March 17, 2003
It's a question of when, not if

Iraq diplomacy collapses

Emergency cabinet meeting called

We can expect that Robin Cook will go. As will Claire Short, if the has an ounce of integrity, which I think she does. Military action, what, tomorrow, Wednesday?

After that, who can say? I should imagine that the US will go through the desert quick enough - air power will see to that. But once they hit the cities, it could be really bad. If the Iraqi troops put up a real fight in the cities, the casualties will be horrendous, both military and civilian.

But will they? Obviously I hope not, but it's possible. Perhaps the Iraqi military feel that if they inflict sufficient casualties the allies will be forced to pack up and go home, a-la Vietnam. Given the lack of domestic support, this isn't totally impossible.

But I certainly hope the whole thing is over quickly. As always in modern war, it's going to be the civilians who bear the brunt of all this. It's at times like this that I wish I had someone to prey to.

Time to re-link to the classic God Angrily Clarifies 'Don't Kill' Rule.

Posted to The Big Room by Simon Brunning at 04:31 PM
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Posted to Python by Simon Brunning at 01:33 PM
St. Patrick's Day

A happy St. Patrick's Day (aka The Reinforcin' O' The Stereotypes) to all my imaginary readers.

My friend Steve and I once proved beyond doubt that it was impossible to get drunk on Guinness. Stella yes, Guinness no.

On the other hand, I've been finding that it's having more of an effect on me than it used to. I can only surmise that they are making it stronger these days. Anyway, time to re-test the theory, I think.

I'll be in O'Neill's in Muswell Hill, which bizarrely doesn't seem to have a web site. How 20th century! I'd buy you a pint, only you'd never recognise me.

Posted to Apropos of nothing by Simon Brunning at 12:29 PM
You'd have thought that they'd have told someone

According to CoopBlog, the HMS Belfast is 65 today, and as part of the celebration she will fire her guns at 11 a.m. and 2 p.m. (The Belfast will, that is, not CoopBlog's author.)

The Belfast is moored on the Thames on the southern edge of The City Of London, (London's financial district) where I work. Now, what with Mr. bin Laden still running around, and Mr. Blair and friends on the verge of bombing the fuck out of Iraq, we are all a little nervy around here. Surely they ought to have told a few people about this - unexpected explosions are going to scare the crap out of everyone.

Having said that, it's now twenty past eleven, and I didn't hear anything. ;-)

Posted to Apropos of nothing by Simon Brunning at 11:20 AM