A Mischief Of Magpies

If the Sun were the size of a beach ball then Jupiter would be the size of a golf ball and a Mischief of Magpies would be as small as a pea.

Monday, November 21, 2005

Boring Techical Announcement

Hello,
It has been brought to my attention that a handful of readers are having problems with the comments. I too had difficulties but have been able to comment using the following method.

1. Right click the mouse.
2. Select Open In New Window.
3. Comment

If anyone who is really technical knows what might be wrong, let me know.

Death by firing squad

The latest news in the Gary Glitter child sex abuse story is that he could be sentenced to death by firing squad.

I'm not sure what I think about this. On one hand, I have always said I don't believe in capital punishment because I think killing someone for any reason is murder, not to mention cases where innocent people are wrongly convicted. On the other hand, this man is a monster, as are all sex offenders, and he has proved that he can't be rehabilitated.

There doesn't seem to be an easy answer. If he's not to be put to death, what happens to him ? The only way to make sure he can't do anything like this again is to lock him up for the rest of his life, which costs the taxpayer money. The justice system in Britain is completely screwed up when it comes to this type of crime. Sentences can range from probabtion (ha !) to a few years in prison. Very rarely are sex offenders actually given life sentences but even then they are usually released early. Free to go and live next to a school and do it again.

There are people out there who say that paedophiles are ill and that it is a sickness. I disagree completely with that. There is no medical reason that would force someone to act on these feelings. I don't believe any amount of therapy will help. Paedophiles are evil and they cannot be rehabilitated. They will always be a danger to society.

So maybe the Vietnamese have got it right. You can't solve the problem so just take it away. I may not like it but I won't be shedding any tears.

Mischief of Magpies Person of the Year Award

I'd like to make the first nomination for this newly-formed and highly prestigious award.

My nomination goes to the anonymous author of the following advert in the 'Eye Need' section of the latest edition of Private Eye:

"Ambitious young idealist seeks £1.8 billion to buy the Daily Mail and close it down. Every little helps. S/C: 110772. A/C 00663004."

At last, a cause worth supporting...

George Best


It's difficult to know what to say about the unfortunate George Best without sounding either mawkish or hideously calous.

George Best is a bit of a dirty word to some people. To Des McKeown, now manager of Stenhousmuir FC, Best is not worthy of the reverence he received from his public. As a player of average abilityMcKeown is brutally scathing in his book "Don't Give Up The Day Job" about a man with a great talent who then pissed it up the wall, retiring long before he should have. There can be nothing more annoying as a journeyman pro who works a full week in a job, trains twice a week with his club and maintains a fitness regime off his own back, to see the likes of Best and his various pisshead soulmates down the years(Baxter,Gazza etc) revered and idolised unquestioningly by the media and fans whilst treating their god given talent with contempt.

So, what would Best have been like had he been teetotal, had he been a dilligent learner of the game, had he kept himself physically fit and limited himself to only one Miss World a week............? Well, He'd have been a better footballer and for far longer but it seems to be a law of football and a few other sports that the more natural talent you have, the less likely you are to attempt to improve yourself and the more likely you are to spend your time in the pub, at the bookies or chasing the birds.

I would like to say thankyou to George Best though. I never saw him play due to my tender years, but there can be no doubt that the tv footage of the man in his prime is utterly spellbinding, even to those not terribly interested in football. He's not long for this world and I know the eulogies will be as heartfelt and honest as they will be mealy mouthed and cliched.

It's unfortunate that as a player he knew when he had to quit. As a drinker, he had no such luck.




The final line is glib and corny. It's also true. Sorry.