Archive for July, 2005

Wednesday, July 20th, 2005

This is one of the funniest things I have ever read: One should take into account that when Heebs are drawn against Iranian wrestlers, the Iranian authorities refuse to fight. Here we see the Holy Land missing a golden PR opportunity when a Swedish-Iranian muslim inadvertently finds himself on a plane to Israel, and the […]

Monday, July 18th, 2005

I have just started a 7 week stint working for a strategic consultancy firm, organising an e-government publicity event in the Palace of Westminster, attended by government, local council execs, and business people. The head of the organisation is a nice Half-Heeb, and the best part is that it is very well renumerated, and […]

Thursday, July 14th, 2005

A Stop the War Coalition press release reaches me:
Press release
The Stop the War Coalition would like to make it absolutely clear that the Jamaican born Lindsey Germaine identified in a New York Times report today as the possible fifth suspect in the London bombings is entirely unconnected with Lindsey German, the London born convenor, […]

Wednesday, July 6th, 2005

A mentor of mine at Cambridge, a Junior Research Fellow (fast-track to tenured don-dom), responded to my Olympian post below this post:
‘Blade’,
Who could ever doubt that Jacques the sumo fanatic would be felled by Hague’s mighty judo trainer? Seriously though it is amazing that London managed to beat Paris in the art of devious multilateral […]

Wednesday, July 6th, 2005

Nearly a year ago, during the dark days of winter 2004, I trooped along to a small open meeting in a backroom in London, to hear a presentation on the London 2012 bid. I sat eagerly in the audience as an olympic gold medallist rower (with whom I have rowed in the same regattas, albeit […]

Sunday, July 3rd, 2005

I went to Harrogate, in Yok-shire, for a brother’s wedding. We went by train on Wednesday night, and returned on Friday. Getting there was chaos, as train lines were struck by lightning and we all had to sit in a waiting room with bags, like refugees escaping pogromage. Then we were shunted for another hour […]