There was an embarrassing
five minutes this morning as I walked the streets desperately trying
to remember where I'd parked my car. Eventually I found it more
through luck than judgement. I then drove to work with a lorry from
Sims Milling Ltd seemingly five yards behind me all the way. Had I
stopped sharply at any point this lorry would have crashed into me.
It always strikes me as
daft that people with their firm emblazoned all over their vehicles
would drive in a patently unsafe way.
The news was interesting
today. Someone has been trampled
to death by cows. Apparently. This seemed odd to me. Cows of my
experience hae always been inquisitive, yet rather timid beasts. I
have no qualms about walking through a field of the beasts. If they
are now killers, this could be either a worrying development, or
evolution in action. Perhaps they have finally realised the
advantages of being at the top of the food chain.
Also gas prices are to go
up. British Gas are talking about a six percent price hike. It's just
as well I don't get gas from them. If my bunch follow suit I shall
have to start shopping around for a bargain. Fortunately I got an
email from NHS discounts about cheap gas today. Maybe they might have
a bargain for me. Mind you the gas still comes through the same pipe
so I can't see how the price can possibly vary from one company to
another. Perhaps I'm being thick again.
And then as the morning's
news finished it was time for "Desert Island Discs".One of
the traditional institutions of British life even if the average
Britisher has never listened to it. The concept is that various
people get to choose the eight records they would take with them onto
a desert island were they to have notice of their being stranded on a
desert island beyond the hope of rescue for an indeterminate period.
The show has been running for years; in between the music choices the
various potential castaways are interviewed. The show can be quite
interesting at times.
What I can't work out is
why so many people on this program choose operatic records. This
morning's choices weren't musical at all; they could only be
described as a cross between caterwauling and shrieking. Presumably
people on this show don't want to be thought of as the kind of person
who listens to the music that appeals to the masses. I've always felt
that opera is only listened to for the inherent snob value it
imparts. Perhaps I'm just overly conscious of my lower-order nature?
The rest of the day was
rather dull...
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