Whenever I watch a video of people getting shot to bits from a circling helicopter, I'm always put in mind of this passage from that book:
April 4th, 1984. Last night to the flicks. All war films. One very good one of a ship full of refugees being bombed somewhere in the Mediterranean. Audience much amused by shots of a great huge fat man trying to swim away with a helicopter after him, first you saw him wallowing along in the water like a porpoise, then you saw him through the helicopters gunsights, then he was full of holes and the sea round him turned pink and he sank as suddenly as though the holes had let in the water, audience shouting with laughter when he sank. then you saw a lifeboat full of children with a helicopter hovering over it. there was a middle-aged woman might have been a jewess sitting up in the bow with a little boy about three years old in her arms. little boy screaming with fright and hiding his head between her breasts as if he was trying to burrow right into her and the woman putting her arms round him and comforting him although she was blue with fright herself, all the time covering him up as much as possible as if she thought her arms could keep the bullets off him. then the helicopter planted a 20 kilo bomb in among them terrific flash and the boat went all to matchwood. then there was a wonderful shot of a child's arm going up up up right up into the air a helicopter with a camera in its nose must have followed it up and there was a lot of applause from the party seats but a woman down in the prole part of the house suddenly started kicking up a fuss and shouting they didnt oughter of showed it not in front of kids they didnt it aint right not in front of kids it aint until the police turned her turned her out i dont suppose anything happened to her nobody cares what the proles say typical prole reaction they never --
Charlie: Alright! So, you guys are... taking precautions? Bella: OK, Dad? Please just don't worry about that. Edward is.... old school. Charlie: Old school? Great! What's that? Like code for something? Bella: Oh my god! Dad! I'm a virgin! Charlie: Aaaah...okay! Good! Glad we covered that! Bella: [running away] Me too! Charlie: Hm... Virgin! Liking Edward a little bit more now... Little Boy In Back Row Of Cinema: What's a virgin? Little Boy's Mother: I'll tell you later.True story.
It's Timmy Time!
Timmy (Baah), It's Timmy (Baah) He's the little lamb with a lot to learn. Timmy (Baah), It's Timmy (Baah) He's a handful of trouble at every turn.
Timmy leaves the farm, And goes out into the world. Trying to be cool, he's number one! He joins all his friends. On the big adventure, And he's always having such a lot of fun.
A lot of fun!
Timmy (Baah), It's Timmy (Baah) He's the little lamb with a lot to learn. Timmy (Baah), It's Timmy (Baah) He's a handful of trouble at every turn. And he's always having such a lot of fun.
A lot of fun!
Timmy (Baah) It's Timmy (Baa) He's the little lamb with a lot to learn (Baaah).
It's Timmy time!
.........I think I just remembered why I dont swing by as much as I used too......ooops must dash, I have to do a poo poo in the la la loo loo
[2010-03-05 11:11:35 GMT]

To mark the occasion, I think I will have to contrive some way of queueing 2010 to play extremely loudly at approximately 2009-12-31 23:58:23.
Happy New Year, people. I hope you all (especially those of you living in the Banana Republic of Ireland) make it through intact.
This is LeSinge.org v3.0. It's on its sixth* server since I registered the domain name in November of 2000 and it has gone through several drastic facelifts in that time, usually prompted by some cataclysmic event like someone deleting a load of files they shouldn't, or a server being shut down. This is the maddest layout yet; I'm trying to fit the entire weblog (apart from diary archives and the gallery) into a single loading page using all sorts of PHP-generated DHTML jiggery-pokery. The idea is to make it more inviting to look around since there's no loading between "pages". It's still a work in progress (more a proof of concept than anything), so be patient!
I'm Slut Bunwalla! Dave Whyte, an Irish CS graduate, German speaker,
linguist and incredibly talented web developer. I'm originally from
Fermoy but I now live in Newbridge with my
wife Beth and our son. I'm currently working for these fine folks and enjoying it
greatly.
My nom de guerre comes from an old Eddie Izzard comedy sketch. I also like Calvin & Hobbes. I've cobbled together a searchable archive of the strips.
Or: Meebo me!
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Dave, it's imperative that you are removed from society.
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