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I was helping out someone who posted a question about courts martial of British Army officers on the [livejournal.com profile] little_details LJ community. I was able to assist him on the general law, but not the specifics. However, I do have colleagues who specialise in Army courts martial, so was able to ask one of them for information.

The scenario involved a Major assaulting a Lt Colonel in private, and whether there would be a resulting court martial. In a word, no. The colleague is an ex-Army officer himself and stated categorically that there would be no court martial - unless the Major actually wanted a court martial for some reason, to prove a point. Essentially, because both are officers they're considered to be gentlemen and capable of dealing with the matter on a private basis, by way of an apology or, if sufficiently serious, by resigning his commission.

Similarly, if an officer went AWOL for some reason, when they returned they could simply resign their commission and that would end the matter. Courts martial of officers are rare - the recent court martial of the Army doctor who refused to return to Iraq could most probably have been avoided as he could have resigned his commission. However, the doctor actually wanted the court martial because he wanted to raise the issue as to whether the Iraq invasion was illegal. It turned out to be pretty expensive for him. I'm still wincing at the 8 years prison sentence.

What interests me is how the British Army system compares with the American. On the [livejournal.com profile] little_details LJ, in response to the question posted there was an answer from someone who stated that they are US military, and said that in a similar case in the US, detention and dishonourable discharge would be would be likely though death would be a real possibility for charges of this magnitude. Eeek! Contrast that with the British way of allowing quiet resignation of commissions. I'm not certain, though, whether what the poster states would be the actual result in the US military. Are quiet resignations of officers not allowed, I wonder?

Why am I wondering about the US military? Oh, it all comes down to SGA, of course. *g* The military presence in Atlantis is multi-national and therefore presumably there must be some leeway in the regulations, especially if there's significant differences in the way that different countries deal with breaches of discipline in their armed forces.

I do think it likely, though, no matter what the regulations state, there is room for interpretation. For example, the interesting discussion about the impact of DADT here shows that its impact is not (usually) quite as bad as one might think.
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Of some place where there's a US military base near a university? Preferably with a decent maths department (yes, I know Americans call it math *g*). Oh, and both must have been around in the early 1970s. And located actually in the US

I want John Sheppard's father to have been posted there, in case anyone was wondering. I don't think we know canonically whether John's father was in the military at all, but for story purposes I've decided to make him a military officer. I'm undecided whether he should be air force or army (although not navy) so either an air force or army base works.

Many thanks in hope. *g*

ETA: Location of the base must be in the US for plot purposes
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to me, anyway. I've enjoyed seeing other peoples' entries.

Go to Wikipedia and look up your birth day (excluding the year). List three facts, two births and one death in your journal, including the year

Events:
41 - After a night of negotiation, Claudius is accepted as Roman Emperor by the Senate.
1533 - Henry VIII of England secretly marries his second wife Anne Boleyn.
1919 - The League of Nations is founded.

Births:
1759 - Robert Burns, Scottish poet (d. 1796) Okay, so that one is obvious
1882 - Virginia Woolf, English writer (d. 1941)

Deaths:
1947 - Al Capone, American gangster (b. 1899)
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I was flicking through the latest official Stargate SG1 & Atlantis magazine and, from an interview with Joe Mallozzi:

"We had discussed Ben [Browder] as early as as season one of Stargate Atlantis as a possible Major Sheppard." Turns out that Ben was working on Farscape: The Peacekepper Wars at the time, so it was a no go.

But. Now I'm trying to imagine Ben as John Sheppard and it's...weird. Really weird. I'm sure I would've still loved the character, because, well, it's Ben and I absolutely love Farscape (and John Crichton). But trying to imagine what Ben's portrayal, as opposed to Joe Flanigan's, would have been like is, hmm, intriguing, I think.

I have to say, though, that I'm exceptionally glad that it worked out as it did, because I suspect that Joe wouldn't have been enough of a 'name' to be cast as the lead on SG1 - and I think with RDA leaving they really needed a 'name', someone known to the SF watching public. And Ben fitted the bill admirably. So, although we would've got Ben snarking with David's McKay (fun!), we wouldn't have had Joe on SG1. And not seeing Joe on Stargate would have been a tragedy. *g* Plus, admirable actor though Ben undoubtedly is, who's to say that he would have had as good a chemistry as between Joe and David?

So, it's all worked out for the best. I get to perve over Ben on SG1 (and did you see Ben in that towel in the latest episode! *sigh*) and drool over Joe (alas, no towel as yet, but I have hope), as well as the whole McKay/Sheppard relationship.
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Life on Mars, go and download it, now (or, if in the UK it's being repeated late Monday night/early Tuesday morning atm). Honestly, it will pay off.

It's intelligent, thought provoking, genuinely dramatic, moving, funny and slashy as hell. *g* Yet another winner from the BBC and they've just shown the final episode of series one. I imagine it'll be a little while before it's ready for download but the whole series/season one should be available shortly.

The premise? Present-day copper Detective Chief Inspector Sam Tyler, is hit by a car and wakes up in...1973. He's now a Detective Inspector to Gene Hunt's Detective Chief Inspector and the relationship between the two of them is well slashy. *g* And that's just one of the slashy relationships. There are others. Not to mention a very lovely, sweet potential het love interest. Except that she's worried he's a bit mad, you see. Sam doesn't know if he's in a coma, insane, or has travelled back in time.

The 1973 date was picked very carefully. Back then the British police forces were not perhaps all that they could be. The series is set in Manchester, but I'm sure they weren't any better than the other forces in 1973. For example, certain members of the City of London police (who are known as being pretty much models of propriety, even a bit boring, nowadays and who only police the City, or the Square Mile, the financial heart of London - the rest of London is policed by the Metropolitan Police) were done for setting up a load of blags down in South London. The only reason they were caught is because the armed robbers who actually carried out the robberies got fed-up at the amount of the take that the City boys were demanding and shopped them. And then there's the Met... And the West Midlands Serious Crime Squad (turned out a large percentage of the crime was being committed by them) etc. Coppers were on the take, routinely fitted suspects up, denied access to solicitors (lawyers) etc.

By 1974/1975 work was underway to clean up the police forces round the country and a lot of reforms were implemented that make it much more difficult for corrupt police to prosper, not to mention that there are now strict custody time limits, routine access to legal advice, all interviews are recorded etc. But in 1973 pretty much anything went, as Sam learns to his horror.

Go watch. I don't think you'll regret it.
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First of all a belated thank you to the very nice (hmm, interesting note, too) person who gave me the Valentine's Day rose. I'm enormously touched.

So, came back from skiing with no major injuries. Duffed up the duff shoulder (from the major skiing accident that resulted in hospitalisation and a month off work a few years back) and I think I've got a touch of whiplash (from when the head banged on the slope as I slid down it). They still hurt. A fair bit. But they're getting better (I think). However, I'm still annoyed that I fell on a slope that I really shouldn't have fallen on. An easy red. Bah!

And why did I fall? Well, you see, I wasn't paying attention. Sadly, I wasn't admiring the really rather lovely scenery - pristine white snow, and fir trees, which the slope wound through very satisfactorily. Nor was I thinking what a beautiful day it was. Although it was. Sunny, and clear, although a tad chilly. No, I was too bloody busy wondering how good skiers John and Rodney from SGA are, wasn't I! *g*

I mean, I reckon John is most likely in the expert range. This isn't me merely extrapolating on the basis that JF is a good skier - you don't go heli-skiing if you're not, because it's all off-piste and therefore intrinsically more dangerous than on-piste skiing. It's just the vibe I get from Sheppard. It's not just the surfing, you know, but you can bet he's done his fair share of skiing, as well. He's most likely a skier rather than a snow-boarder, because he would have learnt young, before snow-boarding really took off. If he was ten years younger he'd probably be a boarder, but as it is, I'm thinking skier. A very good skier.

But what about Rodney? Just because he's Canadian is no guarantee that he's ever even been on a pair of skies and he evidences absolutely no enthusiasm for, well, exercise. But, it's skiing, you know. My thought is that either Rodney has never strapped on a pair of skies in his life. Or, he learnt as a child, really enjoyed it, and is also an expert skier. You know, I favour the latter, if only because the idea of John and Rodney trooping off to the slopes together when back on leave on Earth is really fun to contemplate. As is [livejournal.com profile] astolat's story where Rodney and John discover an Ancient skiing resort. Sort of. *g*

As for my ski trip, well, we only had one day's really bad weather (snowed heavily all day) and we had at least 3 really fantastic days, the snow was fabulous - some of the best I've skied. The hotel was absolutely marvellous, from the sauna in the (enormous) bathroom, to the masses of wardrobe space in the (ginormous) bedroom complete with CD player as well as TV, to the pool, the jacuzzi, the gym, the spa treatments (including one free treatment for every guest), where you could have a massage, or reflexology, or a sauna, or body wrapping etc etc. And then there was the food. Oh my God, the food. It was pretty much the best ever! A seven course dinner every night and breakfast was eggs (cooked to order), and bacon, and sausages, and meats and cheeses and masses of fruits and yogurts, and cereals and ten different types of bread and twelve choices of fruit-juice - or you could squeeze your own etc. The sad thing was I never did breakfast justice - there was just too damn much.

So, yes, would definitely consider going back. The slopes were pleasingly uncrowded, too, absolutely no lift queues. There was even free internet access, in a booth next to reception. Crap speed, though - I couldn't get into LJ at all. But, well, it was the Austrian Alps, not a major metropolis, so frankly it was a surprise to have free access at all. Yes, of course you can get all of the above at hotels in cities, but they're not usually so evident in skiing hotels. At least not in Europe.

And the best thing? Despite the gap of six years (and how the hell did it get to be that long a gap since my last ski trip?) I hadn't forgotten how to ski and I still have better technique than all but one of the lads. Hah! OTOH, they all skied faster than me. I've slowed down rather a lot since my major skiing accident (when I was carted off the slopes in the meat-wagon), you see. *rueful smile*
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Spent a couple of hours this morning searching for my ski gear for my forthcoming skiing holiday. The skis and boots no problem. Ski jacket - check. Well, one of them, Hmm, where did the other go? Thermals - check. Although I thought I had rather more thermal underwear than I could find. Ski socks - yes. But, again, I thought I had more pairs than these. Ski gloves... Hmm, the pair here have a rip in them and didn't I get some new ones last time I went skiing? Ski pants (2 pairs). Er no. I searched. And searched. And then the horrible truth dawned. I have somehow managed to misplace half of my ski-gear. I don't know where it is, but crawling around the loft and emptying out all three wardrobes didn't enable me to find the damn stuff.

So, with a heavy heart I set off to buy some more ski-wear, gritting my teeth against the knowledge that I have perfectly serviceable and still fashionable ski-wear...somewhere. Tried Lillywhites first, on the basis that they're not-too-expensive. But, ugh. It's all crappy. With an even heavier heart I trudge to Covent Garden to the Snow & Rock flagship store. I'd checked their website first and therefore know how horrendously expensive their stuff is. But needs must. I mean, yeah, I could have bought some horrible ski-pants from Lillywhites but anyone who knows me would realise in an instant how big a no-no that is. I know exactly what I want - black, stretch ski pants (just like the 2 pairs I can't find, dammit!). There's only one pair in the shop. One! What are they thinking - I mean it's not exactly post-season. It's only bleeding January.

They're a size larger than I normally wear, but, well, I'm desperate so I think it's worth trying them on. So I do, and they fit. And, oh God, they're a size larger than normal and they fit okay and Christ, how much weight did I put on over Christmas anyway, and I'm so fat!

So I buy them and a new pair of ski-gloves and a rather sweet hat, because the only one I could find from my ski-wear collection is stained and frankly rather manky. And then I go off to buy a birthday present for a friend (battling daleks - hee) but I'm all depressed, depressed, depressed.

Get home, fling ski stuff onto one of the beds and go off to collapse. Hey, Oxford Street on a Saturday afternoon is hell, okay. Ate miniscule dinner. Because I'm so fat. Watch latest SG1 ep download (thoroughly enjoyed it). Then thought I'd better sort the ski-wear out a bit. Pick up the ski-pants, examine them a bit, look at the label inside. And realise that the outside tag (and hanger) had mislabelled the size as being a size bigger than they actually are!

And, God the relief! Because, yes, I am a size larger than I was ten years ago, and yes, I need to lose about a stone in weight (which is just not going to happen without intensive exercise). But I can still fit into the same size ski-pants as those I bought 5 years ago!
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So the video (VCR in Americanese) gave up the ghost on Tuesday night, rather inconveniently just as I was attempting to swop the tape between SG1 and BSG. Yes, I know I can (and have in the case of SG1) download them, but I can't then seem to burn the downloaded programme to DVD in a format that my DVD player will play. Anyone got any idea what I'm doing wrong?

Anyhow, I decided that there was little point in even attempting to get the video repaired, especially as it's a format that's on the way out. But, I have a whole load of videos that I wanted to be able to play and I needed a recording medium off the TV. The solution? One combined DVD recorder/VCR, with recordable hard-drive, as well as recordable straight onto DVD, and that will also transcribe video recordings onto DVD. Oh, and it had to be multi-region, of course, so I can play all my region 1, as well as region 2, DVDs.

Did the research on Tuesday night, ordered it online Wednesday morning, had it delivered this morning. Very efficient. I didn't instal it until late this afternoon, because I'm presently working to a deadline (including working the whole of the weekend just gone, and am about to get back to work any minute now) and, God, but it's complicated.

First of all the automatic set-up didn't work, so I had to set it up manually. Which was, you know. so *much* fun! Most of my TV watching is by cable, and of course there was no indication which of the TV channels tuned into the new...thing is the cable channel, which is essential from a recording POV. Worked that one out by trial and error, though, sticking in a video to record, in the hope that I'd picked the right channel on the thing and that it would duly record the cable channel I had up on the TV. And it did. Hallelujah!

Same for recording to the hard drive. Have worked out how to directly record and how to set up the timer and checked that it would record the channel I wanted. Yep. Must say the resulting recording (and there are 6 different variants of quality to choose from - I went with standard) is fantastic. If only I could work out how to name the damn things for easy calling up. Oh, and how to access any but the last recorded programme. Sigh. But I think I've made my last ever video recording. DVD is just...yum!

Haven't tried recording to DVD as yet, because all the DVDs in the correct format I have in are DVD-R only and I'm not wasting several DVDs on testing it out, will wait until I've got some DVD-RWs in. Nor have I tried converting video to DVD. Not to mention all the bells and whistles - there are loads and it exhausts me even to comtemplate working them out. All of that will have to wait until I've got more energy. And time. Back to work.

But before I go - why the hell do 'they' have to make the instruction manuals so damn complicated? Who writes these things, anyway? Whoever they are, I'd be prepared to bet good money on one thing. They're all men.
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Don't you think Bush looks tired?

If you get this, pass it on.
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Wife of firm accountant (who also works part-time as a bookeeper at the firm): "I really want to see that new film, about the cowboys. What's it's name?"

Mandragora: "Do you mean Brokeback Mountain?"

Bookeeper: "That's the one. It's just my type of film."

Mandragora: "You do know it's about two men who fall in love? With explicit sex scenes."

Bookeeper (with happy smile): "Oh yes. Exactly."

Later, at dinner.

Firm accountant (who is big and ginger and Scottish and aged over 50): "Oh, the [senior partner - who isn't gay] is just pissed off because a Civil Partnership isn't available to him, and he doesn't want to get married, but he does want the tax savings."

Mandragora: "Well, he's got a point. I think that both Civil Partnerships and marriage should be available to everyone, regardless of sexual orientation, and then they could choose what kind of commitment they want to make."

Firm accountant: "I agree. I can't see why gays shouldn't be allowed to marry, and I think we'll get there, but it'll take a while yet. Maybe 40 years." Pause. "of course, if we had less immigrants we'd probably get there quicker, bearing in mind their social attitudes."

Mandragora: "Yes, we have got quite a few immigrants coming in." Glances round table, to where senior partner's, er, partner, who he's been living with for about 15 years, is sitting. Next to her is the woman who drafts the firm's (smaller) bills. "I mean, we've got one Frenchwoman and one German woman right there. Oh and there's [fellow lawyer], from Australia."

Firm accountant: Splutters incoherently.

Mandragora: Laughs evilly.
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So very much to [livejournal.com profile] evildrem for the lovely gift of LJ paid account time and user pics.

Such a lovely gift to receive, after the horrible past few days, and I'm incredibly touched.

Thank you so much. *blows happy kisses to Em*
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We've only recently seen the 'Leo gets a heart attack' episode of The West Wing here in Britain and to hear this morning that John Spencer has died of a heart attack is very painful.

What a fabulous actor he was. I first saw him in LA Law when he brought a warm, human, believable quality to his character, amidst the gloss and the glitz. And I believed in Leo, totally.

The West Wing isn't what it was under Sorkin, but I still (mostly) enjoyed it. Leo was a large part of that enjoyment.

He will be much missed.
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Happy Birthday Temaris

May it be fun and frolic-filled. :)
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Was on the tube this morning, on my way to the office, when a fellow passenger asked if a bag by one of the doors belonged to anyone in the carriage. Everyone said no. And then we all looked at one another.

The train had just set off and was in a tunnel and therefore the best thing was to wait until it reached the next stop and alert the authorities. Most people moved to the other end of the carriage. I didn't. Hey, I had a seat! I sat there reflecting on the irony and counting the seconds until we reached the next stop. You see the next stop was where I was getting off anyway. So, if I got blown up just before I got off, I'd be, well, I'd be pretty pissed off actually. I also thought glumly that the timing would be spot on if the bag exploded just before the next stop, which is right in the heart of the City and therefore a major terrorist target. Has been for many years, actually, ever since a significant chunk was blown up by the IRA.

Next thing, the door between the carriages opened and a harassed looking woman stepped through. "Oh, that's my bag," she said. "I've been running up the train searching for it." And then, catching sight of the worried faces, "Oh. Sorry."

There was a palpable frisson of relief. Tense expressions lifted, tight bodies loosened. And I sat there wondering how the hell she managed to get her bag on one carriage of the tube train and herself on another. It's not like you can move easily between the carriages, after all. But, alas, before I could assuage my curiosity, the train pulled into Bank and I got off, reflecting on how fortunate the woman was that she'd found her bag before it was blown up by the bomb squad.
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[livejournal.com profile] alsoa, as was, who is back after an eighteen months hiatus with a brand-spanking-new LJ [livejournal.com profile] stealingpennies.

Those of you on my flist who knew her before do please skip over there to find out what shiny *cough*, new (well, new to her) fandom she's now into. Suffice it to say that it involves action, adventure, historical matters, very pretty clothes, one rather cute lad and one, eh, he's okay man, appearances by pretty much every British character actor out there, and let's not forget the bestiality *ducks away from an irate alsoa/stealing pennies*. Oh, and the theme tune.

Great to see you back, hon. And thanks for all the giggles. ;)
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watching The Taming of the Shrew retold. The story ostensbly opens in the Houses of Parliament. Only they've filmed those scenes in the Royal Courts of Justice on the Strand. Soon as I saw them, I knew exactly where they were - in the Great Hall and then up to the first floor courts right off the Great Hall. Doesn't really look like the inside of either House of Parliament either, BTW.
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I've recently been seeing a trend in SGA fandom of some people saying, "Oh, but it wasn't that bad that Rodney destroyed five sixths of a solar system because Sheppard woke up the Wraith, and Beckett destroyed half the population of Hoff and Rodney should totally be cut some slack because what did he do that was really that bad? I mean, it's not as if we know whether that solar system was even inhabited." Well, yeah, that's precisely the point. We don't know and it may have been and, if so, God knows how many people Rodney killed. Actually, I think it unlikely that it was inhabited, because if it had been probably that would have been explicitly stated. However, whether inhabited or not, blowing up a solar system as a result of actions that could have easily been avoided is pretty bad.

One thing I like about SGA is how it doesn't flinch from making its protagonists flawed and human and prone to mistakes. And you know what, we all make mistakes.

But not every mistake slips over the line into pure negligence. )
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French bureaucrat!

Now that's weird. Val Pelka with a dapper grey beard and slicked back receding hair in Egypt: The Curse of Tutankhamun on BBC1.
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Just received a call from a broadband company.

Saleswoman: I'm from [company whose name I can't remember]. We'd like to offer you 8MB broadband speed.

Mandragora: Oh, well, I'm really not interested because I'm just about to be upgraded to 10MB. Plus, I need unlimited downloads. Do you offer unlimited downloads?

Saleswoman (ignoring question): Oh, but this is free.

Mandragora (raising eyebrow and drawling): *Really*. Permanently free?

Saleswoman: Well, no, but you get the first two months free.

Mandragora: So, not free at all then.

Saleswoman: Oh, but you can cancel after two months.

Mandragora: Yes, but what's the point? Why go through all that hassle and bother just for two months?

Saleswoman: It won't be any trouble at all, it can all be done through your BT phone line.

Mandragora: I'm not with BT, I get my phone through the cable company.

Saleswoman: Oh. Um, but this is free.

Mandragora: For two months only, yes, I heard you the first time. So, to sum up, you want me to pay for a service that is less speedy than the one I'll shortly be getting, *and* with limited downloads, even though I've already told you that I require unlimited downloading capacity *and* I'll need to change my phone to BT as well?

Saleswoman: But, you must not be getting very good speed.

Mandragora: I'm presently on 2MB, shortly to be upgraded to 10MB with unlimited downloads at no extra cost, and I also save on the telephone costs because my phone is cable also. Why would I want to switch to a less good service again?

Saleswoman: Er, have a nice day and goodbye.
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Just found out from the [livejournal.com profile] little_details community that in the US probation officers are armed. Wow. Just, wow.

See, I know lots of probation officers in Britain. They are all social workers, are unaffiliated with the police, and absolutely none of them carry a gun. Ever. I admire probation, who do a difficult job (mostly) pretty well and they're usually nice, caring people who genuinely care about the convicted criminals who are their clients. The idea that they'd need to be armed, given that they're there to help, is just... mind-boggling.

I know the US is a completely different culture (actually, several different cultures, I think, given the vast differences in outlook across the various States) from the UK but I've spent quite a bit of time there (and love parts of the US with a passion) and then I learn something like this and it smacks me in the face with its strangeness.

I wonder if probation is armed in other countries where the police are also routinely armed. Anyone know?
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I hate, hate, hate sheer stupidity amongst people who are meant to be intelligent.

I suspect that's not the reaction TPTB were hoping to elicit, but I was sadly unmoved by tonight's dramatic happenings. Because the stupidity. It burns...
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[livejournal.com profile] laurakaye

May it be sparkly and frolicsome and fun-filled.
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It's Tarrant on Spooks. Haven't seen him for years.
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When you see this, post a poem you like on your LJ.

I first read this poem as part of my O Level English Literature studies many years ago. We were studying the War Poets at the time and for some reason this is the poem that stuck with me. I think it's because the first few lines paint such an evocative image.

Song of the Dying Gunner AAJ by Charles Cansley


Oh mother my mouth is full of stars
As cartridges in the tray
My blood is a twin-branched tree
And it runs,all runs away.

Oh "Cooks to the Galley!" is sounded off
And the lads are down in the mess
But I lie down by the forrad gun
With a bullet in my breast.

Don't send me a parcel at Christmas time
Of socks and nutty and wine
And don't depend on a long weekend
By the Great Western Railway Line

Farewell, Aggie Weston, the Barracks at Guz
Hang my tiddley suit on the door
I'm sewn up neat in a canvas sheet
And I shan't be home no more.
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Have just nipped outside the office, together with all my colleagues (except for the receptionist manning the phones) to watch the England cricket team go by on their procession in honour of winning the Ashes back from Australia. After 18 years...

I don't normally go in for that sort of thing, but the procession was going right past our offices and, well, it was a superb series and the boys deserved their accolades. As did the women's team in the bus immediately following. Enthusiasm was such that even the Swedish lawyer came out for a gander.

Flintoff (and wife and baby) were in the front. I must say that he looked remarkably well for someone who was (apparently) up until 6.15 am this morning partying.

There were remarkably few police officers controlling the crowd, as a colleague who's a former copper commented. I pointed out that it's *cricket* and it's *the City*. Why would you need many police? It's not like it's football.
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As a result of a conversation on [livejournal.com profile] moonlettuce's LJ have just discovered that my existing broadband speed is to be upgraded to a mighty 10Mb with unlimited downloads at no extra cost.

How much do I love Blueyonder atm? Oh, lots and lots and lots...
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It's been a long time since I actually finished something. Most of my efforts in recent years have fizzled out, when I've been too overwhelmed by RL circumstances to finish them. Or, I've just lost interest (temporarily, although I think that Smallville story is gone for good -- I can barely bring myself to watch the show any more) in finishing them at present.

So, imagine how glad I am to have finished something. Even if it is crack!fic! of the veriest cracked nature...

Announcing my first Stargate Atlantis story, written for the [livejournal.com profile] sga_flashfic Harlequin Challenge.

Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Genre: Slash
Rating: Explicit

Story summary: Atlantis needs Prince Rodney back.

Part One can be read here.

Part Two is here.
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is exaggerating how horrific conditions are in New Orleans right now to make a better news story.

Seeing person after person on the Ten O'Clock News begging and pleading for help, crying that there's no food and no water and that women and children are being raped following the breakdown of law and order, is one of the worst things I've seen. Not because - sadly - I haven't seen similar incidents on TV before. I have. And all too many of them. But these were in poor countries, often following civil war and the breakdown of the infrastructure, and where there just aren't the resources to help.

Not in the world's richest country. Not in the country that has more resources than anyone else.

Why was it too little, too late? And who made the decision to leave the poorest residents of New Orleans - perhaps as many as 100,000 people - behind to die. Why the fuck wasn't there at least some sort of effort to get those people out?

Yes, I appreciate the problems in the logistics of moving over a million people. But why wasn't there at least some effort made to evacuate at least some of the people without their own transport, who were effectively trapped there?

Why?
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Anyone who's a SGA fan probably already knows this, but in the new episodes that have just aired...

Cut for spoilers )
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Admittedly it took an hour longer than normal (one hour forty mins in total) but actually it was rather pleasant. Got a bus as tube is up the spout anyway (Piccadilly Line is likely to be out of action for the 'foreseeable future') and Moorgate station - where I could pick up a WAGN train was also closed.

Info was confused - one WAGN person said trains were running from Finsbury Park, another that Finsbury Park was closed and the trains were running from Kings Cross and a third that Kings Cross was closed. A bus to Wood Green and therefore within 2 miles of my house came along, so I grabbed it. Me and a lot of other people. No problem, though, I got a seat upstairs next to some Swedish bloke with a rucksack. Figured the rucksack was just that and plonked myself next to him. From Wood Green picked up the replacement Piccadilly Line bus service to the next tube stop, which is mine and wandered down to my place.

And the sun shone. It was all rather pleasant and good humoured, actually.

As I said to Temaris, if they're going to do it every other Thursday we ought to start diarising.

Monday: court.
Tuesday: interview client.
Wednesday: court and interviewing client.
Thursday: terrorist attack.
Friday: yet more court.

Etc.

As Tem pointed out, first attack was the morning, next was lunchtime. So presumably the Thursday after next will be in the evening. Hmm, now that's a day to work from home. Or leave early. Like I was able to do today - was going to pick up the car from where it was undergoing some minor repairs. But, the car is still with the garage, as I can't get to it by public transport today. Ah well, there's always tomorrow.

In less pleasant news, I discovered today that the solicitor who was one of the victims on 7 July was sitting on the next table to mine at the Tout's Ball (big legal shindig), which took place just the week before at the Grosvenor Hotel on Park Lane. I knew that I recognised her when I saw her photo and today saw her name in a book we all carry around listing all solicitors in our line of work. That was a poignant moment.

ETA Transport is already getting back to normal. True to their word, disruptions have been kept to a minimum. Never thought I'd say this, but well done London Underground and the train operators.
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No, not the (long) SGA story I'm (slowly) writing, but I've just finished inputting all the telephone numbers stored in my old mobile into the new one.

Old mobile, which I've been planning to upgrade for ages, packed up on me today. It wouldn't dial numbers or receive calls. One thing that's absolutely essential for me from a business POV is a functioning mobile, so I upgraded to a Motorola V3. It didn't cost me anything because I'm on a contract - can't ever risk running out of credit, you see. I could be asked to go to court or advise some arrested person at very short notice and at any time and therefore the mobile *needs* to work at all times.

The new phone has got masses of bells and whistles - camera, bluetooth, voice-recognition software, four different types of text etc. I'm slowly trying to learn the functions but the most important is the phonebook. Alas, the old mobile is so old that it wasn't possible to transfer any numbers saved to the phone, as opposed to the sim card, so I've had to laboriously input a large amount of numbers into the new mobile by hand. Whilst doing so, I've found myself frankly bewildered by several names that I just don't recognise. I must have had *some* reason to save those numbers to my mobile. Wish I knew why.

And now, I think I'll go and re-watch the SGA Season 2 opener and SG1 Season 9 opener. I had nits about both, but really, I was so chuffed at seeing a new episode of SGA that I was willing to overlook every one of them. As for SG1, oh, I'm really going to miss Jack but OTOH, BB as Cameron Mitchell. Mmmmm.
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I need to get from North London to Kingston-upon-Thames tonight. It's a distance of about 20 miles. So, how long do you think I'm going to have to allow to get there?

Two hours. At least.

Yes, it's a Saturday, but the main route to get there is currently closed due to a fire on the North Circular road (right by Brent Cross for any locals out there) with traffic jams in either direction of (last time I checked) about 8 miles of completely stationery traffic. So, I have a choice of trying to get through Central London (with all the roads being chocka due to people trying to get off the North Circ), or go up to the M25 and do a huge detour. M25 it is, I think. I just can't face the thought of driving into the City and then through the West End, and Knightsbridge and onto Hammersmith. With all the people out shopping, as well. Eeek.

In the normal course of events I'd say to hell with it and take public transport. Except that there's no Piccadilly Line, so getting down to Kingston by public transport at present is a total pain in the arse.

Spent 6 hours downloading SGA Season Two opener. Only to find that I couldn't play it. Went and downloaded new bittorrent client (don't know why the old one wouldn't play it, but it wouldn't) and am currently downloading again. By current estimates I've got 9 hours to go... Sincerely hope that will speed up but no matter what I won't be watching it before I go out tonight. *pouts*

Have been thoroughly spoiled for HBP. Thanks to all who did the spoiling - much appreciated. Now to look forward to the flame wars...
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You're a bunch of useless buggers.

Journey From Hell today. Had to get into the office for a 9.30am meeting. No Piccadilly Line, of course, so I went to get the overground. Arrived at the train station to find a packed platform and that I couldn't get onto the train as it was too full. Thought, 'Oh well, there's another one along in 4 minutes, so I'll get that one'.

WAGN cancelled it. No reason given. Oh, and the next one was running late... Result, a twenty minutes gap between trains. Because that makes *so* much sense, when you're the only route into the City that a substantial chunk of North London has. No, no, that's fine, cancel a train in *rush hour* when there's no Piccadilly Line, and when the next train is running late. No problem at all.

Then the news trickled in that the Victoria Line wasn't working either, presumably because of a security alert. So, two out of the three main North London tube lines were out.

Late-running train arrived. I'd positioned myself just by the doors to my carriage and a woman and myself squeezed on. No one else made it - there just wasn't room.

Did I mention that it's hot today? By this time it was already 24C. Now imagine a horde of sweating people gasping for air wedged into the train like sardines. Such fun. I'm still dehydrated.

Oh, and I was late, even having left myself an hour and a quarter to get to the office instead of the usual 45 minutes.

Transport problems all over London this morning, though, because everyone else was late as well. We were still locked in the conference room deep in discussions at midday, so missed the two minutes silence completely.
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With more expected to come. Some bodies are still trapped under Kings Cross. Police do not know how many died in the bus.

This is from BBC lunchtime news.
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Piccadilly Line is buggered. No service between Arnos Grove and Hyde Park "until further notice". Whimper.

But I'm lucky, I can get a train (WAGN), at least as far as Old Street and that will get me to court this morning. The train also goes through Finsbury Park, and I can pick up the Victoria Line, as well. So, I have options. I'll have to leave today before the court opens, though, to get there on time, so guess I'll find out whether the court is open or not when I get there.

Tube info is at: http://www.tfl.gov.uk/tfl/latest-travel-updates.shtml
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I was meant to be at The Caprice right now, being taken out to dinner at one of London's star-infested restaurants. It's been booked for weeks (it takes weeks to get a table there, unless you're Michael Caine).

Bugger!

Honestly, though, petty though my reaction undoubtedly is, it's typical of Londoners. Once the shock wears off, we think of the inconvenience. Every bloody time there was an IRA bomb, or an IRA bomb-threat, everyone just shrugged and carried on as normal. Yes, it took ages to get home, or ages to get into work. Funny how the former was much more a tragedy than the latter... Yes, we mourned the dead and the injured. But, life goes on and it's *important* to show them - the faceless perpetrators - that life goes on.

None of us will be changing our lives over this. Oh, we'll keep even more of an eye open for suspect packages than before on public transport. Maybe some bloke wearing a bulky jacket in mid-August on the tube will be subject to scrutiny - it's thought one of the two dead on the bus was one of the bombers. Mind you, it's also thought that he blew himself up by mistake. I'm not into retribution but I can't help thinking that it serves him right. Pity about the other poor hapless individual. And, really, it's amazing and heartening that so few died on the bus; I've seen the pictures and the blood splashed up the BMA building walls. It's also amazing that the death toll, shocking though it is, is so low. I've seen reactions to the effect of: Ha! Four piddly bombs, is that the best you can do! And, paraphrasing the London Mayor, Ken Livingstone, "Come and have a go if you think you're hard enough!". Sums it all up, really.

I don't envisage mass defections out of London. I don't envisage any defections - that wouldn't be in keeping with the spirit of things. Just get back on that tube, don't forget your bottle of water if it's hot, and let's go. Well, that's assuming that the tube is working in the first place, that is.

The best reaction to this is to have a cup of tea, or a pint. Me, I like neither. So I'll stick to mineral water.

Seen on LJ: "Speaking on behalf of the people of Essex, we are standing by you the peoples of Londonia in these trying times. Mainly because Suffolk won't swap places with us."

Well, I thought it was funny!
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Just posting this for Temaris. *g* Contrary to (some peoples') fears the good people of Winchmore Hill have engaged in zero panic buyingat Sainsburys supermarket. There was no stocking up. All was as normal. Even the sun came out. Traffic flowed smoothly.

Tube is due to start running tomorrow, but it may not be the full service. Oh, and some courts may be closed. Don't know if mine is, and it's closed now so I can't ring up and check.

Fuck! Just heard - four more fatalities. 37 dead. 700 injured in total.
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It's likely to rise.

Just watched the Emergency Services news-panel report.

It appears that the Emergency Plan worked well and that there was very little, if any, panic. The public remained calm and evacuated in accordance with directions from the emergency services.

It appears that the worst number of fatalities are at Kings Cross on the Piccadilly Line. If I'd been in court today I would have been on the Piccadilly Line and at Kings Cross at the absolute worst moment. The Piccadilly Line is likely to be out for a while but most tube services will be back by tomorrow and buses are starting to run in Zone 1, as are local trains.

Well done the emergency services.
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WAGN services are terminating at Finsbury Park. If you're a decent walker, Finsbury Park is doable, especally as buses start to run from Zone 2 - there are no buses in Zone 1.
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