The recent revelations about the inhuman brutality and abuse heaped on innocent children by the so called Sisters Of Mercy and/or the Christian Brothers over 60 odd years in Ireland is an abomination. Summary of the report Reactions But what is worse is the fact that before the report came out damning the Catholic Church for covering up and/or ignoring the abuse (physical, mental and sexual) a couple of things happened.

MP’s expense claims seem to be causing all sorts of trouble at the moment. It’s extremely funny how The Daily Mail suddenly went all quiet on the subject after it was discovered that the Tories had been just as dishonest as Labour. Funny that. I work for a living and if I get a job in London and have to live there, I can claim a limited amount of my overall expense back.

Driving to work this morning when I hit the Kirkstall Road area where a perfectly good dual carriageway has been split into a bus (and cyclist) lane only and a lane for the rest of us. at the end of this section of the road, there is a set of traffic lights that only affect the non-bus (and cyclist) lane. The purpose of these lights is to stop the normal people from getting to work on time, while allowing those on a bus the ability to get about 20 yards further up the road than they would normally if there were no lights there.

As mentioned previously on this blog, we have had a large number of breeding frogs in our pond.Well the tadpoles have hatched and are growing well. At least, the ones that manage to stay well hidden are. :-( Those damned Koi are eating machines and there is wholesale slaughter going on in the pond at the moment. The volume of tadpoles is dwindling quite rapidly as those fat, greedy bastards (have I mentioned that I don’t like them?

Walking through Leeds today, traffic doing its thing as usual. Then, in the distance, it could be heard………. thump thump thump getting louder and louder and louder. Soon, it appeared, yet another bloody moron in a beat up old Corsa (or similar) with a dustbin exhaust - take note, that changes the engine’s breathing and will stuff your engine a lot quicker than you think. Intake and exhaust are balanced for best results by professional engineers, and you are not one of those.

As I came into work this morning (21st April 2009) I was listening to the man from the Driving Test ‘agency’ on Radio 4. The person was asked about the proposals for adding a new section to the test where the examiner gives the trainee driver a set of instructions similar to directions obtained from a passer by, and whether a trainee would be failed for getting the instructions wrong.

I was shouting at a nun on TV the other night. The silly woman had [thankfully] survived the Italian earthquake and in retelling her story she said words along the lines of “I woke up when the quake started and the walls began to fall down. I got up and rushed outside. I only escaped because of god.” Does the woman not realise that it was her ‘god’ who was responsible for the damned earthquake in the first place?

I ranted previously about cyclists. Tonight, coming home from work, I saw the biggest moron on two wheels yet.So there we were at a junction. I was at the head of the queue on a dual carriageway. There was traffic crossing from our left and a cyclist arrived up the inside of a large van and cycled to the head of the queue and pulled in front of the van!

I suspect not. http://www.newscientist.com/article/mg20026873.100-how-kangaroo-burgers-could-save-the-planet.html The gist of the above article is this, worldwide, livestock creates more greenhouse gasses than all forms of transport combined. Eating meat is bad for the planet - can you hear all those veggies crowing now? :-) Never mind, Kangaroos taste good and can help save the planet. Check out the link above for the full story. Cheers.

I hate cyclists. They are so full of themselves! They sit there, two or three abreast on narrow roads, dawdling along having a nice chat, completely oblivious to the queue of traffic behind them. Give them a happy toot (ie, not a nasty long drawn out blast) on the horn to let them know you are there and you get a load of abuse. Nice & friendly! I was once run over by a cyclist.