Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Whatever, Kinga

Saskia the silent assassin has been lured out into dangerous world of deprecating decibels - and as a result she appears to be have been irretrievably holed beneath the waterline.

I couldn't actually disagree with any part of venemous tirade that she directed at Makosi the other night, but in the political context of the game it's served only to pitch her and her satellites into a hot war they don't look like winning. (Brand new housemate Orlaith has already displayed a more sophisticated mastery of the art of assertiveness.)

Last night's snogathon smacked of desperation. The problem is that in spite of the factual acccuracy of her attempted character assassination of mendacious Makosi, it skirted too close to obnoxious nastiness (and ethno-xenophobia even: "People like you always have a chip on their shoulder") given that the matter in question was the trivial issue of the odious Maxwell's booze fix.

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