Author Archives: Tim Ireland
About Tim IrelandTim is the sole author of Bloggerheads.
George Osborne has been urged to eat his s**t sandwich and shut the hell up. The details are worth a look. UPDATE – New blog alert!
George Osborne did not have monetary relations with that Russian billionaire, Oleg Deripaska. George Osborne did not have monetary relations with that Russian billionaire, Oleg Deripaska. George Osborne did not have monetary relations with that Russian billionaire, Oleg Deripaska. George … Continue reading
Here’s a lovely background for Republican voters. Enjoy! In other news (aren’t you glad that you looked down here?), now there are two items that Iain Dale would like to avoid discussing on his website, and all of a sudden … Continue reading
1. Via Daniel, I learn of a campaign to pay for atheist ads on buses. They’re currently at £5,094.66 with a target of £5,500, and Richard Dawkins pledging to match that amount: 2. Meanwhile for as little as £25, you … Continue reading
Short version: Scroll down to the picture. – Long version: Hey, do you remember when I wrote a rather complicated (and greatly estimated) post about Iain Dale vastly overstating his popularity and Iain responded by (oops) accidentally making it very … Continue reading
For those who came in late: Bloggerheads – Julie Moult is an idiot Bloggerheads – The Daily Mail: let’s kick arse and take names 1. Finally! 2. It’s too early to start awarding prizes, as these fresh results are still … Continue reading
The Age – McCain goes for jugular, but misses (The jugular? What an amateur. The pros go for a carotid artery and let the heart do the rest of the work.) Getting away from this picture (heh) and back to … Continue reading
[Note – Yes, I still have what ‘blog poll’ data I could gather at the time saved, and I plan to crunch it when I have the time. Of course, Iain Dale himself could sort the whole matter out in … Continue reading
Death and why you may have difficulty imagining the experience that follows it. No, asking a zombie doesn’t count; they haven’t been to the void, emptiness, oblivion *or* the sweet trolley. The best they can imagine is a dull tearing … Continue reading