A reminder

Despite what ITV News might report (as they did the other night), David Furnish is not married to Elton John.

While we're on the subject have you heard any feminists commenting on the implications of a relationship whereby the bodies of two women are used as objects (one to supply an egg, the other a womb) to fulfil the wish of two very rich men to have a child?

****Silence*** ***distant bell rings***

Me neither. I suppose we've known for a while that homosexual ranks above female in Victimhood Poker.

Strange, I've seen that face before

St Mungo's is a really nice beer - proper Bavarian lager brewed in Glasgow Green. I tried some for the first time this week and I can testify – very nice stuff. Good too that that they've named it after the city’s patron saint though Im not sure about whether or not he was a brewer.

Looking at the label I was struck by the image of the saint – oddly familiar and then I realised where I had seen the image before – the wooden statue that stands to the south side of the sanctuary in St Mungo’s Church, Townhead. Do the good Passionist Fathers have image rights to the good saint’s statue? Maybe the brewery (which is doing very well – stocked by Waitrose and swanky restaurants - might feel a generous donation to the Passionists wouldn't go amiss.... )

Jesus, Mary & Joseph

...I give you my heart and my soul. Jesus, Mary and Joseph assist me in my last agony. Jesus, Mary and Joseph may I breathe forth my soul in peace with you. Amen

Merry Christmas

God bless you and all your loved ones.

Guilty pleasures

Yes, I now they're a bunch of vainglorious headcases. Yes, I know it's brutal and glorfies capitalism. Yes, I know it's like watching a train crash.

I did enjoy it, though.

"Good morning, Jim. Good morning, Sarah. Good morning, John"

I listen to Radio 4's Today programme once in blue moon (I'd much rather listen to Nicky and Shelagh on 5Live (Ashes) Breakfast).

I'll be listening on Friday as the Holy Father will be giving that day's Thought For The Day.

Tune in: 7.50AM GMT on Christmas Eve; 92-95FM; Digital radio and TV or online HERE

H/T to the anonymous commenter who put me right about the time. Shows how long it is since I listened to it!

Advent hymns #3

Herring Squirms

Two atheists spend a long time (from about 47 mins in) talking about how they don't believe in God. How very cosy. Herring is promoting his show Christ On A Bike. It's all very challenging of Christianity, transgressive, etc, etc (*tries to stifle yawn*)

The punters get a bit fed up of the smugness and text in to the effect would he do a show called Mohammed On A Moped? Listening to Herring squirm is priceless (It's from about 1:27:30):


"It's not just about Christianity"

"I don't have the knowledge to do it"

"It's a very different issue"

"I think you'd have to do it differently"

"To do a thing about a minority religion would have other implications"

"People would see that as attacking a certain section of society"

"Partly it's the Christians' fault for having the philosophy of turn the other cheek"




Yeah. Whatever.

Look and learn

By email from a work chum today:


This woman is 51.

She is a TV “health guru” advocating a holistic approach to nutrition and ill health, promoting exercise, a pescetarian diet high in organic fruits and vegetables.

She recommends detox diets colonic irrigation and supplements, also making statements that yeast is harmful, that the colour of food is nutritionally significant, and about the utility of lingual and faecal examination.




This woman is 50.

She is a TV cook, who eats nothing but meat, butter and desserts.

A Curious Double Standard

I have no idea about the rights and wrongs of Julian Assange's case, but as far as I am aware, he does face serious charges in Sweden, allegations of serious sexual assault. I was interested to see him flanked by Geoffrey Robertson QC. Mr Assange is free to hire whichever brief he likes, and as I understand the brief's job is to represent his client to the best of his ability and without prejudice.

It does seem a bit queer, albeit with a perverse symmetry that a man who made up a whole host of baseless charges about a conscientious and dutiful man with an impeccable personal reputation, Pope Benedict, hoping that some mud from the sexual crimes of others would stick, should be so doughty a defender of a man who faces some very real charges of serious sexual misconduct.

I would be fascinated to know his motivations. As for Mr Assange, whatever he may have done otherwise, I hope he gets a fair hearing but the waters look awful muddy.

Advent hymns #2

Advent hymns #1

Moral highground....FAIL

This seems to have disappeared from The Telegraph website but Annie Lennox, Queen of the Condomaniacs, hardly seems to be the person to lecture young singers on dressing more medestly.

I imagine she didn't see the funny side of the story.

Imagine....

Over the next few days you will be bombarded by a heap of horse manure honouring a weapons-grade hypocrite. The secular-assembly-favourite, Big-Daddy of the Peaceniks, John "Bigger Than Jesus" Lennon. Some idiots want a world holiday for the millionaire mountebank.

Thankfully not everyone buys this BS (outside of the pages of The Guardian and the environs of the BBC). David Thompson and his readers skewer the old fraud by holding his life and words up to the light (Above Us Only Sky). It's not pretty:

Ah, anthems. Written in support of a movement whose most notable gift to mankind was a totalitarian future for the Cambodians and Vietnamese and one of the largest genocides in history.

His politics hardened in the immediate aftermath of the Beatles’ breakup, declaring after Bloody Sunday that in a choice of the British army or the IRA he would side with the IRA.

A terrorist organisation responsible for the murders of no fewer than 248 people, and which, according to the Observer, Lennon saw fit to fund with tens of thousands of pounds.

Give it both barrels!

He sang about Revolution; many thought one was on the way.

Indeed. Lennon also found time to lend his pop star gravitas to the Workers’ Revolutionary Party, a Trotskyist cult apparently financed by those moral colossi Muammar al-Gaddafi and Saddam Hussein, and which entranced such artistic luminaries as Corin and Vanessa Redgrave. The WRP’s ambitions included socialist revolution, the overthrow of private property and the replacement of the police by a “workers militia.” Imagine that. And hey, who wouldn’t feel threatened by a millionaire pop star sprawled on his peace bed high above Manhattan, singing a hymn to global totalitarianism and a world with “no possessions,” while his sidekick Yoko collected fur coats?

His readers get a few kicks in too:

One reader quotes The Guardian

"By the late 70s, a heroin-addicted Ono was working nine to five at a gold-inlaid desk to increase the working class hero's fortune. Renoirs, Egyptian tomb treasures, prize dairy cows and refrigerated storerooms full of fur coats were just a few of the empire's spoils. One day, when an old friend from Liverpool commented "Imagine no possessions, John", Lennon retorted: "It's only a bloody song.""

Lennon has some really nice associates:

John Lennon was a friend of Michael X, "the first non-white person to be charged and imprisoned under the Race Relations Act for calling publicly for any black woman seen with a white man to be shot." When Michael X was imprisoned for torturing a jewish business man, John Lennon paid his bail so that Michael was able to flee to Trinidad where he manage to murder two people within a year.

I'm going to need a BUMPER bucket of popcorn over the next wee while.