My hips don't lie (they just stretch the truth)
...is what I'm known as, whenever I don these babies:
Alright, so they are slightly Fagin-esque. But so what? They're warm, they're cheerful, they're practical. In fact they're everything I'm not. And they're staying!
Call me dense (you wouldn't be the first), but what exactly would be the point of having this information?So that the chosen few can wrap themselves in tin foil and hide under the kitchen table, smug in the knowledge that all those other suckers have had their eyeballs fried? What are you supposed to do when there is a critical threat level? E-mail the terrorists and ask them to please calm down and think things through? Start digging your fall-out shelter? Be first in the queue at Tesco's for bottled water and bandages?
Call me dense and cynical, but I can't help but wonder if this is yet another way to get people panicking, so that there will be even less protest about the great big euphenism that is 'the war on terror'.
Anyway, enough amateur political comment. You really should read this, because it's bloody brilliant. The only thing that makes less sense to me than terror alerts direct to your inbox is putting the entire Jade Goody entourage in the BB house. Why couldn't it have been Jordan and Peter?
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