Tuesday, August 25, 2009

What the bloody hell's going on?

Or The News. It's still silly season and Bob Dylan's given headlinewriters a gift:

On Sunday's edition of his internationally syndicated radio show Bob Dylan's Theme Time Radio Hour, Dylan revealed that two car manufacturers are in discussion with him to become the voice of their GPS satnav systems. "I think it would be good," Dylan said, "if you are looking for directions and hear my voice saying something like 'left at the next street, no a right – y'know what? Just go straight.'"


I could get all Bill Hicks and ask is nothing sacred to these fucks? I suppose I should. It's not like Bob Dylan's get enough money in the world. But we should sort of expect this from such a contrary bastard. At least wev'e got some puns out of the story: Left, Lady, Left: How Many Roads Must A Man Walk Down: Subterranean Carpark Blues: Take The Second Exit Off Highway 61... Alright, it's a limited ouevre. That said, it's the little things that make life worthwhile.

Elsewhere three "Legal Highs" are going to be banned. Because the world was just falling apart round our ears. It was BZP that caused the credit crunch. On the subject of drugs, the police, apparently, can tell if you're tripping just by staring into your moving car. They're a talented bunch.

If, like me, you don't like the taste of bullshit, you might like Climate Camp's open letter to the Met Police. Despite their generally being affluent middle-class hippies, I take them over lumpen doughnutmunchers every time.

Gordon Brown was repulsed by Abdelbaset Ali al-Megrahi's release and subsequent reception in Libya. Al-Megrahi was released 5 days ago. Someone ought to test Gordon Brown's reactions. He's probably been scoffing down on those legal highs.

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