Mock the Wiki

Apparently there's a new site where some old woman is giving away all the secrets to Strictly Come Dancing votes. It's called Widileaks.
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Have you noticed how many anti-Facebook stories there are in the Daily Mail recently? I counted three yesterday and two today plus another general one about how emails give you cancer, or something like that.
I shouldn't complain. For a start I spend far too long on Facebook and secondly, we actually write some of those stories.
But it is funny how the Mail combines its reliance on the internet - its website is one of the most popular news sites in the world and delivers a refreshngly upbeat account of what Kim Kardashian is wearing at any one time - with an old fashioned, retired Colonel's attitude to anything modern.
'Facebook? It's all tosh. In my day, the only way to update your status was to marry into money.'
'Email? What's wrong with talking to people.'
'Wikileaks? How dare they expose secret behaviour that we have used for hundreds of years to subjugate the colonies?'
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Went to meet a contact in a tiny pub hidden in a mews in Mayfair, before he - the contact - went to a real life Ambassador's Party, at the Argentine Embassy, complete with pyramids of chocolates. This is a strange part of town. Posher than posh, the last time I was in these tiny backstreets was many years ago when I was looking for prostitutes. In particular, I was looking for high class hookers who might have slept with Jeffrey Archer though I ended up having a chat with Stirling Moss. As you do.
In those days the homes round here were lived in by Arabs and the odd celebrity or Sir Clive Sinclair. Now, the accents are mainly East European. Things change I guess.
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I have inquisitive children, forever asking me to explain things to them that I do not understand myself but can often bluff my way through. History, politics, sport. But have you ever tried to explain 'Allo 'Allo to a 14-year-old? Give me quantum physics any time.
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Just when I thought I couldn't love Morrissey any more than I already do, the former Smiths frontman goes and rants against David Cameron and makes me love him even more. What's more, he has agreed with Johnny Marr for the first time in years. Both hate the fact Cameron claims to be a Smiths fan.
David Cameron used to think Eton Rifles was a tribute to his old school. The man's a wanker. Not because he's a Tory - I believe there are a lot more intelligent Conservatives than he. I remember Cameron when he was PR for Carlton Communications, as it was then. I asked him a question and he lied to me. I've never trusted him since then. And it's not just me. Look up what Jeff Randall says about him - it's online somewhere. And Jeff's not exactly anti-Tory.
Back to The Smiths. Never has one band provided so many good choices for songs to play at my funeral. There Is A Light, First of the Gang to Die, Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want. But perhaps most appropriate of all, You're The One For Me Fatty.
I'll blog tomorrow, when Bigmouth Strikes Again...cheers, Solly