Strange build up of Traffic
The freeway is jammed
And it's backed up for miles
The car is an oven and baking is wild - Iron Maiden, Man on the Edge

Blimey I can't get to work. I've just spent A good half hour trying to get to work and only managed to travel to the bottom of my road. Why? well not as you may think because I'm lazy but that the streets are completely jammed. After taking some sneakey short cuts I found out that the main road, which is usually nose to tail with none moving traffic, was empty of cars and started along that to work. Cackling madly to myself sure that I was passing all the fools who where stuck in traffic I ran into a police road block, and was told to turn around. So I've popped back home for a quick cuppa then another attempt.


UPDATE
Woohoo! I made it to work! Hang on D'oh!

UPDATE - 23.27
Just incase any of you think I make this stuff up:
Clicky

There Now Follows a Propaganda Broadcast on behalf of the BNP



While I'm sure you all know that I don't like to get started on politics, mainly because once I get up on my soap box it's rather hard to get me down from it, especially after I've had a pint or two.

However a week or so ago I was flicking through the channels on the television when I stumbled across a party political broadcast for none other then our friends the good ol' British National Party. There was a homeless dude (I've since been told he was introduced to us as a Falklands Veteran, I'm assuming a ex-soldier not a animal doctor here, I didn't know this at the time as I missed the very begining) wandering around the streets. Which you know isn't a nice thing, homelessness kids, not fun. All through this we get captions coming up blaming this on Labour and Conservatives letting in asylum seekers.

It must be great to be in the BNP and have that much faith. The Pope's faith is as nothing compared to these guys who adamantly believe that immigrants are responsible for all the social problems in the world (I really would like to know how if all immigrants a lazy sponging of the state cunts how come they also manage to steal all our jobs?).

For about the last third or so of the broadcast we are treated to the lovely BNP head honcho Nick Griffin outside of a police station, pledging to ?keep on telling the truth? about immigrants being child rapists ect. It was about here that I convinced myself that I must be watching some sort of comedy sketch show, such as Brass Eye. Sadly No.

But I suppose everyone is entitled to there own opinions. It does also feel good to live in a country where all partys can do a political broadcast not just the rich ones who happen to be best mates with a media mogual.