Here we go again, folks!

It's that time of year when millions of Football fans' hopes are about to be dashed into a billion pieces by the harsh reality of the game.

Yep. Today the new Premier League season begins, actually already has at the moment I write, with the world about to be entertained for another 10 months by hordes of outrageously overpaid, spoilt sportsmen kicking "a bag of wind into an outdoor cupboard", as the great stand up, Bill Bailey, puts it.

Now, most of the stuff you read about football is by experts and those intensely knowledgable about the game - perhaps you read out of interest, or even because you love Football so much you want to risk your money by betting on it and want some pointers.

I wouldn't set any store by my opinions folks - so I take no responsibility for your bad bets or for you getting mocked by more knowledgable mates. I'm still going to share my thoughts on this season here.


It's pretty certain that poor old Burnley will be relegated - we'd love them not to be, since one of the things football fans love is the old underdog story (so long as your team isn't being relegated instead!). As for the rest of the relegation battle, it's very much a question of whether

a. Hull City pull themselves together or continue on the dreadful form they had for the second half of last season
b. Portsmouth get a buyer - otherwise they're screwed.

If their situations turn out for the best I'd probably see Birmingham going down, but I fancy Wolves will stay up. I have no idea who the third relegated club will be in this situation.

One thing you won't be seeing at the end of the year is Newcastle heading back to the Premiership. That club has a serious and debilitating sickness pervading it, and needs a wholesale rebirth before anything turns around.

I'm a Tottenham Hotspur fan myself, and since I'm a pessimist I think we'll probably manage to make 7th this year, with Villa ahead of us (which is annoying since my father-in-law is a fan) and the obvious Top five above. Fulham will fall away because they will be distracted significantle by European considerations.

It is always possible with Spurs that things are more volatile than that - after all, last season we got only 2 points from 8 games at the start of the year, and then went on to have the best Home record in decades and 47 points from the last 30 games of the year.

I think the key for Spurs is to shore up our defence, who seem to attract injuries in the way poor old Darren "sick-note" Anderton did all those years ago. Our best natural defender is so injured he has to rest between games rather than training - permanently! We've brought in one of Newcastle's only decentish players last year, but if you ask me we should try and play with the big boys, take advantage of David Moyes' anger at Man City and bid for Jolean Lescott! If we do it all in secret and the way Moyes wants, we may get at least to negotiate terms with the lad.

That's pretty much a pipe dream, but one more centre back will at least get me a bit more relaxed.

Finally, as for the top five, I think Man City will have a fairly poor start and may even fire Mark Hughes before the end of September, but I do think they'll make fifth once they gel.

Arsenal will end up in fourth - they just can't keep up in the arms race with their richer rivals.

Chelsea in third. Sure, they're many people's pick for the win, but I dislike their attitude and I think when players are this coddled and priveleged it costs them a lot of their killer instinct. Fergie knows how to get past this with his fabled man management skills, but Ancellotti is a different beast, and there's always that Russian bloke looking over his shoulder as a distraction.

Liverpool in second and Man U as champions. I think this will be even closer than last season, and could go either way but Fergie always wins the battle of the managers and I think he will make the difference.

A

I've been lax at keeping my blogs going, so to get back in the mood I thought I'd try this iTunes meme from chaletian.

My iTunes shows just how big and varied a music fan I am. I make no apologies.

Length of Songs: 59 Days (!)

Sort by Song Title:
FIRST: (A) Touch Sensitive by Super Furry Animals
LAST: 99 Red Balloons by Nena

Sort by Time:
SHORTEST TRACK: Home Of Rock (Dialogue) 00:05 by Steven Wright (from the Reservoir Dogs OST) - actually there are hundreds of others but most of them are miniscule noise samples from the home demos I do.

Shortest Actual song: Miracle Cure (00:12) from Tommy by The Who

LONGEST Track: En Attendant Cousteau (46:56) by Jean Michel Jarre
Actual song: Karn Evil 9 (29:38) by Emerson, Lake And Palmer

Sort by Album:
FIRST SONG: Exit Stage Right by Badly Drawn Boy (from "About A Boy")
LAST SONG: Sleep Don't Weep by Damien Rice ("from 9")
This assumes I ignore all the tracks without an album title.

First 10 Songs that Come up On Shuffle:

1. "If I Survive" by Hybrid (From "Wide Angle")
2. "Montague Terrace (In Blue)" by Scott Walker
3. "Join Together" by The Who
4. "Frog's Legs and Dragons Teeth" by Bellowhead
5. "There Ain't Half Been Some Clever Bastards" by Ian Dury And The Blockheads
6. "Pale Shelter" by Tears For Fears
7. "New Lace Sleeves" by Elvis Costello
8. "Live And Let Live" by LOVE
9. "Let There Be More Light" by Pink Floyd
10. "Clash City Rockers" by The Clash
    

Search...
“Sex” : 65 (including the whole of the Albums "Sextet and "Futuresex/Lovesounds" as well as "Blood Sugar Sex Magic")
“Love” : 647
“You” : 1073
“Death” : 12
“Hate” : 11
“Wish” : 17










So there it is. Should give you some idea of the breadth of my tastes anyway. See you soon.

A

Oh, Hellcakes!

I love compound nouns - hellcakes is just one of the highly descriptive and often highly offensive ones I've come up with.

The last post I made (on Jacko) contains so many grammatical errors it is deserving of such a noun.

I have left it alone since it is my sheer exasperation and speed of typing that caused them rather than alcohol or stupidity - there was a lot of rewriting of half sentences that were too cruel and these rewrites were done in a very short space of time.

If anyone feels the need to mock me for it, the comments section exists for just such a purpose!

A

Oh, stop it! MJ attracts the latest in the line of Grief Tourists

I have no problem with Michael Jackson, believe me. Off The Wall is a great album despite some of the soppy love song nonsense.

But surely, SURELY this story is done with now?

Here is a concept - if you were all big fans of MJ already, why the hell didn't you already own Man In The Mirror? Or Billie Jean? or Thriller for that matter?

The answer to this question is of course what I call, rather obviously, "grief tourists".

These people who have no personal interest in the deceased Nor indeed did many of them care enough to follow him closely nor even more bravely took the financial and credibility hit that would be buying the woeful "invincible" album.

All of a sudden these zero relations are crying in the streets, contributing messages of loss to phone ins, shocked and stunned at their loss and spend hours a day bemoaning the unfairness of the world that costs famous people their lives at regular intervals.

Then they buy his records.

I OWN two of his records and I haven't felt the desire to listen to them since his death. First of all, his death has not changed how good they are - and at their best they remain undeniable classics. Secondly, I know them pretty much back to front anyway, since I listened to them while he was STILL ALIVE!

My only idea here is that the record buying public are either buying these records out of guilt or some kind of feeling of grievers' minimum knowledge obligation

ie: "I'm saying his death has really affected me, but I can't hum the bridge to Man In The Mirror, I know - I'll download it and pretend I knew it all along"

Everyone who was alive and sentient in 1997 recognises the parallel with Princess Diana here - she was a desperately unhappy celebrity, though almost certainly less damaged mentally than Jacko was, and her death seemed equally as sudden and unexpected. I recall, despite only being 16 at the time, the sheer ludicrous snowballing of grief from people who probably wouldn't even have recognised "the people's princess" if she bought a bag of Quavers from their corner shop.

They'd probably have mistaken her for Jill Dando or something.

But they saw others on the news crying and laying flowers, and suddenly everyone had to do it. Seriously - you weren't properly grieving if you didn't go down to the Queen's house and littering.

So why does humanity do this?

When I attended the funeral several years ago of a distant relative, I felt like a fraud for standing there since I knew virtually nothing about the deceased, and in perpetual terror that someone would ask me what she was like or something. Sure I was sad that many people I knew were sad and had lost someone, but just how involved could I feel in the death of that one person?

It seems that these "grief tourists" have no such reticence. Urged on by a media now obsessed with lionising a man they tried to destroy a couple of years ago they are force fed the concept that public displays of grief for a man you didn't know are not only OK, but expected of you.

And what do they get out of it? The core of many human aims - in-group acceptance. Suddenly, it's very fashionable or "normal" to love Michael Jackson and everything he did. Suddenly rather than the weirdo loner who has been repeatedly accused of being a highly disturbed child molester he becomes instead The King Of Pop - an icon of the modern age and a hero for a generation.

If even half the people who claim to have thought of him in such a way actually did, he would probably have been a lot more secure and perhaps his death would have been avoided, and can you really look me in the eye and say it was unexpected?

Even so, these grief tourists are less annoying than those on Twitter who were kicking out Jacko death jokes within moments of the announcement that he had died, perhaps even before his body had cooled. These people really do need a kick up the backside. At least wait until he's had a post mortem!

I sum up those first few hours after his death like so:

"Miserable, deeply disturbed abused child dies. World laughs."

This was not our finest hour.

A

Now I'm back, from outer space.

Actually, I've never been away, I've just allowed other parts of my life to take over my routine, so the movie reviews over at the sister site, and mindless meanderings here have not been forthcoming.

Did you both miss me?

In fact, the only place I've been regularly posting is TWITTER, and my last 25 posts at the moment (whichever moment it happens to be) will appear now on this blog over there ---->

For those wo receive my blogs via email, bad luck. You'll have to actually visit my site to see the tweets, if that's your thing, but that's where they are.

I'm undecided on Twitter at the moment. I have nothing to sell, and I'm not a celebrity, but I have a few conversations with people on there I wouldn't normally become "facebook friends" with because I don;t actually know them. Many of these posts are board game related.

An interesting thing I saw on Twitter ast week was just how fast people started making fun of Michael Jackson's death. I was seeing horrible jokes at his expense certainly before his corpse was cold, and I think this may be the downside of Twitter.

It gives you the chance to share in people's internal monologues - the problem being, of course, that people aren't used to censoring their internal monologues so you sometimes get mindless, pointless mental meanderings (like many of my posts) or things that seemed funny in the posters' heads only to find they'e not so funny out of context or without inflection.

I treat Twitter in two ways - first as a genuine micro blog - I tweet often about what I'm doing, watching or thinking. Secondly to respond to others' POV and micro blogs. I am never going to be interested in it as a self promotion tool or as an information gathering medium (although that was how I heard of MJ's death - I double checked it on the news just in case it was a wind up) and there are many irritating market research bots and sex site linkers getting in the way.

So I'm undecided. We shall see if I keep it up.

Anyway - here's to some happy tweeting, and thanks for reading (if you still do)

A

I'm afraid of Americans

Bowie reference aside, and taking into account the editing choices that can be taken, I was still horrified by a quite astonishing clip from Fox news shown today on Jon Stewart's "Daily Show".

In a particularly daft and tasteless rant, a defence pundit stated, well, you can see below. DO bear in mind that Stewart's show is a comedy programme and I'm sure this is edited for dramatic effect, but the guy clearly calls for an attack on America.

FOLLOW THIS LINK AND JOIN ME IN INCREDULITY

I apologise for the advert beforehand, but that's the internet for you.

Er... I don't normally post links to videos since it's not a big thing for me, but I didn't think my quoting could do this justice. Is there any version of our planet on which this isn't hideously inappropriate?

And this isn't some half arsed small audience talk show on a small station - this is prime time FOX news. Boy am I glad I have only two channels full of 24 nonsense to watch.

A

Well, aside from the obvious fact that odour control cat litter is less effective at odour control than the wooden kind not a lot has been going on in Algo world recently.

Many factors contribute to this lack of reportable activity. Here's a list;

• I was recently given a huge pile of books by our neighbour who is moving out. They are RPG rulebooks and I've been flipping through them when normally I would have written on my blogs.
• I have been up against it with these cats. The mum and older daughter are ready to be rehomed, but noone is taking them - this means I have to spend a lot of time looking after 5 reasonable sized cats and the resulting mess and hygiene challenges.
• I've had a little more work than usual recently, though this is no excuse since I can email posts to my blogs and have a mobile with email capability.
• The freaking heat! This was even more of a problem until this week since I was under orders to not cut my hair or shave until I had done my days on Harry Potter. This is no longer an issue since I won't be in Harry Potter because my (background) part has been cut.
• Desperate searching for jobs.
  
• I've been more than a little victim of a recurrence of past problems.

So there we go - while you've been wondering why I didn't write a rant on MPs expenses (boring - already done to death by others) or the Scottish Church having to vote on whether to allow a homosexual to hold office (they were overwhelmingly in favour) that is why.

Hopefully more posts should be appearing soon.

For now, though, I have to feed the cats for the fourth time today. Sigh.

A

I looked up Sophies Choice... this isn't as bad.

I am officially a cat owner.

Here's what we agreed - we'd keep two of the kittens, one would go off with the mum and his big sister to a lovely new home.

Only, well, when it came to it I had real trouble choosing which one would go.

We were always going to keep Tiny (or The Bandit) since there's no way one could give up a cat you raised by hand from birth, but the other two are more problematic.

Dimitri (who used to be Smokes) is fairly docile and likes to be held a lot more than Bootsy does, who is a bit fraidy, but has, in my opinion, tonnes more personality and a penchant for standing up on two legs and setting about himself with double handed slaps etc.

They're both lovely.

So what do you do?

Here's my advice. DON'T try and make the decision while sitting in the room with them playing around your feet - it's just too hard.

What decision did I make? That should be patently and embarrassingly obvious.

A

Will ebooks replace the real thing?

This was my response to a semi rhetorical question from regular reader and fellow blogger Gary on his Musings Cafe blog. I reproduce it here for my readers.

The question was, in short, will ebooks replace their paper ancestors?

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Hmm, I wasn't alive during the vinyl era, but it's a comparison I'd have used as well.

Unlike vinyl though, I would say that the survival of books in their current form is certain.

The difference is in the way you interact with them. A book is experienced through the eyes, not the ears - which makes a big difference, and as anyone who has stared at any screen for a length of time will attest, using your eyes to read text on a screen for four hours is actually quite painful.

The difference between this and digital movie formats is the requirement viewing detail - individual words read at arms length have a different effect to a movie or tv show on a screen two or three metres away, since you are not scanning line after line of text.

In addition, the move to DvDs was uncontroversially a huge improvement to the home movie experience - unlike with Vinyl you never hear people say that VHS had a "warmer picture"

The improvements in musical formats have been to its portability - enabling everyone to experience outrageous levels of variety in a single commute.

Unlike music, books are read over many hours, not three to five minute bites - and enabling someone to pack 1000 books with them in something the size of a single book does not, to my mind as someone who only reads one book at a time, make any discernible improvements to the experience.

In their current form, I can't see eBooks catching on like CDs, MP3s and DVDs. It'll be used by some folk, but universal appeal will escape them.

IMHO, of course - I have been wrong before.

A

Especially for Gary

I believe in keeping my reader happy, so especially for you Gaz, me old mucker, here are a pile of kitty pics (apologies for the eye watering cushion!) They will five weeks old on Tuesday.


Bootsy asleep - the only time he's quiet!

We have spent a lot of time worrying about The Bandit, but here he looks alert and happy. All that handfeeding is finally paying off!


Bootsy again. The throw behind him is his favourite climbing frame. Shame he hasn't quite learned landing from height...

More later.

A

Getting started...

Your faithful movie reporter, myself, Algo has separated his personal life from the movies to simplify the reading experience.

This is now the repository for all off topic nonsense as it comes up.

Expect it to become better populated soon!

A

Ever wanted to know just how bad Neil Young's TRANS was?

But were too cheap to shell out?

Hooray for Spotify, where all your free listening desires can come true, and thanks to a nice advertising funded model in which only one short advert crops up every twenty minutes and no bell-end DJ wastes your time with shocking "humour", is considerably more interesting and fun than the radio.

Plus if you really liked that song that just came on, then listen to it again! Great!

It's not portable yet (apparently you lucky iPhone users will get it as an app soon) but I'm going to be connecting my laptop to the hi fi in the kitchen and indulging majorly in some outrageous Prog action this afternoon while washing up - for free!

This is awesome.

TRANS, however, is not. Not by a long shot.

A

Today's dose of lovely kittens and 'ting

In cat related news, unfortunately it turns out Odie (older daughter) is pregnant, or at least we are pretty sure, which necessitates a trib to be spayed and have her kittens aborted.

So, to cheer me and my readers up let's focus on the cute kittens who we're looking after.


AH! How cute is this photo?

From left to right it's The Bandit, Bootsy and Smokes. While smokes doesn't look it, he's significantly bigger than the others, and Bandit is still the tiniest (he's here in forced perspective). As you can also see, all of them have their eyes open, and their sight and hearing should develop over the next two weeks to the point of normality.

There you go! Now I have to clear out the catbox - great.

A

And now your new hero... Algo the Armed Trigger!

Thanks to my old mate scribsy for the link - and to apologise for the lack of pictures of kittens due to a strange vanishing camera (some already exist, I just can't find the camera...) here is the loverly result of a full two minutes work - in the national flag colours of Algolia, no less!

Every day I know less than the one before, about cats that is

I don't really want to get this turned into a dedicated cat raising blog, since I know nothing about raising cats it would just be an atrocious waste of yours and my time.

I do believe in introducing readers to the delights of taking in the needy young critters - I've already posted about the fostering sysem that Mrs Algo and Ihave entered into - and today as promised I want to describe the little kittens As of today they have hit a full week of age (ahh) and at least one of them has two open eyes.

N.B. You may recall I'm not posting much about the older ones since I don't like the idea of their previous owners seeing me slag them off (the owners, not the cats!). Certainly there'll be no photos of them really.

The three kittens are boys (I was told - I have no frame of reference with cat "parts" myself, but here they are:

Bootsy:

A very noisy little guy - and very wriggly too (maybe he's got the funk already?) he differssignificantly in colour from his brothers and his mum so I'm guessng he takes after Dad. Unlike the others his eyes haven't opened at all as of today.

Smokes:

Dopey obvious name time - look, you have to call em something for reference right? The first to get an eye open (but beaten to the finish line by Tiny Bandit) and by far the largest of the guys so far. More docile than Bootsy, still cute as... er... a kitten. Must work on comparative cuteness measurements!


The Bandit (AKA Tiny, AKA Dave P)

Only one person calls Bandit "Dave P". It's Dave P. Bless. We were a little concerned about the little guy since he's so small at the moment, but both eyes are open (when he's not yawning) and he's looking around happily.


They vanished the other day.

Serious.

I took a lie down (having got up at 6:30 with Mrs Algo to feed them, and went back after a half hour to find the basket empty and no sign of them. Needless to say Ihad a coronary on the spot. Once nhey'd replaced my heart with a nuclear reactor (must have accessory) I looked for them and eventually found them under the sofa. Only Tiny had wandered off beyond reach, so a massive furniture moving session reminiscenti of the old traffic jam game (remember that?) got underwa, probably traumatising the poor mites for life as the sky literally moved away!

The mum had obviously picked them up and moved them as, I'm told they do when they want to avoid leaving a trail for predators - presumably I'm still in the "enemy" camp.

Anyhow, a swift change of bedding and things have settled a bit (yay for Mrs Algo's experience!)

Revel in their glorious cuteness, my friends!

A

P.S. Definitely losing my mind - I was all excited at the delievery of my new steam cleaner. I am mortified at my house husbandly mind - have spent today working over at BoardGameGuru to try and feel more executive-esque.

An angry cat post, that's not for scratching

You may be wondering where I've been all week and why the movies have dried up and here's your answer; cats. We've also been concentrating more on Deadwood and The Wire than films, but I'm hoping to see Watchmen this weekend...

OK, I'm not famous for my tolerant nature - many things get me angry, but get this little tale - it's especially galling.

Imagine you're a lovely black cat, whose owners couldn't face paying to get you spayed.

When your owners have a baby, one of them (presumably Mum) develops an allergy and the lovely people kick you and your daughter (who's about 6 months old) into the back garden.

Thing is - remember your owners couldn't be arsed to get you spayed? Well guess what happens to an unspayed cat who is left outside for weeks? Yup - you get pregnant. Let's not judge - you're not a person, and its pretty much hardwired into you to get pregnant if you can.

Your owners do anything about it?

How about no?

How about they leave you to give birth in an old rotten Rabbit hutch? Yeah, that'll work.

And then why don't they call the local cat trust up and give them an ultimatum - If they don't come pick you up, they'll leave you in the cold to die. Nice owners you had there.

Wankers.

Things look grim for cats who are unwanted in the U.K. - twat owners like these ones refuse to get the poor things spayed or neutered and this leads to a whole lot of unwanted kittens and cats and there just anren't enough willing homes to take them in - certainly not a mum, young daughter and three newborn kittens at once. There isa great fallacy around spaying apparently and thats that a cat is healthier if they've already had a litter before spaying.

Let me make this clear, everyone in the cat arena has told me the same thing:

THERE IS NO BENEFIT LETTING YOUR CAT HAVE A LITTER BEFORE SPAYING. IN FACT YOU DO MORE HARM BRINGING UNWANTED, UNHOMED KITTENS INTO THE WORLD.
THE BELIEF IN ANY SUCH BENEFIT IS, LIKE SO MANY OTHERS, TOTAL BOLLOCKS.

For families like this one, there's a very stretched to the limit system of fostering in place - families or couples (or individuals) prepared to take in a mum and kittens in this situation and give their time and love to socialise and develop these guys. This is so they will hopefully grow into viable pets having the best possible chance of rehoming. Time and love are all you need - the trust provide food, litter and moral supportr and boy do I need moral support sometimes!

Make no mistake - there are two outcomes available to many unwanted cats - rehoming or death. It is impossible for any trust to look after all the cats that need looking after - many are feral or traumatised in the first place and don't adapt well to being looked after.

To get to the point, Mrs Algo and I have taken in the unwanted family described above.

The mum is about two years old and already has has one litter about 6 months agao (and yet wasn't neutered afterwards by her dumb f__ing owners) - the older daughter, who we've renamed since the given name was retarded, is the only one from the earlier litter still present and these two are fairly inseparable.

(Quick aside: I won't be giving the older twos' names on this blog to protect us from the owners beating me up - for calling them wankers. They are still wankers, though.)

Mumsy arrived tired but open to contact, and we've been happy with how she's settling. the older daughter is not so well socialised (partly due to the young age of her mother) and is having trouble overcoming her wariness - don't blame her, given her prior human contact.

However, today we've had the breakthrough we wanted with Odie (as in O.D. - older daughter) - she's been out of the pen (which was provided for us like everything else) and fussed a bit. With mum, treats got her out, but things were more difficult with Odie; she sniffs and lick treats but won't eat them not sure why but maybe she doesn't like fish flavoured ones - we'll get her in the end. Odie spent the last two hours of this evening hiding under our cheapass sofa but at least she's got out and about a little.

I guess I should say, if you think there may be room in your heart to help out a local trust and look after some cats please, please, please give it real thought (i.e. don't think you'll be ok then backpedal) and if you reckon you can help call them up and see what you can do.

These people do a wonderful job with very little support and staggering odds stacked against them. Any help you could give would be wonderful.

As for what happens later? After 6 to 8 weeks these cats will be rehomed - we may keep two of the kittens as our own (let's face it, we probably will) but the others need rehoming - you won't be forced to keep all 5-8 of them forever. The key thing to do is talk to the trust and see what they advise.

Oh - did I mention I knew nothing about cats until I got attached to the cat that nearly was a few weeks ago? Needless to say I am learning on the fly.

Since I won't post pictures of the old'uns for security purposes, tomorrow or sometime soon I'll probably introduce you to the kittens we've called (for now) Bootsy, Smokey and The Bandit.

Yes. The Bandit. Really.

We won't be keeping that name. But you have to call them something for reference! The Bandit is the runt, so gets called Tiny, sometimes.

Only Bootsy's name is probably permanent (for the real Bootsy go here).

A (going soft in my old age)

A Rhetorical Question: Definitely a God? Prove It!

It's been a while since I spoke on the subject so I'll try and keep this as lucid as I used to.

The bus sign "battle" in London at the moment is taking place (it could be over by now in the contract sense I guess, though many still remained on the streets last week) between an Atheist group and two or three Christian Groups.

The texts of the three adverts I've seen are as follows:

Atheist Bus:
There is probably no God, so stop worrying and enjoy life

Trinitraran Bible Bus:
"The fool hath said in his heart there is no God"

Christian Party Bus:
"There DEFINITELY is a God, so join the Christian Party and enjoy life"

Leaving aside the quality mental image that "Christian Party Bus" conjures, my rhetorical question is this; is it legal to make a claim of "definitely" about something impossible to prove? Is there a legal basis on which this advertising campaign can be challenged?

I just have this wonderful mental image of the CP hauled in front of an Advertising Standards board and later a judge to prove their claims conclusively or pay a hefty fine for false advertising. The money they lose from such a fine would damage their propaganda work in other areas and would be well spent rehousing homeless cats or something.

I realise it seems petty and silly to get all het up about this very minor bit of reactionary propaganda, but surely if any other organisation than a religious one made a claim like, for example "This DEFINITELY makes you look 15 years younger", they would be fined for it and rightly so!

As for the name calling from the Trinitrarians - I don't mind being called a fool but come on! Your advert should read "The fool hath said there is PROBABLY no God". Then we'd be cooking with gas! Plus, you're invoking your book as evidential support for itself again!

Ah well, having got that off my chest I'm back to Movies tomorrow.

A