This whole Prism thing is very interesting. Mostly because Americans have been incredibly scared of communism and fascism for so long all the while living in a corrupt Orwellian society. But hey, it's the goddamn best country in the world, right?

Honestly, I'm not surprised by this at all. Call it cynicism, call it feeling defeated. After all, we Europeans have no rights when it comes to what the US deems necessary to "stamp out terrorism"; it may appear that they just make up new laws as they go along, and we have no vote on the matter.

And this just in: Edward Snowden, on why he is now in hiding in Hong Kong.

One day soon Minority Report will become the norm, you know.

Labels: current affairs

The BBC News at Ten led with Dr. Rowan Williams stepping down as Archbishop of Canterbury later this year. He's known for being very kind to everyone, apparently. I haven't really noticed much of that. I'll just remember him as yet another frocked man with too much power on his hands, despite the C of E's rapidly dwindling numbers.

Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against men in frocks. Archbishops tend to, though. And Williams has stood by this stereotype throughout his reign. Because it is a reign; these people are given immense power over people of their own congregation, church and faith, and for some bizarre reason over people who don't share their faith at all.

A few minutes earlier I had just finished watching a programme about a baptist preacher from Jamaica trying to get the locals of a dozy village in Gloucestershire excited about the church again. He was cheerful and tried his best to include people and even managed to get a couple more visitors to the local church before going back to Jamaica. I didn't hear him say anything negative at all during his time there, and he got them interested in their lost faith again.

I don't think I'll ever understand the need many people feel to gather and praise some higher being who is invisible (in every sense), but it keeps fascinating me--probably because I don't understand it. Too bad so many "people of faith" can't shut up about their faith and how it makes them better human beings than the rest of us (because we're lost/damned/blind/heretics/deviants). It's a bit tiring trying to respectfully decline being bible-bashed at times. I have done my soul-searching and know who I am and what I believe in. Being threatened with hell doesn't affect me, as I don't believe hell exists. I live by the Golden Rule not because of Jesus, but because it is simply common sense and courtesy. Please, PLEASE understand that I would like some respect for my lack of faith as much as you would for your strong belief in a deity.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to binge-drink and swear in front of children.

Labels: atheism, current affairs, personal, religion

So today they decided to go on strike because they wouldn't get paid triple their wages and get a day in lieu for working on Boxing Day. Did they not know what they signed up for when they joined? For the past five years I've had to work through the whole of Christmas, only getting Christmas Day off (and we even had to take out one of our holiday allowances for that, until two years ago), because this is the way working shifts works. If we'd gone on strike every time we didn't get everything we wanted from the company, they'd fire our arses and just get in someone else to do our job. Working for the council/state certainly has more benefits than most jobs in the private sector, so it's time they STFU and did the job we're paying them to do.

Yes, I am pissed off now. They've wasted a lot of time and money for a lot of people, businesses and the city itself, and then add insult to injury by suggesting striking during Christmas, and worst of all, during the 2012 Olympics. At some point they need to grow the fuck up.

Labels: current affairs, personal

Yep, I should probably 'kiddieproof' this blog, but I'm rebelling against those US-enforced parental lock thingies. Anarchy in your face!

Quick update on the dream front: The other night I dreamt that Jared Padalecki and Chad Michael Murray had joined forces and were fighting electricity for the benefit of humankind. Please bear in mind I don't watch Supernatural or One Tree Hill and actually had to look up their names to figure out who they were; I guess the power of the TV trail is tremendous!

The following night I dreamt about a new, revolutionary product called iLean. Probably manufactured by Apple. It was a gizmo you wore and which would beam info to the headquarters of iLean (again, presumably to the Apple HQ) every time you leaned on something or someone. You could actually earn up to £7,500 a year on this thing. I woke up feeling rather angry my new-found extra source of income turned out to be imaginary.

In between these dreams we went to the embassy in order to vote in the general election, which takes place in September back in Norway. I tried out a new party this time. Well, a new one for me, but as far as I know, the oldest one in the kingdom. I am worried about the right-wing parties, though, which seem to be getting a stronger grip on the population. There's a lot of hatred there. It's scary to see how they condemn right-wing election results in Austria and Denmark when the exact same thing is happening in their own country.

After having voted we went down to Canary Wharf to take in the view, eat at Jamie Oliver's brand new restaurant and then pay Waitrose a visit. We got home very happy and with lots of chocolate. I then realised I had managed to be in the sun long enough to sport a permanent clown mouth (well, hopefully it'll disappear within a week), and so spent the next two hours on the balcony trying to perfect the silly look by showing only my right profile to the sun. We had fun, anyway, doing our best to remember which British comedy shows we've seen (both before and after we moved here). A rather surprisingly large number of shows, I must say! Anyone remember Chalk? Written by the clever Steven Moffat (Press Gang, Coupling, Jekyll, some Murder Most Horrid and Doctor Who). I watched it because of David Bamber (naturally). He also inadvertently (and not literally) kicked my butt so that I finally noticed (and quickly became a huge fan of) The League of Gentlemen.

Speaking of britcom, I also started watching Peep Show the other day (hence the "cockmunchers" in the title). Fun and embarrassing at the same time. I don't often feel I have to look away because the situation depicted is increasingly excruciating to watch, but with this series it happens frequently. Probably also because it is filmed the way it is, so that it immediately feels more personal. With other shows I can just tell myself 'it isn't happening to me', but these guys are staring right at me, damnit!

Enhance your calm.

Labels: comedy, current affairs, david bamber, dreams, league of gentlemen, personal, TV

The people behind the killing of Baby P have been named. What a history they have.

I'm really losing faith in humanity.

Labels: current affairs

I had this surge of energy flowing through my body just now; brought on by an instant of feeling elated and euphoric, really. I love those moments. Too bad they don't last very long, but it does help creating inspiration for the remainder of the day, I find.

Well, it may seem like I'm lapping up anything that's posted on Twitter, but there are a few things I have to share now and then because I agree with them or feel the same way. Today it's Robert Llewellyn's musings on Twitter itself - he's had some (and I say some) bad feedback when plugging his excellent online show Carpool on Twitter, but hey, a good thing cannot be repeated too often, can it? (Well, to be honest, it can, but I don't think Llewellyn's overstepped that mark - there are way more annoying tweeters on my list that I still follow, so it's just a matter of patience and the ability to ignore certain tweets and re-tweets, I guess. Also, I am biased, since I like the show so much.)

In other news, yesterday's celebration of Queen Beatrix didn't pan out very well for a handful of people; sad to see that the one time one of my favourite countries is in the news, it's because of some tragic event. Apparently the driver died earlier this morning.

Also, I think eating noodles in the office should be punishable by death. Or at least banned. Every bloody day someone (usually several people) in this office eats stinky noodles, with all the slurping that brings. I mean, for gog's sake, how difficult could it be to go somewhere else for those 15 minutes? And why the hell do they need to eat no less than three meals each during office hours? At different times, of course, so that we're basically listening to slurping all day long.

Labels: current affairs, personal, technology, work

...I want you to know, in case you were confused, that America is England's fault, and the Proops proof is here. It all makes sense now! (Although I would increase the area to include the whole of Europe, ahem...)

Labels: comedy, current affairs, greg proops

The newest thing to make our lives more complicated because of the minority of people who do things illegally, is real-time card fraud checks. Lovely. So, due to people who like to blow themselves up because they have been brainwashed by cowardly religious fanatics, flying is a mess. Due to crackers finding ways around copy protection measures even days before a computer game is released, people with legal copies will most probably get spyware SecuROM etc. installed on their computers without their knowledge. And now, due to people who can't be arsed to get a job and earn money the lawful way, we may not be able to use our money freely because there is a risk of card fraud.

I know, I know..."you'd regret it if these measures weren't in place and you became a victim". The point is I am sick and tired of these low-lives making things more difficult for the rest of us. I'm mad at them (and EA/Electronic Arts).

In other news, I watched Slumdog Millionaire with my posse the other day, and it was a nice film. Perhaps a little bit too long, but well deserving of its accolades so far in the award season.

Labels: current affairs, film, gaming, online shopping, personal

These are the things that have occupied my mind these past few days. I resumed my game of Mass Effect which I started half a year ago. This led to some serious power gaming until my computer simply turned itself off. Oops. Need some proper cooling. Anyway. Then the newest Lynda LaPlante offering featured Ciarán Hinds with a very peculiar haircut. I was perhaps a little too focused on that to begin with, but got into the story after a bit.

I was going to comment upon the news item about the six-year-old boy who took his mum's car to drive to school, but after some digging around for the source, I just became depressed. What started as a funny, little story that I heard this morning on the Beeb, has now turned into a nasty POLITICAL DEBATE over in the States. For crying out loud, why do they have to twist everything to suit their own political views? Do they actually KNOW what happened? Or are they simply listening to whatever they're saying at the news on their TV station of choice? I was going to say that I found it strange that someone would let their kid play Grand Theft Auto--which is an amazingly brilliant game, but should probably be available only to those who actually understand the difference between fact and fiction--but if I do, that will probably just be taken into the long-winded, boring discussion about how games, films, music and just about anything else which is remotely entertaining, may or may not contribute to an increased aggression among those very few among us who are already aggression-prone.

Computer and video gaming is officially the number one pastime in Britain. Thus I vote for ten pages of computer news in all the major newspapers, every day, plus at least five minutes worth of gaming reviews and news on telly during every news programme. It's clearly more interesting to people than sport, so it's time we got the focus off of sport. I mean, this morning the news about Kevin Pietersen quitting as English captain was the third item on the agenda. Luckily they had the common sense to put the horrible situation on the Gaza Strip first, but only just, it seemed. Then there was something about the credit crunch again. But third? I mean, a lot of people care, but it should NOT have that sort of priority! Surely there are lots upon lots of more important stuff happening around the world? I believe, for instance, there is a list of forgotten humanitarian crises we could get back to before caring about some cricket player who just couldn't take the pressure.

By the way, have I mentioned how little I can stand people who slurp when they eat and/or drink? Unfortunately I have a few of those working nearby me, and they have like three meals a day while at work (seriously!) and lots of cups of god-knows-what (probably tea). Their meals are usually stinky fish, noodles or smelly soups or stinky, smelly noodle fish soups, so there is a lot of slurping going on and it's making my blood boil.

Labels: ciàran hinds, current affairs, gaming, personal, sport, TV

This is bad karma.

Labels: current affairs

...and all I have to say is this:

- All I’m saying is, if they can cure yellow fever and malaria, why can’t they do something about lactose-intolerance?
- Leonard, you’re gonna have to let this go. You had a little cheese dip, you farted, I thought it was cute.

(Johnny Galecki & Sara Rue, The Big Bang Theory)

What a brilliant series. And I've overdosed on Star Wars recently. I blame evil, evil ITV. First they show five of the films and then I simply have to re-play both of the absolutely fabulous Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic games. Le sigh.

By the by; Obama won! And he's bringing in Hillary Clinton! Yay!

Labels: comedy, current affairs, gaming, TV

Americans, please aid us here. Where the hell did McCain find his VP candidate? In Dumbville? He should probably have got someone who can make a proper speech without stumbling. OK, I'm probably being unfair.

No, wait, I'm not. This isn't a tiny position we're talking about. It's someone who will be second in charge of "The Greatest Nation in the World".

So, on that note, if you're in LA (and you're not, because why would you be reading my blog, which is usually non-related to LA, unless I mention Greg Proops?), please go to this fundraising comedy event for Senator Obama, to help us all out. I agree with Biden; I haven't actually heard how McCain will do things differently from Bush.

On a completely unrelated note: Why, oh why was Simon Shepherd just sporting a bushy 'tache on The Wright Stuff? I seriously hope it's for a part somewhere (the sound was turned down). Ooh, and good news: William Hurt joins the cast of Damages for the new series. Wahey the lads! I re-watched I Love You to Death the other day, and he is so funny in that film. But hey, even Keanu Reeves is funny in that film. Intentionally, for once.

And Heroes series three started over here a couple of days ago, on the same day as Medium, which is just not fair. Two great shows on the same day? Speaking of which, BBC Two's comedy lineup on Thursday is really shaping up; Never Mind the Buzzcocks (Simon Amstell is really funny), then Beautiful People (which wasn't laugh-out funny, but had interesting characters and a great cast) and of course Graham Norton, which yesterday had (all hail now) Eddie Izzard and Harry Shearer (which reminded me I really have to start watching The Simpsons; I think I've seen a couple of episodes in all).

Labels: comedy, current affairs, eddie izzard, greg proops, simon shepherd, TV, william hurt

Yes, I say "we", because whomever is going to be elected in the US will have a huge impact on all of us. *bites her nails frantically*

It was only a matter of time. Michael Palin is clearly the best candidate of the two Palins. Thanks to rickfan37 for sharing!

Labels: current affairs, humour, michael palin

Oh why, why, WHY? Don't people have other things to worry about? Like poverty, starvation, global warming or even the recent financial crisis? It's about time we get a new ice age, I think, to start things over again, because this world has gone tits-up again. Wonder what the dinosaurs did wrong back then, but it must have been something similar to what we humans are doing now.

Labels: current affairs, gaming

...and not just any kind of hair. A pubic hair was waiting for me when I got back to work after my holiday; neatly placed on my keyboard. I choose not to think about how it got there.

I have to say, the thought of Jason Donovan in drag amuses me, and for some reason it makes perfect sense.

Well, the last Proms concert was terrific, although I have to admit I could hardly choose between all the different parks, because there was a lot of salivating going on when I checked the different line-ups. I guess this digital telly revolution is giving me too much choice after all (even though there never seems to be anything on when you want to just spend the day on the sofa, glaring at the box) (that's the telly, not...something else) (perv!)

Not too sure about the Tess of the d'Urbevilles thingie; the only reason why I lasted beyond the first 20 minutes, was Ian Puleston-Davies (for any Norwegians out there, that's pronounced poll-stn. Perv!) After that, I pulled out my trusty RadioTimes and read up on the story, which proved to seem more interesting as it went along. No, I am not familiar with Hardy to begin with.

Yesterday, after work, I pulled out all my CDs and started sorting them into "have been ripped to mp3" and "have not yet been ripped" (AKA "may have been ripped earlier, but then deleted again from the hard drive for reasons unknown, or actually probably because I never listened to them anyway and needed the space"). And then, guess what? Well, I started ripping them, dumb-ass! Boy, there were a few CDs there that I had all but forgotten. Some of them I sort of wish I had forgotten, but no chance there. Still, to make my collection as complete as possible, plus taken into account the fact that the CDs aren't getting any younger and sturdier and I certainly won't buy any of them ever again, I need to rip them all (ok, with a few exceptions due to their being of too embarrassing a nature--the fact that I have them in the first place). There were quite a few I was surprised to see I hadn't already ripped, too. Like all of my Monty Python records. I mean, OMGWTF??? I love those guys! They're the reason for my anglophilia, nerdiness, sense of humour and accent! (OK, I can't blame them for my Norwegian accent; I mean the accent I try to emulate when speaking English.) They are, in effect, the real reason for my moving to the UK! It all started with poor, old Michael Palin (which means I am highly annoyed these days when the name Palin is mentioned everywhere and it always turns out to be someone else than him...but hopefully this will only last for a couple more months (fingers crossed for a sensible election this time--we've waited slack-jawed for too long now; we're developing nervous tics!))

Where was I? On my way down Politics Lane again? Sheesh...well, I'm not done yet. Still, concentrate on the CDs for now. Let's see...oh yeah, I found an old album by a Norwegian band calling themselves Innocent Look; it's even been signed by the guys. Oooh. The problem is that they're so unknown they don't even have a profile on Last.fm. I mean, I have a profile on Last.fm, and they don't. How sad is that? I also found quite a few compilation albums I had forgotten all about, but I used to listen to them a lot there for a while. They bring back memories. Good and bad, embarrassing and sad, fun and...something else rhyming with -ad, perhaps.

Anyway, back to watching The Daily Show. How tragic is the situation when you have to turn to Jon Stewart to get the latest news from the US?

Labels: comedy, current affairs, michael palin, Monty Python, music, musicals, personal, theatre, TV

Reading RadioTimes my gaze rests upon this peculiar one-sentence description of the film Escape to Victory: "Second World War soccer drama starring Sylvester Stallone and Michael Caine". Wow. I bet there aren't many of those around.

Also, danger in Bow, East London. My favourite sentence in this article: "Earlier this week the bomb began ticking as they approached it." That can't be good.

I went to see Afterlife yesterday. Remember how I said I don't tell people beforehand any more, of ANY of my plans, because then something weird and unforeseen is bound to happen? Well, I left home with a 30-minute margin and arrived at the theatre, sweating and panting, two minutes after the announced start. Luckily I was in time for the play (after all, they probably knew that the West End's Best Reviewer still hadn't turned up, and waited until I had sat down--I almost got a fanfare as I entered, actually). The play itself was...difficult to describe. I think the two ladies behind me were spot on, during the interval:

"Sarah said we should have bought the programme, as there is an in-depth prologue there."
"So you're saying Sarah is actually enjoying the play?"

The weirdest thing is that even though I didn't quite understand what the hell was going on most of the time, I actually liked it! I do believe Frayn may have taken Bill Murray's Tootsie character's biggest wish in life a little bit too serious, though; he wants to write a play where someone, days later, would come up to him and say "Hey, I saw your play. What was it about?"

On a more distinct note, the Lyttelton was bigger than I thought it would be. The Olivier always turns out to be larger than I remembered, so not quite sure why that surprised me. And one day I will go see a play at the Cottesloe (or Cottleshoe, as I keep calling it for no apparent reason), just so that I have taken in all three stages at the National Theatre.

Labels: current affairs, roger allam, theatre, time wasting

George Galloway MP's bus just went past my window. He calls his party "Respect".

May I just remind everyone about who George Galloway is? Most people (i.e. voters) will remember him from taking part in Celebrity Big Brother...

Labels: current affairs, humour

...that my loo currently smells of toilet paper. Let me explain. Around here there's a fair chance your local corner shop is run by someone from either Pakistan or Poland. The one downstairs is "under new management" (meaning one of the guys who used to just hang around in there now spends his days hanging around behind the till instead) and after a few months with almost no stock, they recently refilled the shelves...with exactly the same items the previous owner used to sell. On my way home earlier this week I remembered I needed loo paper and since going back to the local supermarket needed to much effort on my part, I decided to pay the local shop a visit. They had about five different types, all made by a company in Birmingham (a little clue there) and every single one having some kind of fragrance. I prefer having some sort of standalone Ambi-Pur thing in there myself, instead of having both my loo and my bum having the same kind of dubious floral odour.

Speaking of bum, I have waded through the first series of Whose Line (UK) at last, and must point out that there is a vast difference between the first and the second series. The second looks much better and everyone seems much more at ease with the subjects and games (including the host, Clive Anderson, which helps.) Tony Slattery went rather quickly from being a slightly shy and polite first-time guest to a naughty and loud semi-regular, which was a bit of a disappointment (as a fan, I so want him to play nicely), and Greg Proops's first bumbling attempts were just cute. I am also slightly depressed about the fact that around the time this went out on air the first time, they were as old as I am now.

Speaking of which, my birthday is coming up, and I am celebrating this last day of my glorious twenties by watching Shark and Whose Line (and, later on, Ashes to Ashes), drinking water (I bought myself a Brita jug ("Fjord", naturally) so that we may start enjoying our own tap water), waiting for the bloody postman again (the Amazon Prime thing doesn't really work when Royal Mail "do a City Link" and claim they've tried delivering our parcels, grr!) and generally looking forward to the next week or so (going to see three shows) (different shows, even!)

I am really starting to enjoy The Big Bang Theory, so with my usual luck, I am anticipating it to fall flat on its nose and be dragged out of the TV schedule any time soon, just like with The Class (what were they thinking, cancelling that show?)

Yesterday I went shopping downtown. I don't enjoy shopping anymore because I have very little money to shop for, so I had a plan ready and was looking forward to a couple of hours in central London. However, it was rather on the chilly side of the scale, so I didn't really feel like walking around aimlessly. I did, though, for a while, and it took exactly five and a half seconds for one of those annoying people who work for some charity and want your money (I call them "The Direct Debit Folks") to grab hold of me. I am usually very strict and manage to say (in a ever so slightly more foreign accent than my usual one) that unfortunately I can't help out since I don't have an English bank account (the real reason is I'm already supporting a few charities and I quite frankly can't risk having more Direct Debits on my account because I may not be able to afford it every month), but this time I must have been in an extremely good mood (probably because I'd just hand-picked half a kilo of sweets from "that sweets shop" at the Trocadero) and eventually ended up both supporting the Samaritans and preventing the influx of one wanna-be ski tourist into Norway ("it's too expensive, don't go there".) Lucky me. At least I think they do great and important work, so that's fine by me.

I watched Senator Hillary Clinton on The Daily Show the other day, which was fun. Of course, the follow-up the next day was even funnier. And, speaking of Jon Stewart, I finally got to see the Oscars earlier in the week. It's weird, but every year, when I don't watch the show live, I am completely stressed out and threaten everyone around me with murdering them in their sleep if they so much as hint at who won what, before I can see the show for myself. I avoid all news shows and anything remotely related to film and entertainment on the web until I've watched the programme. This year, however, I said "sod it" to the whole thing and ended up not just forgetting it had been shown, but also completely avoiding any information (apart from Best Actor in a Leading Role) about the awards without any effort. Amazing. Still, I don't regretting previous years' panicky mood. After all, that was the one day a year when I could threaten my boss with hitting and kicking him where he would think I was only joking.

To end on a lighter note: Everyone must run out and buy the Spamalot CD! You have to hear The Song That Goes Like This.

Labels: award shows, comedy, current affairs, film, greg proops, personal, technology, TV

It's February the 29th today, people, in case you hadn't noticed. Apparently, this is the one day every four years that women can propose. WHAT??? What's wrong with you? Woman on telly this morning: "I just wish it would be allowed more often." It is! There are NO LAWS telling you to wait until the guy proposes! Besides, what would lesbian couples do? Sheesh!!!

Two whole months until the release of GTA IV. It's going to be brilliant, I know.

In the news yesterday they reported about (Prince Harry having been in Afghanistan for the past 10 weeks, but also about) Marks and Sparks finally deciding there should be a fee on plastic bags. This is something which still baffles me. We've been used to paying for our plastic bags in Norway for what, ten years or so? I was surprised that there were still industrialised countries who would throw plastic bags at you left and right wherever you went. Many shops over here don't even ask you if you want one of their bags. I usually wear a backpack and have plenty of room in there. I go grocery shopping armed with the same backpack and a couple of extra plastic bags. They're reusable, you see. It's like we still don't know anything about saving the environment.

Since my Whose Line DVD didn't arrive on Wednesday (typical, since it was my last day off for a week), I had to wait until last night to start watching it. Oh my. I am impressed at whomever greenlit that project for a proper run, after having seen the pilot. OK, so I'm thinking back to 1988 and I remember it as being...hmm...not very exciting telly-wise, so they could possibly get away with it, but still... And then the show ran for 18 years! Amazingly visionary or stupid luck for the executives. :-) How could they have known it would turn out so well?

Really enjoyed seeing John Sessions again; he has such a quick mind and vast knowledge it's a real treat watching him improvise. I saw him on Question Time the other week as well, and of course he has been on Q.I. many (but not too many) times.

I'll have to wait until I get to the second series of Whose Line for a young (uhmm...30-year-old, my age, that is) Greg Proops to pop up. Which reminds me, CH4 showed the episode of Just Shoot Me where he plays Turtleneck Guy yesterday. Not surprisingly, his part consisted of about three lines and 10 seconds on the screen, and I've taped the show daily for four weeks just for that? LOL! Sucker! (It was of course worth it. Unfortunately, it means I've started watching that show again. It's not as funny the second time around.)

I may have to get back to work. I'm on my lunch break, but they're filming here again. For some reason there seems to be a TV crew from somewhere in the world present in this rather boring room every other week, and I have to date never seen any of their reports shown on telly. It looks a bit strange that I'm just sitting here writing on my blog and listening to music, though. Darn.

Labels: comedy, current affairs, gaming, greg proops, Norway, TV, work

Why I am having such a hard time understanding America: A new study says 84% of all Americans have a faith or at least are affiliated with a religious community. The last study made in Europe shows that 10% of Norwegians claim to be religious. (Of course, 89% of Norwegians are affiliated with a church, but that seems to be mainly laziness as most are automatically members of the Lutheran state church through baptism at the age of a few months.)

But why do these so-called religious people have to be so darn hypocritical all the time? If you follow a faith there is a certain doctrine you are supposed to follow as well. You can't just pick and choose the things you like best.

And why do I always get so worked up about this? Well, I would guess it has to do with the fact that we all have religion thrust upon us wherever we go, whether we like it or not, as people unfortunately mix religion with politics. This is very frustrating.

Argh. Oh, well. Back to the laundry.

Labels: current affairs