The Guardian continues to impress. The stuff about the dodgy oil traders dumping toxic waste in Africa, then getting an injunction to prevent the paper from saying that an MP had tabled a question in the Commons about it was excellent. The equally dodgy lawyers got a black eye, and big questions were aired about legal process.
Today, the paper is telling us about the Met Police's system for keeping on computer details of people (and their cars) who have gone to demos against e.g. arms trading, coal-fired power plants etc. It starts to sound like the old East German Stasi. They'll be asking us to inform on our neighbours next. I wonder which politicians authorise this kind of thing, or more worryingly, if they don't, how does the Met get away with it?
You thought big sport was dodgy, but atleast it doesn't impinge on civil liberties. And Liverpool gave ManU a seeing to.
And small sport's OK. Fifteen of us went out this morning, and your humble correspondent won. By virtue of a forty-foot putt on the 18th. You have to make these moves when it matters. And a tax-free ten quid is important in these troubled times.
There is a very busy week coming up, but I have thought about it so much that it is now looking pretty straightforward. I roasted a chicken last night, so I will have a chuck mayo salad next, there will be curried remains, and the carcase will provide stock for a minestrone on Sunday. Then no more chicken for a month.
This weather is very nice. I even had laundry on the line yesterday. My action plan has no entry for tomorrow, so I may have to play golf.
