The Mome Rath

This is a test. Blogger is turning out to be very complicated. To add pictures you have to join a different site and download new software, and it doesn't work with Netscape. Then some static got on the cable while I was registering and my username is something in Czech.

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A magnificent prize, consisting of a lovely Pez dispenser, to anyone who can name a significant achievement of the G8 summit in the last five years. On the other hand, we all remember the fun-loving roadies who came along to Genoa, to Evian, now to Gleneagles. The G8 summits cost multiple millions of pounds/dollars/euros to stage, and that's only taking into account the lost productive time of the top government people involved. As for the destruction, Geneva is still paying for the chaos caused by the Evian demonstrators (uh, kids, different country here, not even close to being G8).

The meeting is kabuki symbolism, serving to draw the unproductive types bent on slowing world development. And now these scruffy buggers have been joined by the adult thugs who actually blow up subways.

The most productive thing Tony could have done was propose there be no more G8 conferences.

The frogs would have done a better job, probably. There will be myriad cock-ups, as they say up there, and the idea that Ken Livingston can take satisfaction from this decision is annoying. On the other hand, it is nice to know that Chirac placed so much importance on winning, and now can go to Gleneagles and eat crow. (I hope they have crow on the menu, after Jacque's remarks about British cuisine.)

Lest there was any doubt about whether the best man won, the French media are all on about how the British campaign pushed the borders of correct competition. So today's decision was, in the end, a good one.

And today I was called a "cheeky git".

I watched scenes of Africa while I ate breakfast - my own live egg. Now it's up to Bob and Bono.