There are, I think, few things more embarrasing in life than some one who is making an utter berk of themselves and doesn't realise. There is one though, and that is one that is making an utter berk of themselves, their friends are telling them, and still they carry on doing it. Its excrutiating to watch.

And so it is with the Daily Express.

As you may have guessed by now I am no great fan of this publication and its politics, it spreads right wing paranoia in a way that is utterly outrageous, however it is right wing paranoia that at least appeals to its core audiance and so you have to admire the business sense behind it (even if you don't like it very much).

However what is more absurd about this paper is its obsession with Princess Dianna and more to the point her death. At least twice a week, regularly more, they have screaming headlines about the cover ups and conspiracy theories that they are continuing to pedal. I don't know of anyone, be they a royalist, a republican or justdontgiveasodists who actually believe any of this. And in addition they simply rewrite the same story again and again and claim as some great new peice of investigative journalism akin to the Watergate case.

They are looking like complete berks, in fact everyone is just pointing and laughing. Its embarrassing. And it is being pointed out to them because they ar elosing readers by the thousand. Its excrutiating.

Its Leeds away in the Carling Cup!

After last years epic cup journey that took Barnet to Old Trafford (complete witht he worst refereeing decision in history) we have another crack at taking on a big name!

Ofcourse its not as glamorous as last year but hopefully that will work to our advantage. A team that should be scrapping for promotion to the premier league will hopefully both under estimate us and play a weakened team. Cardiff did it and came very unstuck.

Sepetmber 19 is the big day and it means a show down with my other halfs familly who are all Leeds fans. Can't wait!

The hysteria coming from the media with regard to immigration is reaching mind boggling proportions.

They are telling lies, out right lies. Today the Mail is banging on that we cannot afford the immigrants, citing the bill for benefits as evidence. What they didn't bother to mention was that they actually pay more tax than they draw either in benefits or through public services. The Sun has been ranting about them stealing our jobs. What they pailed to point out is the almost direct corolation between areas where imigrants settle and full employment, ie they are coming to do jobs that businesses over here can't get locals to do.

I think I might turn to drink.

I've just come back from the local shop and simply have to write something, because I was shocked at what I saw.

Yet another peice of journalism from my friend and yours, The Mail on Sunday, that borders on the plain evil. Once again they were banging on about imigration (from the Mail? Shurely Shome Mishtake?) but this time it also refered in the but just beneath the headline where they do the story in a couple of sentences, to an "HIV Time Bomb". I'm not sure of the exact context as I was so insensed I didn't bother to read the rest of it, but the sentiment is clear. Immigrants are deseased with something that still, despite the best efforts of those of us with a brain, has an appauling stigma attached to it and so should not be allowed near us.

It's like something out of Nazi Germany, and lest we forget, the proprioters of the Mail were Nazi sympathisers in the 1930's.

And it frightens me that some of my Cubs might end up reading garbage like this.

Paul Darce, kiss my hairy, liberal arse.

It's just a thought but 3 and a half years on they still haven't found those weapons of mass destruction that supposedly Bush and Blair knew Iraq had.

Have they?

And everyone seems to have forgotten.

But I haven't

Today, Sunday, was great. I got up late, I didn't get dressed till gone 12, I read the paper, I watched a couple of trashy films, phoned a couple of friends, baked some bread.

In short nothing that required any kind of mental or physical excertion at all! Absolutely nothing!

If I were to do that every day, or even every Sunday I would go utterly stir crazy, but to do it once in a while, just every now and then, is absolute bliss!