Oh for god sake

Met Office defends 'barbecue summer' forecast saying rain was hard to predict.

The Met Office has quietly defended itself against its derided prediction of a "barbecue summer" by claiming its forecasters got the temperature right - just not the amount of rain.

Its forecasters have now admitted that they are not very good at predicting the amount of rain that will fall.

Ok, tell me something I did not know and also which grade A imbecile sanctioned that to go out as a statement................I mean how to make yourself look bloody stupid!!!!!

The economy is over the worst and Labour did it......puke

Gordon Brown is hoping to convince voters that the British economy is through the worst — and that it was a Labour Government got us through it.

See Here.

And if you believe that they al-Megrahi was just a compassionate release and Afghanistan is winnable.

Mr Darling said yesterday that he expected the British economy to start growing again around the end of this year — as a result of measures such as the bank bailouts, emergency tax cuts and the fiscal stimulus package.

Even if this is correct economists widely expect unemployment to continue to rise, peaking at about 3 million next year from the current 2.38 million.

See this post here last time badger made a financial statement.

Alistair Darling, who is hosting the meeting, will try to ensure greater international co-operation in response to the banking crisis.

Mr Darling will also have to address the issue of executive bonuses — Nicolas Sarkozy, the French President, has already been seeking support from Angela Merkel, the German Chancellor, to introduce global rules on rewards for traders. Mr Sarkozy is trying to push the issue high on the agenda of the G20 summit in Pittsburgh later this month.

But if you look at it both France and Germany have a manufacturing base far greater than ours. There dependancy upon financial trading is a damn site less than the UK's so whats the betting thats a non starter then?????

And see here for bets on the PM going to the G20.........just gonna love that quiet chat over a drink in the eve...........oh to be a fly on the wall

Pressies for real men.............a series

Lockerbie letters to be made public

Lockerbie letters between Downing Street and Scottish Executive to be made public.

Ok so I am not breaking ground with an exclusive story here buts lets be honest shall we.

The phone between Holyrood and Westminster must have been red hot last night and thoose poor secretaries typing well into the night.




Ring Ring

Hello

Gordon its Peter. I am going to send you a draft of what I need said tomorrow. Dont worry we will keep my name out of its and lets those scotchmen carry the can.

Ring Ring

Hello

Alec its Gordon, Peter says......

Stop there Gordon.......whats in it for me????????????

Scottish lonely-hearts column

Grossly overweight Buckie turf-cutter, 42 years old and 23 stone,

Gemini, seeks nimble sexpot, preferably South American, for tango

sessions, candlelit dinners and humid nights of screaming passion. Must

have own car and be willing to travel. Box 09/08



Aberdeen man, 50, in desperate need of a shag. Anything considered.

Box06/03



Heavy drinker, 35, Glasgow area, seeks gorgeous sex addict interested

in pints, fags, Celtic football club and starting scraps on Sauchiehall

Street at three in the morning. Box 73/82.



Bitter, disillusioned Dundonian lately rejected by longtime fiancée

seeks decent, honest, reliable woman, if such a thing still exists in

this cruel world of hatchet-faced bitches. Box 53/41



Ginger-haired Partick troublemaker, gets slit-eyed and shirty after a

few scoops, seeks attractive, wealthy lady for bail purposes, maybe

more. Box 84/87



Artistic Edinburgh woman, 53, petite, loves rainy walks on the beach,

writing poetry, unusual sea-shells and interesting brown rice dishes,

seeks mystic dreamer for companionship, back rubs and more as we bounce

along like little tumbling clouds on life's beautiful crazy journey.

Strong stomach essential Box 12/32



Chartered accountant, 42, seeks female for marriage. Duties will

include cooking, light cleaning and accompanying me to office social

functions.

References required. No timewasters. Box 23/45



Bad-tempered, foul-mouthed old bastard living in a damp cottage in the

arse end of Orkney seeks attractive 21-year old blonde lady with big

tits. Box 40/27



Devil-worshiper, Stirling area, seeks like-minded lady for wining and

dining, good conversation, dancing, romantic walks and slaughtering

dogs in cemeteries at midnight under the flinty light of a pale moon.

Box 52/07



Attractive brunette, Maryhill area, winner of Miss Wrangler competition

at Framptons Nightclub, Maryhill, in September 1978, seeks nostalgic

man who's not afraid to cry, for long nights spent comfort-drinking and

listening to old Abba records. Please, Please! Box 30/41



Govan man, 27, medium build, brown hair, blue eyes, seeks alibi for the

night of February 27 between 8pm and 11.30pm

Not in the mood for being sensible

Today I am not in a very serious mood.

I am in pain from the weekends sporting triumph.

The ibuprofen and paracetamol combo seem finally to be doing the trick.

Today I am posting stupidity stuff.

Others have the really great posts

i.e Libya and Jack Straws letters
Macaskill current position Ainsworth new smears
Brown in Afghanistan and the income tax question
No more bullets in training.

Therefore a wee video.
Who has ever had a vain or constant image person in there life that just wants to be around when such a thing as this is done.

Gordon Brown in Afghanistan Photo Opportunity

H/T Gerald Scarfe Cartoons

Pressies for Real Men............a Series

Update as to the Greyhounds

I am in bloody agony.

This morning in our 5* Premier Travel Inn..............notice the word Premier it resembled that car crash scene in the movie "Gone in 60 Secs".

Hideous.

Suffice to say though loading said bus up and returning home.

Oh and in case anyone cared..................WE WON!!!

I will give a wee report a little later on.
When I can actually see the keyboard!!

Come On you Greyhounds

Well TLOTF sits awaiting the arrival of the charabanc.

It will pick me up and all my kit and take my good self and the members of the most fantastic Greyhounds RFC team to the lovely city of Newcastle for the weekend.

Here we will engage in sporting combat with others in the senior league of the greatest game in the world.

Yes we are the greyhounds..........and that is a ref to our pace and agility nothing to do with our hair colour or age.

As the tournament is all weekend everyone can rest assured that alcohol consumption will be refrained from but as we are all paid up members of the temperance society that was never in question anyway.

I have been selected at flanker and now normally I play at centre, so you can also all rest assured that I will get a real good kicking all weekend.

But my superb fitness and athletic prowess will see me through.....cough cough.
Failing that I have a boat load of ibuprofen and paracetamol to make the pain go away.

So we have our new strips with our Saltires bright and loud, and to quote Richard 3rd .......once more into the breech dear friends once more. (I might be wrong with that quote by the way).

But as we step onto the field of battle I am reminded of the Highlander and that immortal line "There can be only 1".

Come on the Greyhounds!!!!!!!!!

Updates as to how many points we rammed up them next week!!!!