see one of my girlfriend friends say something to a guy she just stared dating that she doesn't realize will lead to their break up but she thinks is normal. You try to hide it but a. you can't it's too funny and b. you don't care enough to try that hard.
Okay, time for commentariat sound off. What is the weirdest way you ever injured yourself. I mean just today I pulled a muscle in my arm pushing pen a door.
These are my people. Like literally and genetically these are my people. No wonder the English had such an easy time owning us for a millennium.