Nosemonkey's EUtopia

In search of a European identity

July 14, 2005
by Nosemonkey
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By-election

Miss today’s by-election? Considering it never made it onto the front page of BBC news, I wouldn’t be surprised… By the sound of things, you haven’t missed much. Heh! “Pavement Disgrace”. Genius. (Although despite their inanity it’s worth pointing out … Continue reading

July 6, 2005
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Olympics again

Enough of the Olympics nonsense. How about reading Jarndyce on something that actually MATTERS? Although I feel I should point out that the initial estimated budget of the 2012 London Olympics (£2.375 billion), likely to rise, could – based on … Continue reading

July 6, 2005
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Olympics 2

Olympics announcement expected within the next half hour. As expected, it’s down to London or Paris, with the other buggers knocked out this morning. For some good in-depth coverage, complete with pictures of the proposed London site, check out Diamond … Continue reading

July 6, 2005
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The Olympics

I would just like to state for the record that I deeply hope that London fails to win the bid to host the Olympics today. Pointless waste of time and money. Let the French have it and get screwed – … Continue reading

July 4, 2005
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ID cards support

The Telegraph – Panic in No 10 as ID card support collapses: “A YouGov poll for The Daily Telegraph shows that backing for ID cards has plummeted from 78 per cent less than two years ago to 45 per cent.” … Continue reading

July 1, 2005
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45 years of ambivalence

Le Monde – The United Kingdom and the building of Europe: 45 years of ambivalence – a nicely critical timeline (in French), along with one of those all too common terrifying pictures of Thatcher…

July 1, 2005
by Nosemonkey
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President Blair

You can just picture the smug grin on his face first thing this morning as Cherie rolls over in bed with a sultry “Good morning, Mr President”, can’t you? (Excuse me a moment while I go and scrum myself down … Continue reading