All That Jazz

… den Beweis hat Google.

(Tip: stellt mal die höchste Zoomstufe ein.)

Aaahhh, draussen im Garten abhängen, ein kühles Getränk und die neue von den Turin Brakes ( , amazon.de) dazu, da kommt Freude auf.

(Der Dienst auf der operativen Intensivstation war ein ruhiger, Sommerloch sei dank.)

A Letter To The Terrorists, From London

What the fuck do you think you’re doing?
This is London. We’ve dealt with your sort before. You don’t try and pull this on us.

Do you have any idea how many times our city has been attacked? Whatever you’re trying to do, it’s not going to work.

All you’ve done is end some of our lives, and ruin some more. How is that going to help you? You don’t get rewarded for this kind of crap.

And if, as your MO indicates, you’re an al-Qaeda group, then you’re out of your tiny minds.

Because if this is a message to Tony Blair, we’ve got news for you. We don’t much like our government ourselves, or what they do in our name. But, listen very clearly. We’ll deal with that ourselves. We’re London, and we’ve got our own way of doing things, and it doesn’t involve tossing bombs around where innocent people are going about their lives.

And that’s because we’re better than you. Everyone is better than you. Our city works. We rather like it. And we’re going to go about our lives. We’re going to take care of the lives you ruined. And then we’re going to work. And we’re going down the pub.

So you can pack up your bombs, put them in your arseholes, and get the fuck out of our city.

So, jetzt ist die erste Jahreshälfte 2005 rum. Geht irgendwie immer schneller, das.