Blog On The Motorway

So it seems that UNICEF have named a goodwill ambassador in Orlando Bloom, yes he of the vacant stare and ‘unique’ approach to acting (as in making sure as to never display emotion on that face of his, lest he develop wrinkle lines.)  Interesting choice. Perhaps they plan on using his perfect forehead as a background for their projector when they come to make PowerPoint presentations. Or perhaps he will put the funny ears back on and go around shooting hunger with his bow and arrow.

Also John Barnes, purveyor of wonderful football and terrible rapping, has been confirmed to be involved in the next world cup, not by coming out of retirement to use those wonderful feet, but by re-doing his infamous rap for the official song. Excellent. So in 1990 we had Barnes in the prime of life, utterly unable to convincingly rap. Now we have to hear him make even more of a balls up of it now that he’s old enough to be the father of any of the chart’s successful rappers.

On top of this, twitter has caught fire today with the news that some legal firm put an injunction against The Guardian to stop them from reporting on a Parliamentary question. It turns out it all had something to do with a company called Trafigura polluting the hell out of the coast of Africa. 

This sort of censorship of our own Government is obviously ‘a very bad thing’ but turns out its a bad thing mainly for Trafigura and its Lawyers, who now have hundreds of citizen journalists on their tail, plus the Lib Dems raising questions over the whole affair in Parliament today. Suddenly a story that would have been reported only in the Guardian and probably easily forgotten is now being chased by every single paper and reported worldwide through twitter.  Funny how things work, eh?

Oh, and the MP’s expenses scandal has raised its head again, with the Government’s report leading to even more money being paid back, including our erstwhile PM paying back £12,415.  And Manchester Airport have introduced security measures that verge on the pornographic. And Michael Jackson’s estate never thought to see if the rights to his ‘new’ single actually belong to someone else, like, say Paul Anka. Who wrote it with Jackson for his own album.  Looks like Paul Anka is about to become even richer.

There are days when the absolute absurdity of the world we live in really becomes apparant. Today is one of those days. It’s lovely.