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peterbirks) wrote2006-09-14 05:48 pm
peterbirks) wrote2006-09-14 05:48 pm
Things My Grandfather Saw
Well, bugger me, I've chopped it off AGAIN with SportingBet. If this carries on I'll have to quit the forex field and start punting equities. It's rare that you get one case of "market gets jitters, marks down share price too much, which promptly recovers half the loss", but to get the same thing happening to the same stock within a couple of months is, well, Paradise.
£300 last time, £360 this (in at 153p on Monday, out at 189p just over an hour ago). Hardly earth-shattering, but it's nice to build up a few quid in the Barclays account.
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Did anyone see the news item this morning about the Old Age Pensioner stuck in a manhole for half an hour, and on-one would help him. Eventually, he said, he managed to manoeuvre himself, despite a gash that would need 47 stitches and two broken ribs, so that he could get hold of his mobile (pensioners with mobile phones! whatever next!) and telephone the police.
Needless to say, the media talked about "heartless Britain" without looking into deeper causes. Because, you know whose fault it is that this poor guy was ignored? I'll tell you. Jeremy fucking Beadle and Ashton tosspot Kutcher. That's who. And, add on as additional persons who should take the blame, every personal liability ambulance-chasing lawyer inthe world, and anyone who has watched Punk'd (or Beadle's About) and chuckled.
Let's face it, each and ebery one of the poor bastards who walked by this old guy probably said to themselves, "Gee, I'd like to help him, but there's probably a hidden camera somewhere, and I'll be made fun of. And, if there isn't a hidden camera, what would happen if he died, or got hurt? I'd probably get sued, or arrested, or something. No, safer for me to just walk on by. But, hell, I'd really have liked to have helped him."
So, all you watchers of Punk'd who chuckled away (I can't believe that any readers of this Blog would have seen any of the Beadle shows, let alone laughed at them), the fact that this poor guy spent half an hour in a manhole, with two broken ribs and a gash that needed 47 stitches, is all your fault.
I hope that you feel suitably contrite.
£300 last time, £360 this (in at 153p on Monday, out at 189p just over an hour ago). Hardly earth-shattering, but it's nice to build up a few quid in the Barclays account.
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Did anyone see the news item this morning about the Old Age Pensioner stuck in a manhole for half an hour, and on-one would help him. Eventually, he said, he managed to manoeuvre himself, despite a gash that would need 47 stitches and two broken ribs, so that he could get hold of his mobile (pensioners with mobile phones! whatever next!) and telephone the police.
Needless to say, the media talked about "heartless Britain" without looking into deeper causes. Because, you know whose fault it is that this poor guy was ignored? I'll tell you. Jeremy fucking Beadle and Ashton tosspot Kutcher. That's who. And, add on as additional persons who should take the blame, every personal liability ambulance-chasing lawyer inthe world, and anyone who has watched Punk'd (or Beadle's About) and chuckled.
Let's face it, each and ebery one of the poor bastards who walked by this old guy probably said to themselves, "Gee, I'd like to help him, but there's probably a hidden camera somewhere, and I'll be made fun of. And, if there isn't a hidden camera, what would happen if he died, or got hurt? I'd probably get sued, or arrested, or something. No, safer for me to just walk on by. But, hell, I'd really have liked to have helped him."
So, all you watchers of Punk'd who chuckled away (I can't believe that any readers of this Blog would have seen any of the Beadle shows, let alone laughed at them), the fact that this poor guy spent half an hour in a manhole, with two broken ribs and a gash that needed 47 stitches, is all your fault.
I hope that you feel suitably contrite.
Re: This is the Wind-Up
Or, as they say in the US. Whoopsy, my bad.
PJ