It seems that, just because of a bit of previous with goats, some of you expect me to be reporting on this guy who married the goat.
But how about the other guy – the one who didn’t marry the goat? What’s his story? Bet none of you thought of that, did you?
God, just get over the goat.
Britain’s Prince William, who did not marry a goat yesterday
You know I wouldn’t normally take an interest in a bizarre goat item, but something about the Sun story Man’s sex with goat caught my attention. I think it was the quote from Detective Inspector Dave Crinnion:
I saw the goat the next day — it did not seem too upset but it is difficult to tell.
Difficult, sure – but not impossible. Was it rocking quietly in a corner and crying, Dave? Was it listening to all its old Sade albums? Was it cutting the sleeves off jackets and letting the phone ring out? These are the signs you need to look for.
Just another example of the police’s shoddy attitude to goat welfare in this country. And meanwhile a couple of suspected terrorists get 250 dedicated officers crawling all over them. I feel some balance is called for.
Link from Darren.
The ingrates over at the Guardian have started whining about the quality of comment they’re receiving. Talk about insensitive! They’re like the big fat rich kid who complains Santa brought him the wrong kind of robot while everyone else has to make do with darned socks again. Here at blogrot, way beyond the furthest flung edges of the “blogosphere”, we’re lucky if a comment drifts past every couple of months. Mostly, posting here is a lot like throwing messages in bottles off a remote desert island.
I’ve even thought about letting some of the spam comments through just to make the place look a bit more lively. Here’s one example I received yesterday from a chap named “jacksonville hotels”:
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An intriguing insight into a disturbed mind, especially with the accompanying URL which I’ve excised out of coyness. Mind you, if I had a name like that I imagine I’d be a bit odd.
