Lisbon Treaty dead?

"The EU is wondering what to do about Ireland's 'no' vote on the Treaty of Lisbon," said the newsreader this morning. How about 'Live with it'?
Ireland was the only country fortunate enough to have been allowed to have a referendum on it, and it's interesting that they returned a no vote, which leads me to wonder how many other countries would have done the same had they been given the opportunity. But of course, as commentators have openly said, the EU will keep chipping away at it until they get the result they want. The French and Dutch voted against the Constitution so it was brought back thinly disguised as the Lisbon Treaty. European Commission President, Jose Manuel Barroso has 'urged other EU states into ratifying the treaty after the surprise 'No' vote was confirmed.'
What a wonderful example of democracy the EU is.


Fuel? No panic.

"Don't panic," said our Gordon, "plenty of fuel for everyone, only one in ten garages will be affected, no need to worry, it'll be all-right, folks."
What a stupid thing to say. Anyone with half a brain would immediately realise that anything he says means the opposite. Hence the scenes of chaos at my local Sainsbury this afternoon with queues of cars waiting to grab any fuel going and queues of shoppers trying to get out of the car park as a result.


Football - again!!!!

People who know me quite well may harbour a suspicion that I am not a football fan.
They would be right. Not that I go on about it, of course, although my definition of football as a gang of twenty two idiots chasing a bag of wind round a field has certainly stood the test of time and is well remembered by various members of my family. So I have to stand up and be counted. For me that definition sums it up perfectly, plus the issue of all the millions of pounds, euros etc which said idiots are rewarded with and the stupid habit they have of jumping all over each other whenever one of them kicks it into the net.
If you have read this far, you will no doubt be getting my drift. So you probably won't be too suprised that I am considerably less than impressed by the way the TV schedules have been messed up by the latest dose. Instead of banishing the football to an obscure satellite channel, (Who wants to watch it anyway?) the men in suits are depriving me of my usual fixes of Emmerdale and Corrie!
What is wrong with these people???
(As you can see, withdrawal symptoms have well and truly kicked in.)


Plaster board and dust

So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...