Ice and Snow

I have taken the wise decision to hole up at Baxters club for a few days and endure the hospitality of the fine bar staff and catering persons.

We have eaten finely, kept warm and polished off a good few bottles of the golden stuff.

We have been entertained by the music of Joe Pass, Al Di Meola, Bach, Wagner and last night during a particular rowdy session with some like minded people here (and some fine looking fillys on the staff) we gave it some with Ride of the Valkyries sounding out.

Needless to say heads are fragile today and i shall be having a quiet day and will be on to HYS to see whats going on.

As for leaving, well, why would one want to when company is so good and the outside is so cold (reminds me of an extended stay in northern Siberia, but that as they say is a another story)
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Killing in who's name? 2

I have been thinking about this and discussing this issue with Milo (my nephew in case you have forgotten)

It brings forth a multitude of questions;

- Why is a christmas number one so important
- What is pop music but a manufactured trend which goes back to the beatles
- Simon Cowell is only continuing the legacy of the the pop moguls before him
- RATM were on a major label in 1992 and were seen as slightly manufactured in their day
- X Factor is the destroyer of real talent and the moulder of pop stars
- Why does it over shadow world events like Copenhagen
- Why do people struggle to organise themselves against real enemies like famine, war, injustice
- why am i writing about it

Baxter phoned earlier, wants to meet me in the club in mayfair with a bottle of 12 yr old Jura he wants a hand with.

Cant argue with that.
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Killing in who's name?

Milo tells me that the public has spoken and that Rage Against The Machine are the new christmas number one. Everyone on Facespace got together and bought the single and hence the new nobody that won X-Idol wont be a christmas number one.

What i would like to know is why there is a Have Your Say special on this and why a protest song against the Los Angeles Police should be appropriate for christmas?

Strange times indeed, we have an inch of snow and the UK comes to a complete standstill and not for the first time. (Milo was stuck in paris with four fillys thanks to Eurotrains but I didn't hear him complain)

I was in the Himalayas once and was holed up in some flea ridden pisspot of a village for three weeks because eight foot of snow fell in two days. We survived on yaks milk, honey bee brandy and an assortment of unknown dried meats and rice. And not one North Face coat in sight.

People don't know when things are harsh and when things are just a little uncomfortable.
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"Have Your Say" experts (sic)

As we all know, everyone is an expert, my award today for tabloid journalism and not really knowing what he is talking about goes to Steve. The question is how to further fund the Afghan War.


So we have money to bail out banks so that RBS can try to pay £6billion in bonuses to its staff. But we don't have the money to pay for staff and equipment in the middle of a war. Interesting that the hole in the defence budget announced by the NAO this morning is also £6billion. Shows who the government really values.. and it isnt' the young people who put their lives on the line. The sooner we get a chance to deliver a verdict on them the better.

Steve, Northwich

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More irritated than usual

I have swine flu. Serves me right for being in Mexico. I have suffered all manner of things in my life but none so pathetic and infuriating as flu.

I have been shot at, beaten, tortured had dysentery, malaria, giardia, operations been emotionally blackmailed, married, divorced have dealt with addictions of one sort or another yet none have ever given me that complete sense of hopelessness as Influenza.

Damn it. If ever a disease was invented by a woman this would be it.

Have Your Say and The Castle are irritating more than ever, people writing as though they are total experts on everything.

Still, on the bright side, Ive met a damn fine filly who's tending to my hot toddy requirements on a nightly basis.

A few more days and ill be right as rain, which is probably just as good as I have a few xmas parties to attend to; the regiment, the service, that other lot, some hedgies, old etonians and then there's the family too.

Now where did i put that bottle.
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Golf, Sun & Sea

Well, whilst the rest of you were enjoying the rain and the squabbling that passes as politics nowadays, Baxter and I were having a jolly old time in Yucatan, Mexico.

For a third world nation of drug traffickers i cannot fault the Mexicans hospitality, food, cerveza, golf courses, ancient ruins or chicas.

They do however, have a lot to be desired for dress sense, music and whiskey but these minor issues are far outweighed by the above (apart from the malts that is, that alcoholic cactus juice they palm off is rancid at the best of times.)

We hired a grand old vehicle and drove the route from Mexico City (a damned polluted hell hole if ever i have been to one, the worst being Kabul, but there I did have irate tribesmen shooting at me)to Cancun, as everyone knows as "Las Vegas by the sea"

We stayed at some quality Hyatts en route and enjoyed large amounts of the local cuisine and firewaters whilst being entertained by the locals.

Not once did i wonder about Browns dilemma, Camerons future, the battle between Murdoch and the Castle, inane comments on Have Your Say or the stupidity of large sections of the British Public.

In a word, bliss.

Instead I worried about decreasing my handicap, dysentery ,mosquitoes, bandits and women of a wanton nature!
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Holiday

I have just returned from a glorious week playing golf and endearing myself to the locals of Mexico. Baxter called me to say pack my clubs, shorts and sunglasses we are off to Central America.

Needless to say I jumped at the chance but unfortunately had no access to what is called "wi-fi" or "roaming" so I will have to update my blog in retrospect (and when I haven't been poleaxed by the local firewater)

As for the golf, Baxter and I left the score at evens, a rather amicable turn out after the thrashing I had on the first day.

Hasta Luego (as they say)
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