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Hmm. I really must sort out some way of hearing the damn mango song...
Really Obvious Tactics Dept: if we have the thing on an e-card, couldn't we e-mail it to the various politicos involved in the various nastinesses we're trying to undo here? Yes, I know, there's bugger-all chance of them reading it, and we all hate getting those damn autoreplies, but it would establish a link. After all, you don't need to look at the common cold virus under an electron microscope to catch it - if it's in your general vincinity, it's gonna get ya...(hypothetical scenario: everyone emails the Mango to Sharon. Sharon never looks at the damn e-card - he's too busy blowing up newsreaders, or planning to enter the Israeli Sumo Olympics, or something - but one of his lowly, minimum-wage, why-the-hell-did-I-decide-to-do-works-experience-in-bloody-politics interns does see the card, and hears the tune. A few hours later, Sharon is walking down the hall, past our Frustrated Intern Guy, who seems in an inordinately good mood and is, in fact, whistling the mango song...Contact!)
Bizarre Instances of the Mango Working Dept: Apparently Greece and Turkey are starting renewed negotiations about Cyprus, with a view to solving the political problems there...
Quixotic Campaigning Dept: I can't do a Flame and knock up and distribute the Mango Song, but I do have a gig coming up in Dewsbury at the end of the week, and I will be taking some copies of the sigil along - and explaining what it's about to the people I'm performing for. Watch this space for further updates, in our soon-to-be-announced Spectacular Failures Dept...
Anyway, enough of this. Just noticed the computer I'm on has headphones next to it. Hmmm... |
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