and you’re really not supposed to depose them in bloody military uprisings. Well, not too often anyway.

Still, some days it’s a struggle not to form a cell and foment revolution.

This is one of those days.

And I quote:

The threat of a nuclear attack on the UK in the 1950s caused concern over the supply of tea, top-secret documents which have now been released reveal.

D’you know, I was wondering how we’d get on for a cuppa once we’d all been fried, boiled, broiled, blasted, nuked, irradiated, disemboweled by flying debris and had our skins blister in quite an annoying fashion. Even tea drinkers such as myself, who has been known to make two cups – one for now and one for soon, soon my precious – probably had several other priorities in mind ahead of drinking tea come the Apocalypse.

Bet they spent quite a tidy sum of quids on the research too.

Come the revolution…

This one’s for you, David

February 21, 2008

aka Cricket Revisited.

Aka The Day the Story Died.

Here’s the video. I … can’t … say any more.

OK, just a wee bit more. Here’s my original rant and I have to say I see no signs of journalism in New Zealand recovering from it. The malady, not the rant that is.

The David Bain release was bad enough as far as journalism goes (nobody, not one of the country’s leading reporters, even hinted at asking “Why did you kill your family, David?” or even “Did you do it?”. Not one) but I feel the final nail was driven into the straw on the camel’s back with Cricket.

As it were.

Anyway, all I can really say, David (Slack, not Bain) is I went to join the revolution and all I got was a nasty case of sunburn! What’s that all about?