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Toe update

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You may remember that I stubbed my toe back in August, and the nail was looking as though it might turn black. Well, it did. And it still is. Here, just in time to put you off your Sunday lunch, is a photo of how it looks now. I think I can feel a new nail growing underneath it, but I really never expected it to be taking so long. Anyone have any experience of this? When should I be expecting to have a normal toe nail again?

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November 30th, 2008 at 1:29 pm

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Sir Isaac Newton

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Sir Isaac Newton, 17th/18th century physicist, mathematician, and all-round egghead. The guy who noticed that gravity exists, the guy who did the laws of motion stuff, and figured out the spectrum, amongst other things. A great man. Nice head of hair, too.

And in Michael H. Hart’s book “The 100: A Ranking of the Most Influential Persons in History,” yer man Isaac came in at number two. Muhammad was top of the pops, but Isaac beat out Jesus, Buddha, Confucius, Ts’ai Lun, Gutenberg, Columbus, Einstein, Pasteur, Galilei, Aristotle and Don Johnson. Quite the man was our Isaac.

And when I say our Isaac, I mean Lincolnshire’s Isaac. Yeh, that’s right, bitches, Sir Isaac Newton comes from the same county as me. From a hamlet called Woolsthorpe-by-Colsterworth. And how does Grantham – the nearest town of any size and (sorry Britain, sorry World) birthplace of that cuntiest of cunts Margaret Thatcher – celebrate being so close to where the second most influential person in history was born? With a fucking shopping centre…

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November 29th, 2008 at 9:29 pm

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Sassenachs vs Jocks

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Sports event No.35 of the year, another football game, but this time an international fixture: England Under 16s vs Scotland Under 16s at Lincoln City’s ground, Sincil Bank. There were 5,118 other people braving the cold, foggy night to watch what may turn out to be the stars of the future. It was only three quid a ticket, but still, an impressive turn out.

As you might imagine, the spectators were mainly supporting the English team, but there were a few Scotch Jocks here and there, not doing a very good job at blending in with us normal people.

Arsenal’s Benik Afobe put England 1-0 up after ten minutes, then some more football happened, and then it was half time. Lincoln City’s cheereleaders Impact, (City’s nickname is the Imps, thus the name), came on, stood really far apart in a big circle, and did some thoroughly rubbish dancing. They weren’t even in cheerleadery clothes, they were wearing tracksuits. A guy sat a few rows behind me put it slightly more succinctly, shouting “Get yer baps out!”

Second half begins, some other English dude scores a goal. The Imperial masters are up 2-0 over our northern foes, extinguishing hopes of some sort of Battle of Bannockburn type thing.

2-0 was the final score, England win the Victory Shield (a mini tournament between us, them, Wales, and Northern Ireland) with three wins, nine goals, and no goals conceded.

Anyway, I’m only joshing, Scotland; sorry about making fun of you. I think you’re lovely really. Here’s a pic of those Scottish chaps from before who briefly got to hold up their banner where the Sky Sports cameras might see them, before being escorted away. They were more than happy to pose for me outside the ground, though. I’m assuming it’s all to do with this.

While I see their point, I do think it’s a little sad that we Brits don’t have a football team in the Olympics, and if there’s one place to put our sporting differences aside, surely the Olympics is it, right?

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November 29th, 2008 at 12:52 am

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November 28th, 2008 at 5:28 pm

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You may have noticed that when I take photographs, I’ll often fill most of the frame with sky. That’s cos I’m all about the clouds. I love ’em lots. So, if you also love the clouds, and you’ve not had a look at my Flickr page recently, you might be interested to know that I’ve collected all the cloudy joy together in a set called, weirdly, Clouds.

Clouds pictured here: (top) São Paulo, Brazil (bottom) Patagonia, Argentina.

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November 26th, 2008 at 11:24 pm

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Football n’ comedy n’ guns n’ roses

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A fine weekend had, on the whole. Saturday afternoon at the football, watching Barnet lose 3-1 to Macclesfield Town (my 34th live sports event of the year, just three more to go to hit my target of going to see live sport on ten percent of the days in 2008); and a Sunday evening way down in south London, in Forest Hill, my old neck of the woods when I first moved to London in 1997, watching a night of comedy at The Hob pub compèred by the wonderful Daniel Kitson.

I did manage to lose a full pack of fags on the way, though; running to catch at train at London Bridge. Anyone who knows that station knows the hassle of your train departing from platforms 14, 15, or 16, being quite a distance form the concourse. As I did my smoker’s best to sprint along with less than a minute to catch it, the full pack of Camel Lights must’ve fallen out of my pocket. Damn you, pockets. Damn you, British government, for charging six fucking quid for a measly pack of smokes.

Anyway, today is Monday 24 November 2008. I like guns, they are fun things to be shooting bullets out of; I like roses, they look pretty and smell lovely; I like Chinese food; I’m a fan of democracy, too. I went to the shops, bought a copy, and I’ve just loaded the new album into my iTunes. I kind of daren’t listen to it. I really hope it’s gonna be great, but I’m not holding out much hope. Although I am holding out some hope. Frankly, some of the song titles make me a bit wary: Riad n’ the Bedouins, Madagascar, Prostitute.

Right, then: headphones on, and fingers crossed…

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November 24th, 2008 at 4:00 pm

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Pigeon No.7

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The seventh Pigeon is online over at Spreeblick. Archive. RSS.

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November 24th, 2008 at 10:23 am

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Trevor, Bruce, and Jeremy

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McDonald, Forsyth, and Clarkson.

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November 22nd, 2008 at 9:17 am

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Fishing for compliments

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Much as I appreciated the pleasant young woman who helped me out with my iPod problem at the Apple store on Regent Street yesterday, (my iPod Classic stopped playing music, and wouldn’t restore factory settings, so she gave me a replacement for free), there’s something a teeny bit smug and fishing-for-compliments about the follow-up email they send, right? (detail above, full view of email here.) Or is it just me being a cynical fucker?

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November 21st, 2008 at 4:07 pm

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So, today’s chucklesome news is that the British National Party‘s (BNP) member list has been leaked onto the Internet. (Brief editorial audio interjection.) Worth a look, because you might as well check out if any of your neighbours are racists, huh?

From the Guardian, emphasis mine:

A BNP spokesman, Simon Darby, said: “If we find out the name of the person who published this list it will turn out to be one of the most foolish things they have done in their life.” Griffin insisted this did not represent a threat of violence but the reality that the person faced prison for breaching a high court injunction. The BNP leader admitted the party was relying on the Human Rights Act, based on EU legislation, which it opposes, to try to protect the privacy of its members.

Oh, the irony.

Best thing about it, though: the little notes next to some of the members’ names. Here’s some crackers. (Thanks to my friends John, Keith, Mark, and Steve; this stuff all came up during a five-sided email conversation. Just to be clear, none of us are member of the BNP.)

• Former racing driver (British champion 1958)

• City & Guilds Carpentry & Joinery

• Driving instructor (discount for BNP members)

• Horse racing tipster

• Business owner (antiquities). Pubic [sic] speaker. Has two suits of medieval 14th & 15th century armour and can joust for rallies

• Mobile DJ with singing partner, snakes & spiders

• Fluent French, German, Italian and Spanish

• Hobbies: criminal justice system, bowls

• Owner of a WW2 jeep

• Slaughterman (NVQS in slaughtering)

• Retired local government officer. Static caravan on East Coast

• CCTV systems controller

• Has a 16 seat minibus available for local use

• Senior citizen spends most of the year in Spain so chose to pay for overseas membership

• Landlord

• Media worker (Sky TV), background in PR/advertising. Pleased to offer advice

• Bar manager. Former accounts secretary (120 wpm shorthand). Personal alcohol licence holder. Karate instructor

• Badge stolen with jacket

• Hobbies: jive dancing, DIY

• Will not be renewing 07 (BNP is “doing nothing to help me”)

• Will not be renewing 07 (“Jehova God only real hope for mankind”)

• Manager: petrol filling station. Class 1 snooker referee

• Large barn available for use

• Membership suspended 20.9.05 (inappropriate tattoo). Suspension lifted 27.09.05

• Hobbies: walking, Tai Chi Chuan. Buddhist, interested in Daoism

• Distribution driver (Royal Mail). Active Odinist/member of Pagan organisations

• Member describes himself as a witch: potential embarrassment if active

• Will not be renewing 07 (objects to being told he shouldn’t wear a bomber jacket)

The temptation to annotate the above was immense, but I resisted. But, y’know, BNP members seem to be the same as the rest of us: except they’re racists.

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November 19th, 2008 at 12:27 pm

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Pigeon No.6

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November 18th, 2008 at 2:32 pm

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…But seriously

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In my dream last night, Phil Collins died. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna talk about my dreams. I am gonna talk about Phil Collins, though. I’m not being ironic or anything, but over the past couple of years I’ve come to like Phil Collins more and more. I’m sure it began when I got the Genesis Platinum Collection compilation. Sometimes, when a band is incredibly popular outside of my normal world of music-listening, I feel an urge to try it out properly, to see if I can see what lots of people do see in their music. For years I didn’t like Neil Young or Bob Dylan or the Clash. I tried them, like it was homework, and eventually fell for Young and Dylan. I still don’t get why people like the Clash so much, but you can’t have everything.

So, Platinum Collection loaded on to my iPod, I’d listen to it when I was walking in the park with Billy. The compilation covers their entire career. I didn’t enjoy all of it. I doubt I’ll ever be a fan of their Peter Gabriel years; I just can’t get into it. And some of the late eighties and early nineties stuff floats over me, but there are few songs on there that I love. Mainly taken from their Duke (1980) and Abacab (1981) albums.

Here’s “Keep it Dark” off Abacab. It’s a fantastic song, if you can let your Phil firewall come down.


Here’s a couple more YouTube links to songs from the early eighties: “Abacab,” “Turn it On Again,” “Behind the Lines,” and “Mama.”

I didn’t become a Genesis fan, but it did soften me a bit and allow me to move on to Phil’s solo work. Now, back in 2002, when my ex-grilfriend Hanni and I started going out, I – like any self-respecting boy – went through her record collection. And a fine record collection it was/is, too. But in the back of the box, was a 12″ copy of “In The Air Tonight.” I never let her forget it. Every now and again, I’d email her at work and tell her I’d heard a great song, and attach a re-named mp3 of a Phil Collins song. I would laugh. She’d call me a bastard. (The best one, one that still makes me chuckle, was sending her “a great song” called “One More Night” by a new indie band, The Filk O’Lins.)

But, I did end up keeping a small handful of the songs I sent. I secretly loved “Easy Lover” and “Against All Odds.” The latter is a fantastic song; although the bit in the video right at the start where his mouth appears inside the mask is a bit creepy.


And underneath it all, he seems to be a decent enough chap, as can be heard on the recent episode of This American Life, wherein the subject is break-ups, and the writer Starlee Kine talks to Phil about songs and break-ups.

And, amongst other things, he produced this Adam Ant song, “Puss ‘n Boots.”


The mice in the “Puss ‘n Boots” video look like two periods of Daft Punk mixed together; the varsity-jacket wearing Thomas Bangalter of the great 1996 live video that you can watch on Google Video, and their helmet-y era.

So, to the Phil that died in my dream, you weren’t as bad as I spent most of my life thinking you were. I hope they have a big drum kit wherever you go when you die in my dreams.

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November 18th, 2008 at 11:36 am

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How d’ya spell that?

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Charing Cross Road, London

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November 14th, 2008 at 2:49 pm

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Public service announcement

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I’ve been aware of these for a while, but a few people have mentioned them over the past couple of weeks, so just in case you’ve seen them and were wondering: no, I didn’t draw the Weenicons stuff that is on sale in card/book shops in the UK.

Anyway, I saw them with my own eyes for the first time yesterday. Far be it from me to suggest that they look like copies of the Lollipops stuff I did, because – legally – they’re not really like each other, but, y’know, I do get asked about it…

Ho hum.

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November 13th, 2008 at 2:21 am

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To London via Germany and France

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I said goodbye to Aalst, goodbye to Belgium last Thursday. The stars aligned in a certain way, and a pre-planned weekend trip to visit a friend in Germany became my farewell to that nice little country between France and the Netherlands. My plans for the next couple of months meant needing to be in the UK early December, so I decided to come here earlier that I’d originally intended.

I sat next to a dude with a wig on the train.

It was a nice weekend in Karlsruhe. Not much to tell, really; just really nice to see my friend and ex-neighbour Silke and her other half. Plenty of sitting around drinking beer and smoking cigarettes which, quite frankly, was the best way to spend my weekend. Here’s some pics of a nice park behind the schloss in Karlsruhe.

And we did a Saturday afternoon trip to Strasbourg, about an hour southwest of Karlsruhe, across the border in France. They’ve got a pretty cathedral there, and plenty of pretty girls (and boys).

(It feels weird writing about “stuff I’ve done” again. It’s like, after not doing much of it since all that swanning-around-the-Americas blogging, I’ve forgotten how to make it interesting. Ho hum.)

Leaving Karlsruhe, a nice old fellow stood outside the train station ignored my headphones and started talking to me. He asked for a light, heard my English-accented German and began talking in English. Told me of lovely places he’d seen in England, then telling me how great Germany was, which was nice, considering, in my experience, Germans aren’t that forthcoming about the nice things about their country. He offered me a cigarette from his soft pack of cheap-looking fags, tried to flick the pack so that a cig poked out, like he was James Dean or something, but ended up sending five of them flying all over the place. We both leant down to pick them up, and he smiled a cheeky smile like a child. We said our goodbyes, and I got the first of my three train journeys to London.

Amongst other things that kept me occupied on my journey (chuckling to podcasts, semi-dancing in my seat to the Prodigy, sketching out how the next few Pigeon strips will look), I read a great piece in the August issue of (American) Esquire that I’ve been carrying around unread since I left San Diego airport back in July. It’s about some prisoners in Michigan who dug an escape tunnel. Fascinating stuff, and online here; well worth your time if you’re into that kinda stuff.

Time for a quick smoke at Köln station, time to admire the pretty doggy that was with its parents waving goodbye someone sat in front of me, then I was off on my way back for a brief time in Brussels to get the Eurostar.

The Thalys train that took me there prefaces each announcement with a seven note tune that was very familiar and stuck in my head for a long long time. It wasn’t until after a good three hours sat around at Bruxelles Midi station – a lot of it spent staring at the griddy roof (picture below) – that it popped into my head that it was virtually the exact same melody as “Thank You” by Dido.

Anyway, back in London for a few weeks. Today I walked passed a book shop in Islington that has windows at street level which allows one to look down into the ground floor of the shop. I’ve been in this shop before, so I know where the various sections are. As I walked passed the window, I saw the sports section, and in that sports section, an over-sized baseball book poking out. It wasn’t ’til afterwards that I realised I just smiled at the book, like I’d just seen an old friend. Those three months and three days until spring training begins are gonna be long…

Annoyingly, my happiness with that store didn’t last long, cos when I handed over a ten pound note to pay for a book (Remainder by Tom McCarthy), the dude behind the counter told me that it was an old tenner, one that’s no longer valid currency. I apologised, superfluously muttered stuff about not living in the UK, and he just looked at me like I was, for want of a better word, a complete spaz. As I left, I saw him and his colleague laughing, and the paranoia kicked in. For a moment, I considered being an arse and demanding to see the manager regarding the lack of respect for the paying customer, but thankfully, I couldn’t be bothered.

I stomped off to the bank to get the tenner changed to a valid one, and the lady behind the counter was dead nice to me. Like the old fella at Karlsruhe station, she too thought that Germany was a lovely country. And she’s not wrong.

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November 12th, 2008 at 7:27 pm

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Pigeon No.5

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November 10th, 2008 at 11:54 am

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I saw her standing there

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“I Saw Her Standing There” from her point of view.

Well she was just seventeen
You know what I mean

I was only seventeen! He was, like, twenty one! Perv.

And the way she looked
Was way beyond compare

I was wearing my new top from H&M.; It’s really cute, and it was only fifteen quid.

So how could I dance with another,
Oh, when I saw her standing there

I didn’t really think much of it to begin with, I mean I could tell he was there, out of the corner of my eye, and now that I think about it, yeh, he didn’t dance with anyone.

Well she looked at me

It was like, you know when ya know you shouldn’t look, but you do? It was like that. Shelley was off dancing with Dave, and Kim was in the loo. And I just kinda looked over.

And I, I could see
That before too long
I’d fall in love with her

And he was just there with this gormless look on his face.

She wouldn’t dance with another
Oh, when I saw her standing there

I was just praying that Shelley or Kim would come back.

Well my heart went boom
When I crossed that room

Then he just started coming over towards me. It was a nightmare.

And I held her hand in mine

And he just grabbed my hand! I was like, what the fuck!?

Oh we danced through the night

If he says we danced, he’s a liar; it was more like we struggled. Man, he’s so weird.

And we held each other tight

He was just grabbing at me.

And before too long

I kneed him in the balls, and went off to find Shelley and Kim.

I fell in love with her

They’d gone outside for a fag.

Now I’ll never dance with another

We went down to the offy to get some vodka.

Oh, when I saw her standing there

I’m so telling everyone; he’s such a bloody freak.

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November 7th, 2008 at 7:47 pm

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De Wonderboom

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You may remember the Wondertrees – die Wunderb√§ume – that I saw in Berlin; well, there’s a Wonderboom here in Aalst, too. I saw it when I was having a smoke outside the launderette a couple of days ago. (Dutch-speakers: did I get it right? Is it “de Wonderboom” or “het Wonderboom”?)

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November 5th, 2008 at 9:01 pm

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That stuff over there, live

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06:17 That was a damn fine speech. Jesse Jackson’s still crying in the crowd. Michelle Obama just gave her husband a sweet little kiss. I imagine it’s fairly safe to say that he’s getting lucky tonight. Right, on that rather inappropriate note, I’ll bid y’all a good night.

06:15 “This is our moment, this is our time.”

06:10 This Barack dude sounds alright.

06:02 Woo! A left-handed smoker in the White House!

06:00 Your new president is speaking. More importantly, I just threw my empty cigarette packet right into the bin, which is about 12 feet away. Slam dunk!

05:53 Electoral votes, Obama 338 McCain 156

05:49 Who am I kidding? This is too exciting to be able to sleep yet. It’s funny to me how the general election in a country of 300 million can be decided earlier in the evening than many a post-season baseball game. Obama’s on his way to Grant Park to make a speech that I’m sure we’ll be watching for many years to come.

05:27 Right, time for bed. Night, night.

05:25 McCain’s concession speech is actually nice and dignified. Good on him.

05:20 Congratulations, America. We were rooting for you tonight, and you did it. You fucking did it!

05:19 McCain’s concession speech is live on telly now.

05:17 Oh fuck, seeing Jesse Jackson crying is making my lip go a bit wobbly.

05:16 Florida is Obama’s.

05:14 Colorado‘s gone to Obama.

05:11 AP is reporting that McCain has called Obama to concede.

05:10 Aaaww, lovely Rachel’s a bit weepy. C’mere, sweety pie.

05:08 So, Barack’s the next president; they’re still fighting in Iraq, Osama bin Laden’s still on the loose, the economy still sucks: that’s what happens when you elect a terrorist, Arab, Muslim, America-hater…

05:06 CNN and Fox News have both called it now. I imagine the fingers must’ve been like arthritic claws typing that on foxnews.com. Lots of very very happy people, live shots from many different places.

05:04 “Signed, Sealed, Delivered I’m Yours” is being played now. Fucking amazing.

05:02 Wow. Grant Park looks fantastic now. The joy on the faces is amazing. I’m a bit of a sucker for seeing people totally happy like this. It’s brilliant.

05:00 MSNBC just called it. Barack Obama wins the presidency!

05:00 Seems like MSNBC is on the verge of calling it for Obama. Chris Matthews keeps saying “soon” and “in a couple of minutes” like he really wants to call it. And they’re talking glowingly about the nation’s ability to elect an African-American. I wonder if this means that Florida is on the verge of flipping…?

04:56 The neighbourhood rooster is cock-a-doodle-doo-ing. It almost sounds like he’s saying “B’rack-a-bama-ba.” Almost.

04:52 Okay, I’m actually gonna go for a wee now instead of pissing the bed.

04:43 I need a wee.

04:41 Ooh, MSNBC do have a map on the ice at “Election Plaza.” No figure skaters, sadly, just blokes brushing red and blue state-shaped stickers onto it. They missed a trick there; who wouldn’t want the added gravitas of glitter-coated, smiling, figure skaters dancing the results?

04:38 Obama 207 McCain 138 Yet to be called 81. MSNBC just called it a “one-sided affair.” Woo.

04:33 Hey, Michelle Obama’s brother is called Craig Robinson. That makes me more or less family.

04:23 Obama’s expected 200 electoral votes called so far mean that it should kinda be won now, assuming that California, Oregon, Washington, and his home state of Hawaii go his way.

04:21 Yay. Elizabeth Dole lost in North Carolina.

04:18 I wonder how many other countries have the more right wing party represented on maps in red.

04:16 Trousers off, under the duvet: election bloggin’ after hours style.

04:12 If Obama can win Indiana that’d be a lovely big splash of blue all the way from Maine to Minnesota. It’s close, MSNBC.com says 50-49 in favour of McCain. MSNBC television is refusing to call until all votes are counted. 75% counted so far.

04:09 I’ve run out of beer.

04:05 So far: Pollster.com – Obama 200 McCain 128; BBC News – Obama 207 McCain 135; MSNBC – Obama 207 McCain 129.

04:00 Iowa flips to Obama, Utah goes to McCain. Too close in Montana, the Hannah state. 51/48 in favour of Obama after 64% of votes counted in Florida.

03:51 My desktop is a real mess of browser windows right now (click image to see it full-size):

03:47 BBC News says Obama 200 McCain 124. They’ve got Texas called on their map.

03:44 I’m guessing, if the time zones were reversed, there wouldn’t be many people in the States awake at quarter-to-four in the morning watching a Belgian election. Which, I think, means I deserve a green card, please Mr. Obama.

03:41 Oh man, the crowd at Grant Park looks ace. Barack Obama is at home, apparently, having dinner. Honestly, if that was me, there’s no way I could be eating anything. Unless they’ve got some Coco Pops.

03:40 And Wyoming looks like a placeholder graphic.

03:38 I love it when they flash up the map of Kansas; like a cereal box on its side with the corner nibbled by rats.

03:34 The longer this night goes on, the more Rachel Maddow’s likely to be my, ahem, dream-time sweetener.

03:31 Five more electoral votes for Obama, who wins New Mexico.

03:27 Electoral votes so far: Obama 195 McCain 76. Just 80 more, Barack, just 80 more. 73 of those should be his along the west coast, in California, Oregon, and Washington. Not feeling so tired now.

03:25 There are bandwidth and transfer limits in Belgium. And it’s expensive here, too. Why the hell has my neighbour got no password on his/her wifi?

03:22 And just as I say that, Obama flips Ohio from red to blue! Yay!

03:21 I’m refusing to bow to pessimism, but, c’mon already with a red state going blue!

03:19 Obama wins Connecticut, which is quite a difficult word to type fast. I also find Milwaukee difficult to type fast, cos I tend to do a double K instead of a double E most of the time.

03:15 51/48 after 49% in Florida.

03:13 I wonder what Bush is doing right now. Probably watching ESPN Classic.

03:10 They should have some bands on this coverage; spice things up a bit.

03:06 Arkansas goes McCain. I’m getting tired.

03:05 I’ve got pins and needles in my feet.

03:03 Too close to call in Florida. 45% of the vote in, Barack up by 5%.

03:02 John McCain wins Kansas, North Dakota, Wyoming; Barack Obama wins New York, Michigan, Minnesota, Rhode Island, Wisconsin. Too close to call in McCain’s Arizona.

02:57 Polls closing in some other states shortly. Fingers crossed for Franken in Minnesota, if only to potentially see Bill O’Reilly’s head explode with anger.

02:55 Delay’s already beating the drum of fear. Cunt.

02:54 First class cunt Tom Delay is on now. Cunt. Cunt. Utter, utter cunt.

02:53 Gonna keep an eye on proverbs and cliches. First up, David Axelrod: “The proof of the pudding is in the eating.”

02:50 Not sure what it is, but there’s something quite sexy about Rachel Maddow.

02:47 Even if he’s just a man in a suit working as Obama’s chief campaign strategist, I can’t help put project the cool of his namesake onto David Axelrod.

02:46 I wish Chris Morris were d
oing a Day Today election show…

02:44 Fox’s website is really ugly.

02:41 It amuses me to think that there’s likely to be nobody reading this stuff.

02:40 Obama supporters filling up Grant Park in Chicago where, hopefully, they’ll be celebrating. Nice park, that.

02:35 McCain wins Georgia. A nice healthy chunk of red between Kentucky and South Carolina.

02:34 Five percent of the popular vote is in: Obama’s got 50%, McCain 49%. It’s a landslide!

02:33 John Kerry’s won Massachusetts. Aaaah, cute.

02:31 Some dude, live at McCain HQ, is laughing. Mentalist.

02:29 The milk in my bowl of Coco Pops has turned from white to brown. Is my milk trying to tell me something? Am I putting psychic presidential milk down my neck?

02:25 Hurrah! Coco Pops. I’m using a smaller bowl than one would normal like, and I think I’ve got an uneven amount of pops to milk. More top election coverage after my late night breakfast snack, all washed down with a nice cold Corona. Yum.

02:20 Another ad break, so I’m going downstairs – that’s two whole floors, people! – to get me some Coco Pops.

02:17 On states that are too close to call, MSNBC has them in yellow. Mississippi in yellow, looks like a side profile of C. Montgomery Burns.

02:16 Someone called Dick Durbin wins his seat in Illinois. I was gonna laugh at his name, then they said his daughter died this last weekend, so no chuckles for me.

02:14 Seemingly no live stream on Fox, and CNN wants me to install something. Sod that.

02:12 Way too much buffering though. Gonna check out some other stuff. Wonder if Fox have called the election for McCain yet..?

02:11 Five blokes around a rather nice desk. Pleastantly subdued after the headfuck of noise and colours on MSNBC.

02:09 Changed to the BBC, see how that’s going. Buffering at the moment, so I’m just gonna pretend there’s some blokes sipping tea, calling it “the colonies.”

02:06 Jerky streaming at the moment. That’s what I get for stealing a neighbour’s wifi.

02:05 Rachel Maddow is the voice of reason: Obama’s not won any of Bush’s states yet.

02:03 Too close to call in Florida, the dong state, but with 0% of the votes in, MSNBC are calling Pennsylvania an Obama win. Yip. Pee.

02:00 My God, they’re projecting things all over the place. New Hampshire and Maine and some others to Obama. Some places down south to McCain.

01:58 OMG! Polls are closing in some states in, like, a minute or so.

01:57 Bored of this already.

01:53 MSNBC is coming live from “Election Plaza.” It looks like an ice rink with flags around it. They missed a trick there, they could’ve had skaters dressed in red and blue on a big icy map.

01:52 Queues to vote in some state are quite literally as long as really long queues for stuff.

01:49 McCain’s taken Kentucky which actually looks like a piece of fried chicken on the map. Obama’s got one of the little states that aren’t big enough on web map graphics.

01:45 Woop de doop. Watching MSNBC’s live web coverage, a couple of Coronas by the bed, a full pack o’ smokes. Let’s try a live blog experiment (cos I know you come here for your US Election ’08 coverage).

Written by Craig

November 5th, 2008 at 1:45 am

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Pigeon No.4

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The fourth Pigeon is online over at Spreeblick.

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Written by Craig

November 4th, 2008 at 2:30 pm

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