27.01.2009 - 2:20 p.m.

The one thing i love to see more than anything in our public institutions is short-sighted wankiness, it reassures me that i'm not just one more paranoid nutter, ranting about things i can't change without getting a police record in the process.

The bbc in this case has said it won't cover a benefit appeal for gaza to "maintain its impartiality"

I was confused about this statement until i paused for a microsecond to contemplate how the bbc sees it's impartiality in a wider sense. They were happy to cover appeals for Darfur and other sectarian, warlord sponsored crappiness happening all over the african continent, because it's easy to paint the faceless janjaweed or congolese rebels as inhuman monsters, slicing up babies and so on

But this time the inhuman monsters dealing out steaming ladles of misery are israel, and given that the best way to rise through the echelons in the bbc is to be gay or jewish (or a gay jew if you can manage it) i can see that this brings in a clear conflict of interest, and the best way to get past a conflict of interest is to say no even if it increases the hypocrite factor exponentially, facing down criticism is easy compared to compromising an ideology. Not to mention the whole english "support israel because we really kicked off the whole train-wreck, and we can't be seen to stray from the instructions handed to us by the US administration"

It's no surprise that Sky said they would not air the appeal, Sky being a part of the evil scum pond that is News International, their pro-israel, anti-brown-people stance is not a secret and also falls neatly in line with ambitions of the USA to bring unfettered capitalist, homogenised dogma to every part of the planet via the power of Murdoch's media empire.

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In september (or thereabouts) and following the death of Jaspercat (j's beloved wee poozle) we got a couple of kittens, not the kittens we intended to get, but we were judged to be so complete and perfect as the cat people that we are, that the rescue lady said we were perfect for two little tabby strays captured in a garden, we got them home and began the process of humanising them. Four months on they are now the same size as our petit 5 year old girly black cat and have become so attached to us that Punky demands to be carried by J at all times (when he's not arseing about, eating or shitting)

The pair of them, punky is the classic tabby on the left and fozzy is the stripey mackeral on the right, punky's head is blurry 'cos he's washing fozzy, how adorable

Fozzy in his 'cat-trap' position, waiting patiently for some hand-prey to trigger the spiky trap of claws

This punky is not the punky mentioned in this diary about three years ago, this punky is named in honour of his uncle punky (who at the time was named No.16, because he was a prisoner, just like the rest of us but moreso) because they both have the same expression of quizzical knowledge and both look like they're constantly working stuff out in their minds (doorhandles, televisions etc) the final act will be to make punky junior play fetch like punky senior, only then will the process be complete.

One thing i've never understood, even from when they were only 8 weeks old, how can a kitten eight inches long lay a shit a good six inches long ? even now (possibly even at this exact moment in time) they're laying shits half the length of their bodies, once they're fully grown in another 8 months or so i fully expect to lifting crap out of the tray with a shovel rather than a itty-bitty-kitty-shitty-scoop, the transition in the springtime to outdoors life, and in particular outdoors shitting, will be a welcome respite for us and will mark the end of years of domination of the litter tray in our house.

Yay, no more stinky kitty's, that deserves a celebratory drink, pint of Brasilla anyone ?