Is it possible to be cynical enough? That’s one of those questions I ask myself occasionally (daily/hourly) and usually when I begin to chide myself for corrosiveness, along comes confirmation/warning that I haven’t even got to cynicism basecamp. The latest timely warning is "Ring a Ring Roses: Quality Journals and Gamesmanship in Management Studies." This... Continue Reading →
We live in “Powdertown” #police #corruption – Cyril Smith coverup etc
The second verse goes like this; Frankie looks like a nice young cop but he's got an old cop's face He believed in truth and justice till they took him off the case Now he's walkin' the beat on the wrong side of town, bustin' drunks and shakin' them down Don't ask him who he's... Continue Reading →
Re-watching “The Wire”
The game's the game. (I would add "truedat" but then my wife would be forced to buy a train ticket, travel for 3 and a half hours to raise the eyebrow of death/slap me/kill me (depending on whether there was functioning wifi in first class).
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