2nd Blog

Well 24 hours on from my 1st post I thought I would add a 2nd one.
For the first time since Monday the rain has stopped its relentless pursuit on the Costa del Sol and the sun is shining, for how long I have don't know. Appreciate it whilst it lasts I guess. Strange really as when the summer season hits I will no doubt be cursing the intense heat and wish for cooler weather and rain.

I watched the England - Egypt game last night and aside from the 1st half it was a good victory for England. Let's not forget that they were playing the current champions of the recent 'African Cup of Nations'.

Another big news story from yesterday was the death of the former Labour leader, Michael Foot. He was of course before my time but having read numerous articles and obituaries, Michael Foot Obituary courtesy of the Daily Telegraph, on the former Labour Leader I get the impression he was a great orator but his political beliefs were certainly very different to mine.

Interestingly his Labour Party Manifesto at the 1983 General Election has often been dubbed "The Longest Suicide Note in History" See for yourself what it outlined and think how it might be appropriate in today’s environment. 1983 Labour Party Manifesto

On a completely different Issue I had abrief nosey at the Spectator Magazine Website and Rod Liddle, of whom I am not a big fan of, summed up perfectly what the Guardian Newspaper is all about. I quote "By God, The Guardian is a loathsome newspaper; a local north London morning daily for Stalinist metro libtards, perpetually arrogant, snobbish, self-righteous, humourless, dull, relentlessly middle class, cowardly and cheap. You will all have had your epiphanies long before me, I suspect, reading the smug drivel of la Toynbee and Gary Younge and Monbiot, or its pathetic attempts via The Guide to be down with the kids on the street (perhaps the worst written, most cringe-inducing, supplement in Fleet Street). The horrible irony is that it possesses great writers – Laura Barton, Alexis Petridis, Sam Woolaston, Vikram Dodd and the wonderful Marina Hyde, even Tim Dowling; yet they are largely hidden away in its little pockets and niches, and not allowed to alter the feel of the whole, which is the feel of a Boden catalogue boot stamping on a human face for five minutes or so, before marching off to consume a Yakult in a Crouch End cafeteria"
The Guardian: loathsome and loathful

Very well put Mr. Liddle