This Land is Your Land *

St Andrews Day greetings to all my bloggy friends.

Yes, I know, been away too long. So what have I been doing? Eh, not much really.
I suppose i could mention that I started and finished the first of the Henning Markell detective Wallander series which delves into racism in Sweden in the early 90s.
I paid a visit here to witness the first home victory of the season against Norwich.
I had a game myself in which, going in goals for the first half I had to endure a bit of this, but I did manage to pull off the odd one of these. Despite such heroics, and the fact that I only let in one in the half that I played in goal, we went down 6-1. We did have a nice pint here afterwards.
I also got to play one or two games of this - a very enjoyable way to spend a lunchtime, it has to be said.
Football and badminton aside, I think I'd be more suited playing this - it definitely appeals.
I have to admit that I got a wee bit annoyed at noticing that I'm listed under "wet, liberal and totally unreliable come the glorious day" by this bloke. Right, okay, my political activities don't add up to much these days, but I do take exception to someone who doesn't know you having the arrogance to presume what your ideology is. And, anyway, what fucking "glorious day" is he talking about. Presumably, him being in Brussels, it will be the day that the Belgian working class rise up against middle-class tossers and put them up against the wall where they belong?
But, really, forget that rant, I've been spending most of my time in recent weeks reading classic material from here and here and here and here and, with recent posts being a bit of a departure from her usual style, definitely here. Sorry Darren, but I refuse to include you here cos you're as lazy as me - and that goes for Kara also.
I've also decided to enlighten my head by introducing works by the likes of DH Lawrence to my reading list and I've started with Sons and Lovers. Let's just say it was getting rather steamy when reading this on the train coming home from work last night.

Anyway, intelligent design - that's one scary motherfucker of a theory. And the sole purpose of this creation (ironic use of the word there) is to get religion onto the curriculum of schools across the United States.

Here's a taster:

"So the miracle of life must begin with a string of miracles in order to communicate the code to all of the parts of the translating machinery and in order to ensure that the correct information is used. As you can see the omission or insertion of even one letter in either the DNA or the translation machinery makes the instructions useless. The code itself came from somewhere? Where? The code was communicated to the appropriate parts of the translation machinery so that it knew what it was translating. Who did this? One miracle is not enough. We must have hundreds of miracles coming together at precise times and places in order to even produce the translation of the code!"

There we have it - science is so unbelievably complex that there has just gotta be a creator there in the first place to have invented such miracles! Read more of this shit here - but please don't be convinced!

As I was saying, greetings on St Andrews Day and, although it's a bit late to be promoting the STUC's St Andrews Day anti-racism march and rally (it took place last Saturday), at least there is some time to go out and buy the ingredients for Scotland's national dish - and, no, it's not haggis!

*Woody Guthrie