Xenu is a b*stard...

Two observations over the last couple of days. Firstly...news reporting.

The wife has recently decided to extend our feline family by a factor of two and now the three strays who inhabit our back yard are being cared for, fed and watered until such time that sense or the SPCA can prevail. So, it was with some dread that I listened to the afternoon news whilst wiring some sockets in which it was revealed that the stray moggy population of Hobbiton has soared to 150,000 mews and rising. As such the SPCA is quite unable to cope with the numbers and will only rehome/collect cats if it qualifies as an emergency involving serious illness, injury or if the mouser is a member of a known terrorist organisation. After this news report, the afternoon DJ said that giving a cat for Christmas was laudable, but "if you abandon it, you're a bit of a bastard."
Apparently this type of language is perfectly acceptable for the airwaves over here and it won't be too long before unsuspecting callers are addressed as "f*ckstick" and "c*ntface" on a regular basis. They might even make a drinking game out of it. Assuming they haven’t already.

Secondly, we passed the Church of Scientology yesterday and though I am usually quite tolerant of religions (even though they are all made up to stop humans going mad with the pointlessness of it all), I have decided to make my New Year resolution early and promote these freaks to the top of my shit-list. I’ll give ‘em Battlefield Earth.
As luck would have it, the "Church" is actually situated right next door to an Irish bar called McGinty's, so my first task will be arranging for the clientele to be mixed up. I'm sure it will go down a storm when they mix up L.Ron's birthday (March 13th) with Paddy's Day.
I'll post the casualty reports when they come in.