"Being British is about driving in a German car to an Irish pub for a Belgian beer, then travelling home , grabbing an Indian curry or Chinese on the way, to sit on Swedish furniture and watch American soap shows on a Japanese TV. And the most British thing of all? Suspicion of anything foreign."

P.Kilduff. Ruinair p.51

I have this feeling that whoever's elected president, like Clinton was, no matter what promises you make on the campaign trail - blah, blah, blah - when you win, you go into this smoky room with twelve industrialist, capitalists scumfucks that got you in there, and this little screen comes down...and it is a shot of Kennedy's assassination from an angle you've never seen before, which looks suspiciously of the grassy knoll...And then the screen comes up, the lights come on, and they say to new president, 'Any questions?' 

Rasinesime ir mes. Bus ateiciai, kad ryskesni ispudziai ir kasdienes emocijos isliktu (na dar ir kad senatvej, sededami po palme, turetumeme, ka skaitineti, aisku, jei vis dar pajegsime akinius storais stiklais ant nosies nulaikyt :D ).

Neturim nei noro, nei poreikio skelbtis visam pasauliui, nenorim buti surasti per "visagali Google", su savo rasliava nepretenduojame i jokius konkursus ir apdovanojimus, todel, jei skaitote si blog'a, vienaip ar kitaip ESATE susije su mumis - mylim jus, gerbiam ir vertinam jusu nuomone. Jei musu nepazistate, ir kokiu nors "stebuklingu" budu sugebejote "prisikasti" iki sio blog'o, tuoj pat NUSTOKITE SKAITYTI. Praneskite mums, ir jau tada mes (nu ne mes, o didziai gerbiamas E) padirbesime, kad dar labiau "uzslaptinti" si absoliuciai slapta blog'a.

Taigi pradedam....