Thursday, 30 April 2009

NO MORE..

I am not going to say any more about swine flu on my blog for now. The whole episode / pandemic is just getting too much exposure. The BBC led their news site this morning with the main WHO story plus eight more pages that you could dig into and freak yourself out about. Enough. Let's just have the news, I don't want a "Pandemic in Pictures" or "Mapping The Pandemic" site, nor do I want fancy graphics that show me the various levels of the WHO Pandemic Rating System.

Enough.


My only comment will come, appropriately, in 28 Days from the first announcement of the cross-border problem at Level 5 (April 23). So, til 21 May. Zip. Nothing. Nada.

On another note, I enjoyed plotting my day on the blog yesterday. It didn't really surprise me. My days are pretty similar from one to the next at the moment. Polko's world of work has been busy busy busy for ten years but is now suffering like everyone else's (outside of the public sector where Polko says, "busy does not really apply"). Even then, those in the public sector are now beginning to worry about some of their positions. As we should all be aware, it's just not possible to pay that kind of public sector wage bill each month when the government have just given away billions to the banking sector and the private sector isn't exactly generating large tax revenues. There is now talk of final salary pension schemes being 'amended', 'revised', cut and/or suspended for some in the public sector. Welcome to the real world people! Just when you thought it was safe to stay in public sector waters..


Whilst googling for the Jaws Poster (lovingly re-interpreted by Mrs Polko - thank you!) I came across an interesting concept on someone else's blog (Spectacular Attractions - film in all its forms). Basically, take three screen grabs of a film from 10, 40 and 70 minute points and analyse the essence of the film from just those three. Nicholas Rombes, a University of Detroit Mercy prof, called this idea "freedom through constraint" in his book A Cultural Dictionary of Punk. I like the idea and will try it out. Watch out some time soon for the first.

Now I have those expenses hanging over from yesterday to sort out. And maybe one or two skirmishes in Azerbaijan on Call of Duty 4. Today will be more freedom than constraint methinks?

Wednesday, 29 April 2009

A DAY IN THE LIFE..

Thought I'd do something slightly different today. The blog will grow by the hour (or thereabouts) as I step through today, a Wednesday, a pretty typical middle of the week day looking forward. So, here's a day in the life of.. Polko. Much for my own benefit as anybody else's. I am pretty lucky as I live in a great, quiet place, work from home with only the odd trip out to see my clients and - thanks to the global financial crisis - have a little more time on my hands than usual (given that a lot of what I do relies on the property market and funding).

08:35. Polko's cat has had his tablets, squeezed in tuna so he definitely takes them. Mrs Polko is outside letting our chickens out to free range, probably getting
attacked by our cockerel who, given it is Spring, has become a bit of a nutter again. Breakfast at desk = vanilla coffee and cinnamon and raisin muffin. I may go back for a bowl of cereals. BBC News website to check how many more people have died from flu overnight (see last post!) and read about Brown & Co's latest stunt - every home in the UK to receive a leaflet about how to cut down the risk of contracting flu? hmmm. One thing did catch my eye on the news given that most holiday companies and regular airlines are being sensible and cancelling flights, etc.. British Airways, which has four flights a week to Mexico City, said it would not be cancelling any flights. Very sensible.

11:00. Started a new job file for a contract won yesterday. Responded to a few emails, most importantly to a good friend in Hungary who thinks the flu issue may have a more sinister raison d'etre - maybe just maybe the virus or at least the advice to stop international travel is related to the fact that those in power (who have recently been pocketing millions if not billions of dollars of government financial sector handouts... where has that money gone?) don't want us bumping into them as they wander the globe spending their not so hard earned new fortunes... Maybe?

Surfed the web for a new bathroom radiator - dark metal tubular model that has varied in price between £505 and £395 delivered, illustrating the power of the web to grab a keen price. Then surfed to www.edmistoncompany.com to gaze at the yachts that are still being bought, presumably by those in receipt of aforementioned government money. Another coffee just appeared on my desk, with a Pecan pastry courtesy of Mrs Polko. Nice.


12:30. Few games on Call of Duty 4 - Modern Warfare (of course). Skimmed the UK Inward Investment 2007/08 report from UKTI. Riveting. Not riveting as in engineering wise, just an interesting read. Honest. Filled out my 5 Best Rap albums on a facebook app - v
ery hard to pick only 5 of anything but listed 1 x BDP, 1 x EPMD, 2 x Braintax and a Poor Righteous Teachers album I love. Good distribution of the types of rap I like I guess - all saying a lot more than guns and ho's ovr a bassline. I did try to list Hijack (an old South London rap crew) but couldn't as this is probably as rare as a rare thing.. but much better than anything that I've heard since 1990!

13:30. Lunch at desk - mackerel, baked potato and cheddar with a glass of water. Quickly stripped air horns off my old (as in 47 years old) car as Mrs Polko micro-baked the spuds - having a radiator re-cored and so the chance is here to take apart, clean paint and make tidy various bits at the front of the bonnet. My baby is getting there.. More surfing around. Need a funky toilet for my bathroom project and maybe one or two youtube comedy videos to lighten the lunch half hour.

15:00. A few emails sorted out, two meetings set for London in two weeks time. Interspersed with another few games of Call of Duty 4. I am clearly not in an aggressive mood today as I keep losing or winning the coveted award of least kills in the online games (usually of around 12 players). 4pm sees me finishing early today to watch the final game in the quarter final series (game 7 if you're that interested) of New York Rangers' attempt at winning the Stanley Cup. Sadly, my team (New York Islanders) didn't even make it to the playoffs - much the same as me today on COD4 they managed to come lowest of all NHL teams this year. But hey! There's always next year! Some light has started to shine at the end of the economic tunnel - HMV have been cleared to take over 15 Zavvi music stores and one of my clients has just secured funding to build some more data centres (big sheds, super-cooled, served by multiple power units, full of server racks essentially). Sadly, we don't get involved in this type of work so nothing much in it for me.

15:30. More COD4 for me. Mrs Polko is far more energetic and is cutting grass outside. First US death from swine flu is a young Mexican child on holiday apparently. All is good on our hill, clearly not so elsewhere. But, what hype this virus is gettin'!

17:30. I have a bad back at the moment and so instead of sitting for long periods in front of a TV watching ice hockey (see above) I have to get up and do something else to ensure I am not crippled when it comes time to get off the sofa. I either have a very badly strained lower back muscle or Hodgkin's Disease (which ain't nice believe me). I am sincerely hoping it's the former. So, back at desk surfing the web (again) for more information or in the blind hope of finding a website that says, if this is happening it can't be that Disease and must be something less serious. I need to book in with the doctor sort it all out for once and for all. Tomorrow. Honest. (those that know me know I hate anything to do with order, appointments and medical personnel - except sister-in-law of Polko who is a nurse and is therefore ok). Also need to sort out my expenses forms as I have been travelling a lot recently and the receipts are piling up in my in-tray and I'm owed a fair amount of money by my employer. Which is me. So, that's sort of ok then? More ice hockey in a mo'


19:00. My son's favourite team are now out of the Stanley Cup. He won't be happy - I'll text him. He won't reply. He rarely does. Even if I fund his mobile phone top-up... How quick this time has come round - especially when memories of him being 3 and taking his clothes off in Kendals Manchester, calmly sat on a sofa while I was buying some clothes seem only yesterday... Also managed to squeeze in 15 minutes of shooting outside - still hitting right of target - need to adjust my scope I think - before setting to a
nd making some Pecorino and Mozarella Ravioli for Mrs Polko to come home from her horse riding to. Switching to kitchen computer to update the rest of today's blog.

20:00. Pasta made - a change of mind and the discovery of an old-ish avocado in the fridge has resulted in Avocado & Gorgonzola Ravioli instead. The last hour has been one of new things; Mrs Polko arrived home with some fresh goats cheese made from a friends goat's milk.. yummy, I made pasta to a random soundtrack from youtube - spurred on from my search for a Big B track called Hooligan I found a list including a band called Hed PE and their track Ordo Ab Chao - knew it was going to be good when it started with a quote "The puppetmasters create disorder, so the people will demand 'order'." and then a sample saying
"President Bush come out with your hands up, you're under arrest..." Check it out by clicking here. Really not my usual cup of tea guv' what with its thrash guitar chorus (Polko is no fan of guitars - having a range of synths and massive array of Reason 4.0 Refills on the theme 'classic analog synths and drum machines!') but a strange and extremely engaging mix of latin percussion, political statements and thrash. I like. A lot. Anyway, here's Big B - big indeed!


22:00. Dinner was great - Avocado works well with Gorgonzola. Lesson of the day digested. Quite literally. Watched some TV - Victorian Farm and an hour programme about wheat farmers on BBC4 (Polko lives on a farm, so this is in the mould so to speak - although this farm is a sheep farm and not arable.. but hey! who's counting). The news is full of the upscaled Grade 5 threat of the swine flu virus, which makes me ever more suspicious of the political nature of the whole event? A good friend of Polko's has a medical degree and I had a brief text chat with him earlier in which he suggested that the only real threat at this stage is to those who are already low in immuno-reponse.. another friend of Polko is stepping on a plane to NY this Friday & I think all will be well there. Polko is also thinking a trip to US is in order to watch the remainder of the 2009 Stanley Cup in his favourite sports bar (in Santa Barbara). California is so enticing this time of year. Any time of year in fact. Oh, and in other news a great big hole has appeared in Barlow Moor Rd, a road Polko used to know well in South Manchester - see here. Which reminds me of that strange unanswered Beatles line, "how many holes does it take to fill the Albert Hall".

23:30. Watched a Newsnight special on Obama's first 100 days in office - court is still out on that one. One last glass of wine. One last game of COD4. Mrs Polko is ascending the stairs. Lava lamp is still doing its thing. Another day in the life of Polko is drawing to a close...

Hope you've enjoyed it.

no more later..

Tuesday, 28 April 2009

I WASN'T WORRIED BUT....

..then I read on the BBC that Gordon Brown has reassured everybody today, "the UK is one of the best placed countries to deal with the potential Swine Flu Virus" and "all action necessary" will be taken to control the pandemic that may or may not happen soon.


(Doesn't he look better like this?)

Now, don't get me wrong, I wasn't overly worried by the news that a virus had begun to migrate around the world killing healthy adults between 20 and 55 years old.. I'm not one for catastrophic panicking - though I do love catastrophy movies like 28 Days Later, Virus, Outbreak etc

But now that Brown and Co are muscling in on the act, trying to steal some newsreel thunder and hype their ailing failing New Labour caravan... and given their ability to balls up just about everything they try to meddle with... I for one am f*cking scared to death!


So if you manage to get away from these guys pointing their M4 carbines at you (equipped as here with a Rail Interface System and Trijicon ACOG 4x scopes) then catch you in 28 weeks.. or not. As the case may be.

Tuesday, 21 April 2009

ROLL UP, ROLL UP... COME AND GET YOUR VERY OWN...


Towards the third quarter of the 19th Century, when the West was busy being won, travelling 'salesmen' used to roam Arizona, California and Nevada - the so called tri-State area. Of course, the States were not as they are now but the principle still applies. These salesmen or Travelling Medicine Shows as they were known used to wander from town to town with wooden crates packed full of oil of mysterious properties and a bunch of henchmen that would testify to the healing properties of the elixirs. This ointment would solve any health issue you can name, it was also sold as a general cleaner, perfect for use with animals or as a bringer of health, wealth and good fortune all round. The idea was an old Chinese one (with some medical credence for alleviating rheumatism), but mis-used in the new land of opportunity that was opening up by the 1880s or so.

Roll up, roll up come and try our new improved, even better than before, Snake Oil! If you ain't ill, it'll fix your car (a particularly good Big Audio Dynamite line that I'm lifting to make the point!).

The salesmen are still around - in fact they exist everywhere in the world. These days they can be found fronting a whole industry of homeopathic medicines, so called tinctures drawn from root 'holy water' containing one part in ten billion or so of some mystical active ingredient. They are also found wherever you place your money, offering higher and higher rates of return for doing absolutely nothing. Give others your money and they'll give you your very own franchised snake oil sales operation with 'unlimited earnings potential' through addressing envelopes or selling people 'water purifiers'.

In the UK we have a particularly large and organised snake oil sales team, selling people their lifestyle products - from food to clothes, car insurance to bank accounts, children's remedies to funerals. (As an aside my next door neighbour appears very pleased with her new shirt bought from this Medicine Show, and it only cost about £12 apparently? That and a load of chinese child sweat in some unregulated hovel in Quangdong Province luvvie - maybe you should send one of your two daughters there for a while and she can bring you back some more shirts?)

This particular Medicine Show just posted a record £3bn+ profit figure today.

Every little clearly helps them.

To paraphrase and mis-quote another famous line: Ask not what Tesco can do for you, but what Tesco will do you for next?


...for some interesting modern snake oil remedies see Wired's page here

Sunday, 19 April 2009

MEMORIES..

Mrs Polko was out the other night so I settled in to watch a lads movie.. not that Mrs Polko has any particular problem with watching this stuff either.. but I've been casting my mind back a bit lately and wondering what other of life's paths I might have found myself on..

So.. I dug out my copy of The Football Factory and watched it. In another time and in a very different phase of my life I used to run with a load of lads in a northern town not far from here. The clothes remain, thankfully the attitude to violence has - shall we say - been tempered. Life re-focuses you in all sorts of ways.

Anyway, my favourite scene for comedy value as much as bringing back memories is this one, set the morning after Danny Dyer and his mate have pulled two girls in a London nightclub..


I don't miss those days but I do look back and smile from time to time, but then from where I am now I can afford to. Things could have worked out different. Very different indeed.


Friday, 17 April 2009

CHILDREN ARE OUR FUTURE.. OR AT LEAST SOME OF 'EM

Easter break. we just had my son's friends over for a sleepover - at 11 they act like 14.. but I guess that's life these days.

The alarming thing is his friends ability to try and spend money like it's water. I live on a hill, 2 miles from the nearest shops but even before we got there with his friends for the first time, they were asking about how far we were from the nearest shop to buy things? One of them had £35 in his pockets (for a one night stayover?!!?) and the other (from what I'd say judging the house they live in - just round the corner from where I used to live - a less well off family) another £15...

Thank god I brought up my son to know about money - where it comes from, how much effort goes into the people who send me cheques, how much studying it took for me to send out those invoices, you know... the whole cycle of try, win, work, get paid, go to cashtill...

Seems his friends haven't a clue. I don't know who's right, but I'm happy with the way I've done it so far. And it almost-half-pains me (given her own greediness) to say, his mum is also doing the right thing too it would seem. How many of these kids are gonna get a right old shock when they hit the real world? Not mine. And that's all that matters I suppose.

As the sleepover progressed one of the kids was going on about how his dad has this new fast convertible car.. da di da di... bla bla blah... and it's a BMW too. woo hoo!

Rhyme intended (just so happens I have a 50 yr old classic engineered to exacting tolerances that BMW would die for - and that his dad probably hasn't got the brains to have ever heard about in his life.. add to that the fact that I could go out tomorrow and buy a brand new Bee-em-double-shit if I wanted to - cash I might add, no down payment and monthly debits here). Don't get me wrong - this is NOT how it reads, I really hatew it when people get impressed by what someone's got - I've got a load of nice things, so f*cking what? Don't change who I am.

The real revelation is that my son at 11 years old already knows (and appreciates) that it doesn't really matter what you've got - my work could dry up tomorrow (and certainly nobody is going to pay me for doing nothing, I can't go "on the sick" and still get paid for weeks on end) and I could lose the cars, the lifestyle etc but the thing is if the shit went down, i mean, really down, I could walk away from this pile of stone and roof and head out into the hills and live. Trap, eat, drink, etc. Food, clothes and shelter. That's all that matters. Full stop.

And all that you can really give kids is a realisation of the world as it is - and the means to put food, clothes and shelter in their reach. That doesn't mean putting almost fifty quid or so in their pocket and telling them to piss off out of the way for the afternoon and go and buy some trainers made through exploiting less fortunate kiddies than themselves.

The next day we marched said kids out on a four mile walk - a bit tame by 'family Polko' standards but they had stayed up til the early hours. These kids couldn't even put one foot in front of the other without stumbling and falling over - they just don't have what it takes off a pavement (and probably have trouble with kerbs, traffic lights and urban street furniture let alone rough-ish moorland). To their credit they finished without a moan and seemed to enjoy the quiet and wilderness of it all.

Now as I sit here on my hill thinking, as I often do, I'm suddenly struck by the thought that for someone who hasn't got a clue about kids, I've probably done alright with my son making it up as we go along. He has enough life skills to whoop ass on plenty of adults already. He's 11, roll on another few years and he's gonna be runnin' like nobody's business.

One happy Polko this evening - in the kitchen eating home made pasta and listening to New Order - Dreams Never End - discounting the fact that Mrs Polko is at her friends and not by my side - but we all have to have our space.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder... other things tend to grow on the return too... but that's another story?

Tuesday, 7 April 2009

DICKS

A long blog but worth it, trust me.

I just read this at PirateBay's website and feel the need to post it here too - from a collection of emails they regularly receive trying to stop them sharing a variety of material with other people on the web (despite pirate bay not having any actual content on their servers whatsoever). But hey! you knew that already. Being a reader of my blog you know all about file sharing don't you? don't you?


It makes the complainant look a right dick.. as well as grey as can be.. which is always welcome in my book:

>Subject: Copyright Claim
>Date: Saturday 15 April 2006 07:12
>From: email1@prophecyhouse.com
>To: tiamo_prq.se
>
>Please acknowledge receipt of this message and that it my claim is being
>addressed:

Uh? Please rephrase that. "that it my"?

>To whom it may concern at PRQ.se,
>
>1. I have placed the words "Copyright Claim" in this message's subject
>line (see above). I personally (Timothy J. Huckabay) am the legal
>copyright holder to the book The AntiChrist and a Cup of Tea
>(registration number TX-4-880-636) AND ALL VIDEOS RELATED TO IT WITH TIM
>COHEN (MY PEN NAME). I am also the owner and President of Prophecy
>House, Inc., which is the publisher of the book AND RELATED VIDEOS; you
>may visit our web site at www.prophecyhouse.com, where the book is
>previewable AND THE VIDEOS ARE SHOWN ON OUR ORDER FORMS, and see our
>order forms here: http://www.prophecyhouse.com/order (make sure you use
>a browser that has JavaScript enabled). THIS EMAIL MESSAGE, WHICH IS
>FROM WWW.PROPHECYHOUSE.COM (PROPHECY HOUSE'S DOMAIN), CONSTITUTES MY
>LEGAL ELECTRONIC SIGNATURE. However, if that is not sufficient, you may
>provide a fax number to me in your response, and I will fax a printed
>copy of this message with my written signature at the bottom of the
>fax. You may also call me directly at Prophecy House to address any
>questions you may have or any further information you feel you may need:
>303-693-6399.

Wow, that's a lot of text to read. You like to brag, don't you? "I am the owner",
"I am the president" and so forth. That's very nice. We don't really care.
I'm the president of my make-believe country The Pirate Islands. Oh, and I'm the
owner of my old Peugeot 205 (1989 year model) as well. Once we filmed that car
while I was driving. I guess I'm the owner of those tapes as well. So we have
ALOT in common! That's nice. But you brag about it, that's so not cool! :(

>ThePirateBay.org has posted and is permitting downloads of an illegal
>electronic version of MY VIDEO ON The AntiChrist and a Cup of Tea at this URL:
>http://thepiratebay.org/details.php?id=3439729

They are? I seriously doubt that they actually posted that torrent. I guess some
of those fellons using that evil site posted it, darn :(

>. You may contact me, the complaining party, here:
>
>Tim Huckabay
>Phone: 303-693-6399 (Prophecy House) or 720-284-7707 (my personal cell
>phone number)
>E-Mail: email1@prophecyhouse.com
>Prophecy House, Inc.
>P.O. Box 461104
>Aurora, CO 80046-1104
>USA

Hey wait a minute, this isn't a Copyright claim now is it? This looks more like
a personal ad! How about checking out some of the local press instead of trying
to pick up people in other continents? Actually, being in different countries
(even on different continents) means that we don't have the same laws here.
You know, in Sweden, it's still legal to do a lot of things. Elks can have sex
with eachother without being prosecuted for instance. And people are allowed
to copy. It's quite natural, both of them, don't you think?

>I, Timothy J. Huckabay, as the legal registered copyright holder of the
>said work (The AntiChrist and a Cup of Tea AND ALL VIDEOS RELATED TO IT
>IN WHICH TIM COHEN / HUCKABAY APPEARS), as the author of the said work
>(under my pen name Tim Cohen), and as the publisher of the said work
>through my company Prophecy House, Inc. (www.prophecyhouse.com), HAVE A
>GOOD FAITH BELIEF THAT USE OF ANY MATERIAL -- TO INCLUDE VIDEOS IN WHICH
>I, TIM HUCKABAY / COHEN, APPEAR -- WHATSOEVER FROM THE ANTICHRIST AND A
>CUP OF TEA (ISBN 0966279301, LCCN 98-84509) BY CONSPIRACYCENTRAL.NET OR
>ANY OTHER PARTY NOT EXPLICITLY AUTHORIZED BY ME AND PROPHECY HOUSE,
>INC., IN WRITING, IS NOT AUTHORIZED AND IS IN FACT ILLEGAL AND A
>VIOLATION OF ALL APPLICABLE COPYRIGHT LAWS GLOBALLY. FURTHERMORE, I
>HAVE A GOOD FAITH BELIEF THAT THEPIRATEBAY.ORG AND PRQ.se, AS THE
>HOSTING SERVICE, ARE BOTH INFRINGING MY LEGAL AND REGISTERED COPYRIGHTS.

You write with big letters, it make my head hurt. Come again, you're sending
us an e-mail telling us how wrong you are?

>ALL INFORMATION PROVIDED BY ME, TIMOTHY J. HUCKABAY, IN THIS EMAIL
>MESSAGE TO PRQ.se IS STATED UNDER PENALTY OF PERJURY. I AM THE LEGAL
>AND REGISTERED COPYRIGHT HOLDER AND OWNER OF THE ANTICHRIST AND A CUP OF
>TEA BOOK AND ALL MATERIALS RELATED TO IT, TO INCLUDE VIDEOS, DVDS, CDS,
>ETC. THIS COMPLAINT IS GENERAL TO ALL VIDEO AND AUDIO MATERIALS IN
>WHICH I APPEAR OR PARTICIPATE THAT ARE RELATED TO THE ANTICHRIST AND A
>CUP OF TEA.

Bla bla bla.. those big letters again. Brag, brag, brag..

>So, in this section, I have a) provided PRQ.se with the necessary
>electronic signature, b) I have identified the infringed work to which I
>hold the copyright as the book entitled, The AntiChrist and a Cup of Tea
>AND ALL VIDEO AND AUDIO MATERIAL RELATED TO IT IN WHICH I APPEAR OR AM
>HEARD, c) I have provided PRQ.se with the precise location on
>thepiratebay.org's site where thepiratebay.org is permitting the world
>to download an illegal electronic version of my VIDEO ON The AntiChrist
>and a Cup of Tea (i.e., http://thepiratebay.org/details.php?id=3439729
>), d) my complete contact information as the complaining party, e) my
>good faith statement that my personal copyright of The AntiChrist and a
>Cup of Tea VIDEO ITEM is being infringed by both thepiratebay.org and
>PRQ.se, and f) my penalty of perjury statement that I am the legal and
>registered copyright owner of the said book and related materials as well.

In sweden we had a cool tv-show once. It was called "Vi i femman" (means
something like "we in the fifth grade") and it was a lot like your letter.
People answer questions about meaningless stuff. I'd like to answer like them!

On a) our answer is; "pannkaka" (google for it), and on b) we answer "congratulations".
Regarding c) our answer would have to be "hope you like the site" and on d)
"we understand your desperate needs".
Wow, a lot of questons, let's continue:
Our answer on both e) and f) is that we don't really have any faith in you, nor
do we actually believe that you are who you say you are. Can you please
send us a signed picture of yourself?

As a bonus answer on d) we would like to help you out, we understand the
severe problem you must have finding other men like yourself when you actually
try to hook up with random people in another continent like this!
So please go to http://thepiratebay.org/ and login. We have a quite large
porn section I guess, and since we are of such high moral we actually filter
the section for non-logged in users. So register (it's free!) and check it out!

>2. It is now PRQ.se's legal responsibility to to remove or disable
>access to http://thepiratebay.org/details.php?id=3439729 , where my
>copyrighted WORK is being infringed. Further, should this material be
>posted again on thepiratebay.org's site, while PRQ.se is
>thepiratebay.org's hosting service, we will be obliged to take legal
>action against both parties at that time.

Uuuuuhh.. no it's not. We don't infringe on anything, now you're getting a bit
too personal here! We might start to cry when you threaten us, and we don't
have anyone to take care of us. Is that your mighty plan?

>3. CONSIDER THIS TO BE APPROPRIATE EMAIL NOTIFICATION, PURSUANT TO
>COPYRIGHT CLAIMS IN THE DMCA AND PRQ.se'S OWN POLICIES. NOW IT IS
>PRQ.se'S RESPONSIBILITY TO FORWARD THIS WRITTEN NOTIFICATION TO
>THEPIRATEBAY.ORG, THE INFRINGER, AND TO TAKE REASONABLE STEPS PROMPTLY
>TO NOTIFY THE INFRINGER THAT IT HAS REMOVED OR DISABLED ACCESS TO MY
>COPYRIGHTED WORK'S MATERIAL (
>http://thepiratebay.org/details.php?id=3439729 ).

Consider this to be a letter that replies "fuck you" in an ironic yet subtle way.
Oh, damn, i just wrote it straight out!

>Sincerely,
>
>Timothy J. Huckabay
>President and Owner, Prophecy House, Inc. AND Legal Copyright Holder to
>The AntiChrist and a Cup of Tea book, etc.

Sincerely,
The Pirate Bay crew
presidents and owners, The Pirate Islands AND A 1989 Peugeot 205 GTI (the one with
the large engine) and copyright holders (*fnizz*) of the movies we shot during some
driving with it.


Monday, 6 April 2009

i CANDY ?!


I've commented on the Candy brothers before on my blog. They are a couple of guys who have been developing high profile properties in the UK, Los Angeles and elsewhere in the recent past and have jetted to the top select few in the property world - reputedly being worth hundreds of millions seemingly out of nowhere.

So much mystique surrounds their funding that they have recently opened their accounts to the The Sunday Times - obviously in an attempt to get into the higher eschelons of the Times Top 200 or whatever list... They're not known for their modesty!

The results apparently are (and I quote today's press release)..

Nick Candy and his brother Christian have taken the unusual step of showing The Sunday Times details of how they control their funds through a bank account in Guernsey where £244m is invested. They also gave details of their Monaco penthouse, which they claim could be worth £150m, and their two yachts, Candyscape and Candyscape II, which together are valued at £50m.

The question does remain of where their initial funding for the projects came from? hmmm...

All that is now needed is a fitting pic from one of my favourite websites when I want to dream about a different life (www.edmistoncompany.com)...



Yours for around 30 million euros and moored in Monaco as we speak. What you waiting for?

dream on Polko...

Sunday, 5 April 2009

IT'S SPRING AGAIN...


Today has reminded me of why I moved to this house on a hill. One very great day. It is very chilled here in Polko-land.

Among the myriad of Spring cleaning-like activities (though not direct spring cleaning activity - those that know me know I don't do the cleaning at Polko-ville) I've junked eMule and moved to another 'provider' so to speak. Recommendation of a friend who is usually the one asking me about things IT, and most definitely a great recommendation. Among other things I've just downloaded Talk Talk 'The Colour of Spring' - their 1986 album which is loaded with great tracks to play out the evening sunset over the hills out of my kitchen window.

One track is in particular very relevant - it's called April 5th.
Check it here: Talk Talk - April 5th
Sounds very moody, Depeche Mode-like?

Busy week ahead, trying to fit five days work into two and half but fitting in a trip to Nodnol in between to watch ABC re-do The Lexicon of Love with the BBC Orchestra - and it's going to be good. Real good!



Wednesday, 1 April 2009

BUDAPEST NIGHTS

You know you've had a good night when you wake up in your hotel room and find your clothes covered in what can only be explained as Golden Retriever hairs...

I was out and about in Budapest last night and this morning is April Fool's Day. And I am not falling for it.

Now I would usually be very concerned if I woke up in a foreign hotel room without Mrs Polko but with my clothes all covered in blonde hairs. Rightly so you might add (and Mrs Polko might not be best pleased either). But, I am absolutely sure that nobody has sneaked into my room through the night and covered my clothes in these damned blonde hairs. Luckily they are all about an inch long and very wavy. You know the type of thing. Exactly like a golden retriever or Labrador or something.

Friend of Polko had another friend who played us all sorts of entertaining tunes on a piano in Piaf Bar last night, shortly after eating the most amazing food at one of the world's greatest restaurants (my strapline, not the restaurant's). How can two people spend £276 on a meal? Ask Polko and Friend of Polko. Boy was it nice though - especially the goats cheese sorbet which was an amazing experience! Goat's cheese - sorbet?

Then friend of a friend of Polko gave us a lift back round the Erszebet korut in his 4x4. Polko thought he would bag the rear seats as they were folded down and it looked particularly attractive given that this was 05:00 in the morning and a lot of Sor's were taking effect on Polko's horizontal effectiveness.

Boy am I regretting that move this morning as I pick off these damned hairs one by one by one!

Still, it takes my mind off the large headache that is developing at the back of my cranium.

....Bp nights are always eventful.