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Broke Bank Island
Saturday 26 July 2008 at 02:19 am Britain's economy is fatally wounded - and speculators aim to make a fortune from its fall. (more)Chavtastic!
Saturday 19 July 2008 at 08:15 am The Fabian Society has called for the term "Chav" to be outlawed. (more)Thick waste
Saturday 10 May 2008 at 02:38 am British consumers throw away a shocking amount of food. We must change our wasteful habits. (more)Why we are Nihilists
Tuesday 22 April 2008 at 1:27 pm For us at the British Nihilist Underground Society, nihilism is the basis upon which we build a positive vision for the future.By Venus (more)
BTCV - Spreading an International Awareness of Conservation
Thursday 10 April 2008 at 12:58 pm (more)News
- England's population growing at fastest rate since records began
- Council taxes to rise after Iceland crisis
- Cameron wants minimum wage to "melt away"
- Now three out of four British adults 'are too fat'
- Bank savings at risk!
- Media will push for Tory victory?
- I had to scrub filthy wards, says daughter in MRSA case
- Hundreds of pupils to get TB blood tests after school outbreak
- 3,500 refugee children dumped at our ports
- Fifth of teachers want return of the cane
"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
From William Shakespeare's "Macbeth"