Bart Simpsons A Thief! …

November 27, 2006 at 5:46 pm

Something interesting showed up when I checked my bank statement last week. A withdrawal of £200 from a US bank. I rang my bank up to ask what on earth is going on and they said that my debit card had been used in Springfield USA the day before. The guy then asked if I was in America yesterday! Um, yup, I was in the Kwik-E-Mart and bought a Nintendo Wii from Apu!

They asked me a load more questions and then finally said that they believe it is fraud. ( That’s nice of them! ) and that I’ll get my money back in 3 - 4 weeks and that my card will be cancelled and I have to wait a week for another. Great seeing as it’s almost Christmas and I’m now £200 worse off.

Bastards.

Oh a happier note, I saw the Magic Numbers play in Bristol the other week. I managed to get two last minute tickets on ebay for less than the full price. Apart from the venue being quite small, it was a really good concert. They played a mixture of songs from their old and new albums as well as a very long encore! If you’re a fan of the first album then I would recommend their second. It seems a bit more upbeat but still has some great melodies.

This weekend was spent at home, sober, as I was on call again. This was quite good timing as thanks to Bart, I couldn’t have gone out anyway. Sadly though I was called out a hell of a lot and only had 6 hours sleep in total for the whole weekend. Which explains why I’m at home at the moment feeling rather rough!

Still, only four days left till I finish, and it’s the weekend.

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For the Fallen …

November 12, 2006 at 11:00 am

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

Laurence Binyon

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