Oh, THAT stalker shop
When the title talked about a "one-stop stalker shop" I thought it referred to Facebook...
Paris, because she WILL ONE DAY BE MINE! <demented cackle>
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I noticed the young Ms Baillie on the cover of a trashy men's magazine (Nuts, Zoo, something similar) at the weekend. Hasn't she done well in such a short space of time? And her publicist is the famed Max Clifford, which is quite a feat for a previously unknown exotic dancer.
It would, of course, be ridiculous to suggest that the anti-BBC coalition of The Daily Mail and Sky have furthered Manuel's niece's career simply so that they could score some points off Auntie Beeb while giving Georgina a boost in her quest to be a 'star' (or D-list celebrity - whatever).
Yes, ridiculous. Of course. But there's far more to this than meets the eye.
"Palin's political career is over and out."
With any luck, though there seem to be persistent rumours that she might make a run in 2012 (for the presidency, not the Olympic team). If she was nominated, it would show very clearly that the Republicans hadn't learnt a damn thing about shit-for-brains morons in positions of authority...
Professor Christopher Mulvey ... lamented: "...To get it right, you need to look up the rules every time you think an apostrophe might be needed - and do this for the next six months in order to 'internalise' the rules."
I would like to commend the good Professor on becoming one, given that it must have taken him a good number of decades to learn even the most basic academia. Six months to learn some grammar?!
I'm glad El Reg spotted the rather blatant piece of publicity-stunting there. Too many news organisations who should know better ... didn't.
The explanation might be that it's a slow news week. Pity the BBC then for being the sacrificial virgin to the media god on the alter of news (as Chris Morris - another witch-huntee - might have said).
At work we have a TV screen which is sometimes set to Sky News, as it was this lunchtime. I notice the Evil Empire is dedicating the sort of coverage to this which is normally reserved for major terrorist attacks, celebutard breast implants and (occasionally) serious news.
A mite opportunist, one might say?
Paris, because she may have slept with Russell Brand but no-one cares either (least of all Paris).
To quote the great Murray Walker: "Unless I'm very much mistaken..." Switzerland is part of the EEA as well, while simultaneously trying but failing to pick those bits of the EU they like whilst ignoring the bits they don't.
But Swiss bankers don't hide behind a veil of secrecy useful for hiding taxes, do they?
I really would like to see you try to keep EU citizens out of the UK, Jacqui. Only because you'd fail and lose your job.
Co-incidentally, I've just found a pair of floppy discs in my desk drawer at work left by a previous occupant circa 1995. They promise to get me on-line with Pipex Dial (!) v2.6. Do you think they'd still work or has this upgrade now scuppered my nefarious 14.4kbps plan for gopher domination?
We (London) may have good security but there's too much data flying around the airwaves anyway. In our Zone 3 flat (i.e.: 7 miles from the centre) I can find fifteen different wireless networks using my Windows Mobile phone and WiFiFoFum. Fifteen!
If I want to play on-line games I have to hook the Xbox up to the router using a cable because the unpredictability of wireless lag makes it tricky, even with a 16 Mb connection.
Paris, because she's blonde and lags behind the conversation a bit.
Those who campaign against the licence fee usually trot out one of four wobbly arguments:
1) "It's too expensive (but I pay for Sky)"
2) "I never watch BBC (but I pay to watch adverts on Sky)"
3) "We should have a choice over what we pay for (but, in reality, I'm too stupid to make decisions for myself because I prefer paying to watch utter dross followed by adverts on Sky)"
4) "I work for Sky."
So, with apologies to those who genuinely don't have a TV, I much prefer the option of bullying those who would see the end of our venerable, valuable though occasionally flawed BBC and turn British TV into the unwatchable 'experience' like what the Yanks have.
It's about quality over quantity, people.
...it's the difference of 189ml (or 6.65 fl. oz, a unit of measure I've never understood - surely that's confusing volume with mass?)
While the idea is good on paper, as 2/3 of a pint is a pleasantly quaffable measure, if 200ml makes that much difference to your level of soberness then you really should stick with cranberry juice.
That the British markets and currency are both down today is undoubtedly from Mervyn King's comments (and his holiness Gordon now, it would seem). Whether the news that we're in a bit of a pickle comes from the governor or whether the markets find out for themselves (and markets are very good at that) as events unfold the overall effect is much the same.
It's the five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance. I reckon we're somewhere between stages three and four (God knows there's been enough denial). Perhaps Merv is just helping us along the process, and surely sooner is better than later?
In short: don't shoot the messenger.
You're probably right, it's just "talking the market down" that's the root cause of all this. Not the £1.5 trillion of personal debt. Not the flood of cheap money after 2001. Not the unsustainable housing boom, nor the obligatory housing crash that was bound to follow. Not the reckless lending. Not the record levels of national debt. Not NuLabour's "economic miracle" based on the back of a bloated public sector. Definitely not Gordon Brown's very existence.
Nope, it's probably just Merv's fault for uttering the 'r' word.
Back in the real world, the good governor has been one of the few sane voices in this whole worldwide debacle. He should be Chancellor.
Perhaps one reason, out of many, is that we Europeans aren't that enamoured by the thought of all our transactions being recorded somewhere. As I live in London, Uncle Boris (previously Komrade Ken) already knows about my travelling habits through the Oyster card.
We need a good reason to have another little chunk of our privacy eroded. Like free pr0n - yes, that might do it.
Just to be pedantic, the 12 stars don't reflect the 12 founding members (mainly because, at the time, they couldn't agree on exactly how many members there were!).
There are different reasons for 12 but they can be pretty much summed up by "it just seemed like a nice number to have."
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Paris, because she's French. Isn't she...?
The whole point of a hedge fund is ... to hedge. So if he sees MSFT going down the pan why doesn't he just short-sell it and make money that way?
Perhaps because it's far riskier to short a stock, with potentially reduced reward, and he isn't actually that convinced of his own opinion.
The alien, because I can't understand what I'm doing writing in support of Bill's Baby.
Your question itself reflects the problem with the current situation: namely, that any attempt to reign in the press is met with howls of "censorship" and "freedom of the media" from the vested interests (yes, I know you didn't). Naming and shaming a corrupt politician: obviously necessary. Naming and shaming a possible paedophile (thank you, Daily Mirror): more likely an invitation to mob rule. But hey, it makes us look good to morons.
Is it right that Mosley and paediatricians should have to suffer for the freedom of the sewer press to boost their sales by printing anything they please? Max's unpopular role within the FIA might have induced a little schadenfreude, but still I say no. The balance is too far towards the media and a little recalibration might even improve the quality of the UK's news (God help us - no, not you Rupert).
Of course, who is it that would actually decide whether a story was published or not under Mosley's system? Pity the poor bugger who would; damned if they do and damned if they don't.
Paris, because why would you care what she does in her 'private' life? Apart from titillation, of course (he he, I said "tit")