Bird Flu hits Britain

So, bird flu has hit Britain. My mate reckons that's a good thing. We haven't had a decent food scare in ages. As always, it's not as if these things are actually scary. It's not like bird flu is easy to catch. Any idiot can tell you that there's a vast difference between a disease birds catch and a disease humans catch.
So, there's no danger. Unless, of course, British people are vastly more likely to eat bird shit than people, in which case we've got a disaster on our hands. My mate isn't too fussed by this possibility. Of course, if he owned a chicken farm, he'd probably be terrified by now.
A friend of a friend says that the world is overdue a real killer flu. My mate still wants him to explain what on Earth "overdue" means.

My mate doesn’t blog

My mate has never been very convinced by this whole counter-culture web thing. It seems like an awful lot of effort, and he doesn't really see the point. The whole del.icio.us and flickr thing seems like a waste of time. Maybe he's wrong. In any event, it'll be interesting to see if he keeps it up.