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Grim times
Mar. 20th, 2003 10:30 pm1. Just had a very exhausting phone conversation (aka shouting match) with a friend who also opposes t'war but for quite different reasons from my own. This is what' difficult about this new world situation (as opposed to the nice, old clear-cut Cold War situtation - well, you know how I mean that, I hope). Even the opposition is a multifarious bunch and I don't want to be bedfellows with all of them, necessarily.
2. Possibly we are going down to London to demonstrate on Saturday. With the kids. Will a porta-loo fit into my knapsack?
3. On a more trivial note (and my thoughts have been veering wildly from war worries to nugatoriness all day - it's been difficult to concentrate, actually): I found some non-pouty Orli pics! See? I'm not so recalcitrant that I can' t be swayed by a few obviously non-fashion shoot pickeroonies. Especially the between-cars one is rather nice. (What is that strange woollen sausage around the man's neck?)
4. I also found some lovely pics of Karl and Viggo in a temple. But my favourite of the bunch is this one:
( Hello, we are daggy tourists )
5. On a non-war note, I discovered that my son is learning utter rubbish in school. In history, they are doing the history of the school! My god, how boring and pointless is that. At home he has a Greek history book and his father gives him research tasks like "What was the role of women in ancient Greek society?" No wonder he's bored out of his brain at school.
Still, they're weaving a felt placemat so that's a very transferable skill in case he's ever stranded on a desert island and needs to set a dinner table.
*bangs head on a placemat embroidered with the national curriculum*
6. TV news are crap. Radio is better.
7. My brain is so addled that I'm confusing the real war aims with the shenanigans of Geoffrey, Mr Wainthropp, Tony, George, Saddy et al.
2. Possibly we are going down to London to demonstrate on Saturday. With the kids. Will a porta-loo fit into my knapsack?
3. On a more trivial note (and my thoughts have been veering wildly from war worries to nugatoriness all day - it's been difficult to concentrate, actually): I found some non-pouty Orli pics! See? I'm not so recalcitrant that I can' t be swayed by a few obviously non-fashion shoot pickeroonies. Especially the between-cars one is rather nice. (What is that strange woollen sausage around the man's neck?)
4. I also found some lovely pics of Karl and Viggo in a temple. But my favourite of the bunch is this one:
( Hello, we are daggy tourists )
5. On a non-war note, I discovered that my son is learning utter rubbish in school. In history, they are doing the history of the school! My god, how boring and pointless is that. At home he has a Greek history book and his father gives him research tasks like "What was the role of women in ancient Greek society?" No wonder he's bored out of his brain at school.
Still, they're weaving a felt placemat so that's a very transferable skill in case he's ever stranded on a desert island and needs to set a dinner table.
*bangs head on a placemat embroidered with the national curriculum*
6. TV news are crap. Radio is better.
7. My brain is so addled that I'm confusing the real war aims with the shenanigans of Geoffrey, Mr Wainthropp, Tony, George, Saddy et al.