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Sir Salman.


Salman Rushdie, one of my favourite writers gets a long-deserved knighthood. The Guardian has a few choice quotes from the literary scene:
"I am delighted for him," said fellow novelist Ian McEwan said last night. "He's a wonderful writer, and this sends a firm message to the book-burners and their appeasers."
The book-burners got the message all right and they don't like it much. Fatwa-spouting Iran has already condemned Sir Salman's knighthood:
"Giving a medal to someone who is among the most detested figures in the Islamic community is... a blatant example of the anti-Islamism of senior British officials," Mr Hosseini [Iran's Foreign Ministry spokesman] told a press conference.

"The measure that has taken place for paying tribute to this apostate and detested figure will definitely put British statesmen and officials at odds with Islamic societies, the emotions and sentiments of which have again been provoked."
Bla bla bla yadda yadda. Oh put a sock in it, Iran.
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  1. Sheena19/6/07 8:04 am

    What, the Iranians figured since they managed to kidnap British soldiers AND get away with only a slap on the wrist, they would be able to influence Britain's choice of knights?

    Well, turns out Britain has a rebellious streak - ooh!

    "You use OUR soldiers for YOUR propaganda? Well, we'll honour YOUR propaganda nightmare... with a KNIGHTHOOD! Take that*!"

    *And yes, it was a deliberate pun on the UK boy-band :P

    On a more trivial note, try saying Sir Salman Rushdie really quickly 20 times in a row. That's a regular tongue-twister.

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  2. Ted Mahsun19/6/07 9:04 am

    Ho ho! It so happens that tongue twisters are my forte! I am MASTER of Tongue Twistery! Sir Salman Rushdie is babyplay! Mwahaha!

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  3. Anah Shariff19/6/07 10:00 pm

    He's so HOT!

    Someone go grab Padma!

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  4. Ted Mahsun20/6/07 5:20 pm

    No way Anah! You know he's MINE!

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