No news is ..?
We're still on holiday; our street is quieter than yesterday, possibly because several families have only just left the city to return to their families' kampungs. The Jakarta Post hasn't returned either, with the only interesting story online being that of the convicted Bali bomber Imron, who was last seen enjoying a cup of Starbucks with the police chief, not being allowed to attend the funeral yesterday of his baby son.
I see that Colin Powell, Bush's "voice of moderation" has resigned, though surely this was not unexpected. And so the world becomes increasingly polarised and infinitely more dangerous as the eye for an eye syndrome leads us all to blindness.
Elsewhere, across the board, wit and cleverness are considered a very British trait. Mind you, on a slow news day, Jakartass has problems in matching these expectations. As, apparently does the British Council. They may be moving into new premises here in Jakarta, in the Stock Exchange building if you want to know, but their new logo distinctly underwhelms MPs because its four blue dots completely fail to reflect the council's mission which is ...?
Apparently, as a Brit over 50, Jakartass is nostalgic for high tea and Rin Tin Tin. Now, this is an old article but it was distinctly old hat even when it was published, although I do miss some 50's TV, mainly because local TV is no better. Some folk had the temerity to suggest that food was better in the 50s. Eh? I don't remember our ration books having coupons forManchester tart jam (a subtle pink mix of cherries, bananas, sugar, vanilla and coconut).
So, I suppose the real news today must be that this is my official post no.200. I think I'll watch a DVD to celebrate.
