07-26-2006, 12:25 PM
I don't know how or when, I found "The Curmudgeon". I don't know why I forgot about him until today, going through my "favorites". He handles the English language in a way that has me green with envy and highlyamused at the same time. He handles the language like a sword, as skillfully as a surgeon and as ferociously as a barbarian.
To introduce him, let me quote the first paragraph of yesterday's blog:
"A couple of weeks ago, the Government's imaginative brilliance and administrative efficiency were admirably showcased in a leaked series of emails by civil servants. "This has all the inauspicious signs of a project continuing to be driven by an arbitrary end date, rather than reality," one of them noted. He was referring, of course, to New Labour's Surveillance Makes You Free project, the biometric identity cards and assorted national databases which will serve to make the future as clean, fragrant and virtuous as the Vicar of Downing Street's very own conscience."
The Curmudgeon is Philip Challinor; his world, that includes, "The house of Donors", is found here
To introduce him, let me quote the first paragraph of yesterday's blog:
"A couple of weeks ago, the Government's imaginative brilliance and administrative efficiency were admirably showcased in a leaked series of emails by civil servants. "This has all the inauspicious signs of a project continuing to be driven by an arbitrary end date, rather than reality," one of them noted. He was referring, of course, to New Labour's Surveillance Makes You Free project, the biometric identity cards and assorted national databases which will serve to make the future as clean, fragrant and virtuous as the Vicar of Downing Street's very own conscience."
The Curmudgeon is Philip Challinor; his world, that includes, "The house of Donors", is found here