So this is it, I suppose. The “pre-emptive response” is about to start (or may have already done so depending on your news reporters of choice). Well we’ve had a war against an abstract noun, so why not an oxymoron? Blatant disregard for the English language aside, however, what scares me most about this imminent war is the fact that we are doing this without the backing of the United Nations. Sure, you can argue…

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I received the following spam email today. My name is not John. I suspect someone has set this up to look like you have accidentally received someone else’s email about some scam to trick you into giving them your bank details. It’s rather odd getting spam that has apparently originated in the UK (note the reference to the “Who Wants to be a Millionaire” scam court case thing – nice touch). I’m so used to…

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I quit my job today. It was a rather strange and oddly liberating experience actually. Suddenly everything I have stressed about for the last two and a 1/4 years at work is of absolutely no consequence (well, of course it was always inconsequential, but now I don’t have to worry about it anymore; it is well and truly somebody else’s problem). Rather bizarrely, I am still pretending that I haven’t resigned, as my boss is…

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This is a very interesting article about media coverage of Gulf War I. Funny thing happened to me on the way to work this morning. I was reading that Metro rag on the train (yes, I know, but the letters page is unintentionally hilarious and I try not to make a habit of it). Anyway, they described the response to Robin Cook’s resignation speech as consisting of “warm applause”. That’s funny, I was under the…

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Well, I said there would be other contributors, and now there are. Disappearing text and initial teething problems aside, rob’s page is now up and running. Home to Paste Magazine’s very own “Bridget Jones” (Days since my last cigarette? c’mon….)

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Doh! Radiohead tickets went on sale over the weekend but I only found out about it this morning and they are all gone now (apart from Belfast, but that is not exactly convenient). Oh well, I’ll have to make do with seeing them at Glastonbury then I suppose.

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“There’s a voice, that keeps on calling me. Down the road, is where I’ll always be. Every stop i make, I’ll make a new friend. Can’t stay for long, just turn around and i’m gone again. Maybe tomorrow, i’ll wanna settle down, until tomorrow, i’ll just keep moving on down this road, that never seems to end, where new adventure, lies just around the bend so if you wanna join me for a while, just…

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Fantastic. Check out The Idler magazine’s attempts to find the crappest towns in the UK. I particularly like the description of Southport: “When Morrisey wrote “Every day is like Sunday”, you get the feeling that he had just spent the afternoon in Southport.” Having recently spent the weekend there, this is rather apt, I think.

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