This has so far not been this blog’s most glorious week.  The Lords pictures are all recomposed and ready to go up, but I still have to recompose the patter in between them.  The effort to rescue the Word file today ended in failure, very quickly.  Tomorrow maybe.  Like I say, doing it is much easier than blogging it.  So, more stream of consciousness drivel.

Here is a quote from an otherwise extremely forgettable romantic comedy, called Failure to Launch, concerning which critical responses have veered between okay and vomit.  Sarah Jessica Parker to Matthew McConaughey:

Do you want to spend the rest of your life having fun?  Or do you want to spend it with me?

I watched that last night, while redoing those pictures.  I thought it was well-executed garbage.  Is this better than good stuff badly done?  Often.

On the right, a different picture, of my friend Michael taken by my friend Elena, with Michael’s mobile phone.

Next, cricket news.  Today, Justin Langer played his first and according to the BBC maybe his last game for Somerset, against Surrey, who took an uncharacteristic hammering in the field.  Somerset made 668-8. of which Langer made 342.  So, he shows up for one game, and not even one game in Somerset, scores a triple century, and immediately buggers off back to Australia.  How cool is that?

Very cool indeed, unlike the London weather.  However, my refrigeration by hot bath (see previous posting but one) is working amazingly well, even if no commenter has yet explained it.  The latest effort is hopeless.  You just stand something cold next to something hot, and the hotness is drained out of the hotness.  But the point is, refrigeration makes coldness out of nothing.  Obviously if you put very very cold stuff next to averagely cold stuff, the cold stuff gets even colder, but that’s only if you start with very very cold stuff.  With a lot of coldness you can obviously contrive some moderate coldness.  But that’s not refrigeration.  Refrigeration is when you don’t have any very cold coldness to start with, only some electicity, but that at the end of it, you have icecubes etc.  As the man said: How do make a small fortune in sport?  You start with a large fortune.

News re the Middle East.  President Bush today summed up his view with one of those calculated Presidential asides, along the lines of: If Hizbollah stop with all their shit, then it’s problem solved.  Google google, yes, here we go:

“See, the irony is that what they need to do is get Syria to get Hizbullah to stop doing this shit and it’s over.”

Hizbollah, Hizbullah, Hezbollah.  I vote Hizb Allah.

Michael Portillo, on BBC1’s late night TV poltical chitchat show thought this latest Bushism to be unpardonably “simplistic”.  Ah yes, two plus two equals four.  How primitive.  We sophisticates know better.

And that concludes today’s obligatory posting.  On this blog you get guaranteed quantity (one posting per day) but quality fluctuates wildly, between postings and, as today, within postings.