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The Times and NightJack again

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Off to a folk festival tomorrow and with luck I’ll not get stabbed again, though if I do the police in Leicester are wonderful as is the hospital ( Which should be more than enough for the voyeur and hacker Parick Foster to fearlessly expose another unimportant blogger). When I return I’ll update all of the Times links to use a URL shortener to break google linking. In the meantime a few things relating to the whole sorry NightJack affair that I’d hate to go unnoticed. In shock news Tom HarrisMP agrees with Guido that as the Times dislikes anonymous … Continue reading →

Patrick Foster quoting “sources”

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As that odious hacker and voyeur Patrick Foster seems to no longer feel that anonymous sources aren’t a good thing. I’m sure that with some encouragement he’ll shortly be clarifying who the sources are in the following stories, purely due to public interest of course: Sources on both sides say … A source close to the show said…The Metropolitan Police said …. BBC sources said … . A No 10 spokeswoman said … A spokeswoman admitted… Those close to the show insist… Sources close to Goody’s family said… Articles found from his entry in Journalisted and that’s just back till … Continue reading →

Turn out for the election

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Tomorrow is the European election, which is really to all intents and purposes a sham designed to con us into thinking that the EU is in someway democratic as Archbishop Cranmer so eloquently explains. From my local experience it seems that Labour and several other parties standing don’t care much as they’ve not seen fit to send me anything to explain why I should vote for them. I’m not sure that actually voting tomorrow is that important, but what I am sure is that going to the polling station and putting something on the ballot paper is hugely important. Old … Continue reading →