Bhutto - I am Legend

Benazir Bhutto, like her father before her, has been killed and moved into what can only be seen by many as matrydom. I was shocked to hear that she was assasinated but not surprised. I remember the news reports as she returned triumphantly, and with genuine emotion, back to the country of her birth and perhaps she knew the land where she would eventually die.

Even after the first attempt at her life I hoped that she would re-consider her strategy. She has children, as a mother I'm not sure whether I would want to take that risk with my life, with their well-being. Perhaps I am not as singular and passionate in a belief as she was. Perhaps death is an integral part of the Bhutto life .. her father and two brothers met a violent death. Some say it was the death of her father that brought her into the life of politics. I hope that she has not re-created this cycle for her own children.

She was a strange character ... I should be proud that she was the youngest, first and only female political leader of a muslim country ... but then I am unsure how I feel about the claims of corruption that led to her downfall twice. I am sad but also annoyed that she took the risk that led to her death ... But as they say, when your time is up, you can do nothing to delay the inevitable. I, like may others I am sure, am left with a strange feeling of loss and bewilderment.

Facebook killed the blogging star ...

I have been spending way too much time stalking, sorry networking on Facebook ... and now that I have discovered Scrabulous .. I have spent inordinate amounts of time getting my ass whipped by Mary in Toronto and whipping Salman in Newcastle.

I have resisted the temptation to link the two so far ... Paranoia is rampant amoing the siblings, Goliath & Vertigo. They have obviously things to hide! Me, well, now someone has my entire identity and bank details because of the missing child benefit CD ... what have I got to lose?

Anyhow ... saw this somewhere and decided it was so funny I had to post it ... so true .... So who are you in the meeting?

Well fook me!

You may have thought that I had died of embarrassment after eliciting just one measly comment from my last posting but it is worse ... the little rascal, nearing two years old now said a four letter word that stopped me in my tracks.

Whilst Zoo was eating his lunch, I pottered around the kitchen trying to sort out some juice and heard a clatter of cutlery on the floor. "Fook!" mutters Zoo staring at the floor.

I stand glued to the spot, petrified that I may have heard what I think I've heard.

Cream and I have tried our utmost not to say any inappropriate words in front of him especially as he has a tendency to pick up new words quickly. He has perfected the use of "pleees" and "tankque" and more recently "sawree", but this was not one that we has been practising. "Fartie" is the worse thing we've taught him so far.

"What did you say?" I ask trying to look unconcerned.
"Fook" he replies with a big smile on his face.

I try to ascertain exactly what he is saying and hoping it's not what I fear.

"Frog?" He shakes his head, "Fook."
"Fox?" "Fook."
"Fix?" "Fook."

Desperation is beginning to show now as beads of perspiration congregate ...

"Fish?" "Fook."
"Fart?" "Fook."


I run out of f words at this point and decide it's best to just ignore it and deal with the shame when he repeats it again in public. I pick up his spoon from the floor, give it a quick wipe for good measure and go back to pouring out his apple juice, with a deep sigh, wondering how I'm going to explain this to Cream.

"Ummmee" comes an angelic voice from the dining table. "Fook" he says pointing to the floor. It suddenly dawns on me that he is actually trying to tell me that he has dropped his fork!!

"Thank fucking God!!"

"Fookieee!!!" comes the reply from the table .... "Oh, bugger!"