Meaningless, meaningless

Just been watching the news about the protestors at Drax power station with increasing irritation.  Partly because I was thinking of going to evening of it, but they never replied to my e-mail, and partly because the media couldn't stage a more stereotypical head-to-head if they tried.

 The protestors: I could almost hear Tom shouting "bloody crusties" at the screen.  Dirty, dreadlocked, poorly dressed and earnest, the lot of them.  And, of course, they were spinning poi.

 The police: "We've had a successful day, peaceful protests, law and order maintained, etc. etc..  Oh, and we just happen to have arrested 38 people in line with our policy of not letting the hippies get too cocky."

 Grr!

I'm probably just irritated from the shit week I've been having.  Have spent all week so far writing a social research paper for a conference in a field I previously knew nothing about, then lost most of today to a 4 and a half hour meeting.  All fun and games in the SBS!

My question for today: is it still possible to push-start a car, what with all the new-fangled gadgetry they have in them these days?  I think I remember someone telling me they don't have spark plugs any more, which would mean you can't jump start them, but what about giving them a good old fashioned shove? Earlier I saw a car stuck in the middle of the road with its hazard lights flashing and burly looking blokes standing around it and was wondering why it hadn't been pushed to safety, is all.  

I've decided that the best thing that could happen in this election would be the Lib Dems gaining loads of Tory and Labour seats and creating a hung parliament. Labour would still have the majority but would have to join forces with the Lib Dems. This would be good for both parties: Labour would be forced to accommodate some of the Lib Dems' rather good policies while the Lib Dems would get experience of government and actually making things work.

Of course, if I want this to happen then I should probably be voting Lib Dem. I'm just not convinced that they won't fuck up... especially knowing it was the Lib Dem council that cut all the funding for voluntary groups a few years ago, meaning that Recreational Transport and a load of good stuff on the Saff had to close. I think the Lib Dem candidate played some part in that. My dad, as usual, is trying to convince me to vote Labour. Apparently the Labour candidate is proper "Old Labour", was anti the war and was responsible for Leicester becoming "Environment City" while a councillor. Then again, I could always go Green. It depresses me when parties like UKIP and Respect get more votes that the Greens. *sigh* Decisions, eh?

On a totally unrelated note, I've got scabies. And I'm writing it here because (a) I'm not ashamed and (b) it's probably best that my friends should be warned, in case I inadvertantly touch them (in a senksual manner or otherwise). They're determined little bastards - resisted the first two treatments, now I have to try the evil stuff that makes your skin burn. This is my second time of catching it, too, so I know how long it can drag on for. Grr!