There are two kinds of economists - those who don’t know the future and those who don’t know they don’t know.
Dispersion ought to have been a useful measuring event, some sort of distillation of today’s sampling urges and quotation kicks. Instead, it’s a show about the tragic aesthetic collapse of beauty and joy: a miserable little nerds’ reunion created out of the dull obsessions of a lifeless gang of second-rate thinkers and actors who don’t get out of the house enough and whose grim, grey tastes bring as much uplift to the visiting art-lover’s soul as a wedding at Haringey Civic Centre. I know exactly what to get all these participating artists for Christmas — a life.
(via a piece on atheism and comedy in The Times)
The jerry can was a piece of German Army equipment that the Eighth Army first met when the Afrika Korps arrived in Libya in early 1942. The 8th Army saw how good they were and “liberated” them whenever possible. Someone in authority had the good sense to put an exact copy into production in the UK. Previously all our petrol came up in flimsy two-gallon tins packed in twos within a light wooden frame. You could always recognise a truck carrying petrol because it was leaking in all directions — only a modest amount actually reached the forward areas.
Meanwhile, the police continue to demonstrate an uncanny knack for own goals and the occasional public relations disaster as individual officers overreact and apply the law on photography inaccurately and possibly unlawfully.
Nice and clean and finally it looks like a site being maintained.