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New Scientist has a handy breakdown of climate-related misconceptions which could usefully be pointed to any contrarians you might happen to see in pubs on . . . . oh, Saturday nights in the Dagda or wherever.

This is good news. In my view, anyway. I can't find the actual draft bill, though. {Ah - it's here]

I'm quite disappointed we're not going to have a leadership election. I was definitely going to vote for McDonnell if we had (he's funnier, as well as proposing stuff I gree with more) and while Gordon was pretty much certain to win I think it would have been a very worthwhile process to actually argue the tossdiscuss policy. Perhaps someone would even have persuaded Gordon to leave some useful hostages . . .

In more frivolous news, El Reg reports that novelty act Rednexx are up for sale. Apparently they have a world record for longest song name, for a little ditty called The Sad But True Story Of Ray Mingus, The Lumberjack Of Bulk Rock City, And His Never Slacking Stribe In Exploiting The So Far Undiscovered Areas Of The Intention To Bodily Intercourse From The Opposite Species Of His Kind, During Intake Of All The Mental Condition That Could Be Derived From Fermentation - 52 words, 306 characters.

This, of course, is a challenge. Can any of you think of a longer one? I'll open with Test Dept's magisterial Long Live British Democracy Which Flourishes And Is Constantly Perfected Under The Immaculate Guidance Of The Great, Honourable, Generous And Correct Margaret Hilda Thatcher. She Is The Blue Sky In The Hearts Of All Nations, Our People Pay Homage And Bow In Deep Respect And Gratitude To Her, The Milk Of Human Kindness.

53 words, 320 characters. Beat that.

Finally, I'll mention that there's a Writers' Bloc reading tonight at the Tron Tavern, and Gav's having a solo reading, and launch of a new edition of Crap Ghosts, on Saturday at the same place. Details can be found here.
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thanks lots for that climate thing. I was having one of those climate arguments the other day and was stumped by the "mars and venus warming too" argument.
Yes. I had that discussion recently (one Saturday in the Dagda) and it was nice to be able to dig out an answer. Mind you, every time I have that discussion it's a different misconception. I may spend the rest of my life having the same argument.
Get those web pages printed on microfiche and the next time someone says "It's all due to cows farting of course" superglue the microfiche to their eyeballs.
If it was who I think it was in the Dagda supergluing something to their eyeballs would be a good idea whether or not it helped educate them...
Fiona Apple has an album called 'When the Pawn Hits the Conflicts He Thinks Like a King What He Knows Throws the Blows When He Goes to the Fight and He'll Win the Whole Thing 'Fore He Enters the Ring There's No Body to Batter When Your Mind Is Your Might So When You Go Solo, You Hold Your Own Hand and Remember That Depth Is the Greatest of Heights and If You Know Where You Stand, Then You Know Where to Land and If You Fall It Won't Matter, Cuz You'll Know That You're Right' . Unfortunatly all the songs have shorter titles.
care to retry that last comment.. I would really like to see a song with 980 words made of 446 characters.
and i was just talking to my pal allan about CBS tonight... cos he soundchecked just before John Tams and Barry Coope (pic) at a wee fest last weekend. Small world.
I don't care how much longer it is, no title can compete with "Several Species of Small Furry Animals Gathered Together in a Cave and Grooving with a Pict". So there
I'm quite a fan of Jeffrey Lewis' "The Chelsea Hotel Oral Sex Song" myself.
Hmm, what counts though?

I have just written this song called 'A very long name for a song, so long in fact that it's much longer than the song itself, which consists just of the word 'ah' sung to the note middle C played for one second, so you could sing the song several times rather than read its name, which you're probably wishing you hadn't started now, but it's too late because it just goes on and on and on and on until it reminds me of a passage from the Bible - "..and Seth begat Enos, and Enos begat Cainan, and Cainan begat Mahalaleel, and Mahalaleel begat Jared, and Jared begat Enoch, and Enoch begat Methuselah, and Methuselah begat Lamech, and Lamech begat Noah, and Noah begat Shem, Ham, and Japheth.." - and this is the title.'
i don't know about longest song title. but nz does apparently have the longest placename.

i occasionally sing a song called 'Hilda's Cabinet Band'. yes, political and about Her. Or, it, as I think is more appropriate.
Ah yes, good old

Taumatawhakatangihangakoauauotamateaturipukakapikimaungahoronukupokaiwhenuakitanatahu!

One of the things I want to do before I die is visit there.
not very exciting. tis just an average hill with a large sign board. it's like a huka chant but is just a wee story of bod going up hill and scraping his knees. hhehehe