Hello, Cheeky

Susan Boyle is making headlines again, with a fantastic new Twitter hashtag.

Well, you wouldn't want to look at the front, would you?

Old Bags

My avid reader has forwarded to me an electronic missive from the venerable Helena May hostel on Garden Road, otherwise known as the Virgins' Retreat.

Apparently, there is something known as the "Season of Goodwill" (must be one of those government-prescribed things for locals, like loving your family even as they suck the blood out of your veins). Somewhat more interestingly, at least at first glance, the Helena May has come up with something called the  “Love Bags Project”, for which they are asking for volunteers. Why is it that when I hear the words "love bags", I immediately think of Joycey?

However, the love bags in question are being prepared by the Welsh Male Voice Choir (some  mistake there, surely), a different matter altogether. I think I'll give it a miss.

My Old Dutch

Jake van der Kamp, writing in the Sunday SCuM Post, has turned his sights on to the way the MPF system works here.

He asks "Why is it that bureacracies set up to serve the general public so often take the side of special interest groups against the public?" Then he goes on to mention two examples, bank and food regulators, in a list he descibes as "exhaustive", before discussing the MPF, which he describes as "prominent on the list".

"Exhaustive - examining, including or considering all elements or aspects, comprehensive." Do you see where I am going on this, Jake?

There Goes The Neighbourhood