Yay, someone else agrees with me that nuclears are bad.
So come on everybody. If you hate nuclears like me, leave a comment on this cool "No Nuclears" site.
Let's pull together and hate the nuclears.
Like fiddy says..."If we be playing like nuclear hata's, we'll kill the nuclears (non violently) and get things corrected."
Check this out first...
Dear Greenpeace,
I am writing after watching your latest advert against nuclear power.
It was really scary. I nearly pooed in my pants.
The only thing is, I think it's a bit irresponsible. What if a terrorist saw that short and realistic film? It might give them the idea to hire a plane and fly it into a nuclear power station.
And I live in Cambridge, which is quite near to Sizewell.
Please, next time, think about what you are doing a bit more carefully.
Yours sincerely,
David Trent
(Thanks Jon for the link and Fenella for telling me to write a letter)
Dear Mr Howarth,
This evening, my wife and I were eating our dinner and we were discussing George Galloway.
We were wondering how he could possibly have any credibility left after making a fool of himself in the big brother house.
We came to the conclusion that no publicity is bad publicity these days, and it will probably work for him as an awareness raising exercise.
This led to us wondering who our local MP is. It was with some dismay that we realised we had no idea of our local MP’s identity.
My wife said “Our MP is a liberal democrat. I knew who it was when it was Anne Campbell, but I don’t have a clue who it is now.”
I am disgusted by our apathy, and wish to inquire what exactly you, Mr Howarth, in your capacity as my local MP intend to do about this.
Yours, in dismay,
David Trent
I have been walking around all day singing
"And yeah, I'd love to tell you all my problem"
and
"Just banging tunes and dj sets and"
but actually I've been walking around singing "Girl, you're not the answer to my problem" so I am v. street.
My finger got infected eczema. It really hurts and I am on antibiotics. They rock. My finger stopped hurting within 12 hours. If you have any pain in your life, I recommend getting on them as soon as poss. I think I might try to get them off the internet and take them for the rest of my life.
Nothing funny has happened at work for ages. 
Nothing funny has happened at home, except Elly sat at the table saying "bugger, silly bugger" to me. I had to stick my head behind the fridge door to stop Elly seeing how delighted I was by my brilliant swearing daughter was.
I then told her not to say those words, because they would make her mother sad. Striking a blow for equality there.
And before you get all high and mighty Mum, that's your fault, not mine.
I never say bugger.
I say wanker, bastards, fuck, shit, toss, anus, poo, fart but very rarely do I say bugger.
You, on the other hand, do.
You and Polly both do.
Regularly.
To Mick, and to Elly.
Well done Nana.
