according to a uni of utah study it requires an astounding 23 tonnes of prehistoric plant matter to produce each litre of petrol we burn in our cars.

bitches are back!

last week i was having a few drinks at G (newcastles finest homosexual establishment) when a friend called to say that bitchcraft (newcastles finest band) were playing at a pub nearby. we sculled our drinks & ran around the corner to see the girls doing their thing for the first time in years. it was a beautiful sight, the new songs are brilliant, i can't wait to see them again. welcome back bitchcraft. we love you <3>

Lego that knife!

20 November 2006

LARGO, Florida: Police are looking for a little girl who tried to steal Lego at knife-point.

The girl, tried to walk out of a Wal-Mart with two boxes of the plastic building blocks hidden under her coat.

When challenged by a store assistant, she pulled out a 25cm carving knife and threatened the employee.

Talked into dropping the knife, she ran out of the store and rode away on her bicycle




sleater-kinney

eggshells

last week sydney had the coldest november day for 100 years! so of course when i got home from work all i wanted was a boiled egg. not too much to ask. i had a fresh carton in the fridge. i opened it & was saddened to find that one was broken. i picked out another & popped it into the water. the bastard cracked & white spewed out everywhere. i hate that. but i'm no quitter so i chose another. all seemed fine until the time came to peel it. i cracked it & pulled back a section of the shell. staring back at me was a slimy, feathered creature that i probably would have found quite cute had it not been sitting in boiling water for several minutes. instead i felt sick. and sad. the saddness stayed with me until the next day when i saw a scrawny old dog who reminded me of my dear tess. the human walking with her was an elderly woman with a kind smile, they walked into the post office that i was loitering outside. a few minutes later they came back out, the dog carrying the mail in her mouth. i watched as they slowly walked up the street. you could see that between them was a love that will never grow old

the race that stops a nation WON'T STOP ME!

i took this from... www.animalaid.org.uk



Horse racing

Most people regard horse racing as a harmless sport in which the animals are willing participants who thoroughly enjoy the thrill. The truth is that behind the scenes lies a story of immense suffering.
Beneath its glamorous façade, commercial horse racing is a ruthless industry motivated by financial gain and prestige. Cruelty? You can bet on it!
Approximately 15,000 foals are born into the racing industry each year, yet only a third go on to become racers. Those horses who do not make the grade may be killed for pet food, fed to hunting hounds or repeatedly change hands in a downward spiral of neglect. Of those horses who do go on to race, around 375 are raced to death every year.
The notoriously cruel Grand National in particular brings shame on Britain as a nation of 'animal lovers' - since 1997, the three day meet at Aintree has claimed the lives of 30 horses. Animal Aid repeated its call for the Grand National to be banned following scenes in the 2004 race that one television commentator described as 'carnage'.
Every April Animal Aid promotes Horse Racing Awareness Week, which culminates on the day of the Grand National. Almost every year without exception, horses have been killed at the three-day event.

more gems from work

"to discover how permeable your skin is, rub your feet with garlic; you'll breath it out of your mouth 20 minutes later"