G'day my people. Yes, it's General Election season here in Cruel Britannia. For many of us, the downside of this is having Conservative Party leader David Cameron's eminently punchable face earnestly beaming out at us from billboards or TV screens. Speaking of which, here he is getting very confused during a recent interview with the Gay Times. Clearly he should have written his speech down beforehand for that one.
Of course, the problem facing voters nowadays is that it's difficult to tell the difference between the Conservative and (New) Labour parties at all. I'm no advocate of either, but it's frightening to consider just how many disillusioned Labour voters may see the way forward as being via putting a cross next to this idiot's party in the privacy of the polling booth, come the May election.
Remember his Hug A Hoodie campaign of a few years back? He for one hopes you can't.
I can only imagine that Cameron & Co are banking on much of their support coming from that section of UK voters who are too young to remember what a cess-pit their party turned the UK into during the years 1979-97.

Last weekend I caught the documentary Cocaine Cowboys on TV (UK readers look out for it on More4). It's essentially about how the cocaine trade shaped the city of Miami in the 70's and 80's. For anyone who, like I did, thinks they've watched or read everything about this area and era of organised crime, I heartily recommend this one.
The reality of the situation and the people involved was far more excessive, scarey, absurd and bloody than even the most pantomime telling of this particular tale could ever be - and I'm thinking specifically of Al Pacino in Scarface here.
You can get the general tone of the proceedings via the trailer up there, and some of the deleted scenes ... and of course kids, there is a moral here: Just Say No.

Yes indeed, today the sun doth shine down verily upon the North West corner of the UK. Sonic shorts and footwear are out of mothballs and I'll be giving good ol' Sonic BBQ2 a clean and shine pretty soon too.
Anyhoo, I've just been to hospital for a chat with the very surgeon who carried out this operation on my right knee, some eighteen months back. This was actually supposed to have taken place in March of last year, but for various reasons (including my name getting lost in the system) has happened one year late.
The upside of this hold-up is that my leg has now made a full recovery. In fact, it's in better shape than before my mishap of 2008, although I'd be wise to lay off the breakdancing for a while longer I think. Whatever the case, closure has been achieved on that one.
On another topic altogether, a few people have enquired as to the identity of the gent pictured in the previous post. Y'all can read about him here.
I shall now don some weather-appropriate attire and head off into town to bask in some pre-summer vibes. More later.

Well pop-kids, I've got the Sonic Chariot back, that's the main thing. All being well, it won't be making any more strange noises as I power along Satan's Slip-road tomorrow AM.
Anyhoo, this morning, I took a little excursion on foot into the throbbing heart of Cruel Britannia's City of Culture (2008). I took a few minutes to peruse the mind-blowing bridal fashions on display in the window of the shop on London Road made famous by the TV documentary series My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding, then continued down this sunny boulevard where, in due course, I was propositioned by a very inebriated gay tramp (U.S. readers: Hobo). He scored extremely low on charm and patter but nevertheless, I wished him good luck on his quest and carried on my merry way.
In the end, the one thing I'd gone downtown to buy (a phone-charger) I completely forgot about, but remembered my Mother's Day card and gift. (This Sunday boys and girls, very important, do not forget).
Tomorrow morning it's back to Chéz Sonique. Hopefully more from there, once I get to the bottom of my remaining tech-woes (see last post).

Greetings people. Y'know, during my years here on Earth, one thing I've found is that sometimes, where everyday technology is concerned, once one machine packs up, several other tech-items that you have come to rely on will do the same. In my own case, the Sonic Chariot has been in the car-clinic for most of this week. Numerous problems under the hood need fixing, which won't be cheap.
Now my main computer has decided to mutiny too, and I'm writing this from another machine. I've cleared out a few viral-nasties recently (courtesy of anti-virus app Avast! which I can heartily recommend), however I'm left with one central problem - I can't access this site, or that of my webspace provider. Not sure why this is yet, but it feels strangely specific, even personal I have to say. I've even managed to lose the charger for my mobile phone and am currently using an enormous Nokia from the Cretaceous era until it shows up or I give in and buy a new one. So one way or another, the machines are indeed revolting, and doing so in battle formation. Stay tuned for more war reportage.