Yesterday I mentioned
that I was going up the KFC shop for my tea. The "Mega Bucket
for One" was rather tasty. And at just over a fiver it
wasn't especially expensive as a treat. However at one thousand two
hundred calories it rather counteracted any healthy intentions I'd
had on my walk earlier in the day. As I scoffed my "Mega
Bucket for One" I watched a film I'd recorded onto the Sky
Plus box - "Full Metal Jacket" is a strange film. It's
effectively two films. The first part about an army training camp is
quite engaging. The second part, about a war in Vietnam some time
later isn't.
I then had a relatively
early night, but I was still up and watching Blakes Seven DVDs before
5am. This morning our heroes were at each others' throats again. They
seem to squabble a lot at the moment, but it passed an otherwise dull
hour before I left early for work.
I took a rather
circuitous route today; failing to find one geocache, but locating
another. "Gunners" eluded me, but I found "Gunners
2". I can see (or know of) no artillery-related
reference to the location in which the caches are hidden. I can only
suppose that "Gunners" is a football reference. I hesitate
to roll my eyes in despair, but even so...
What is it with football
that people find so fascinating. I can understand playing the game;
like I can understand participating in any sport, recreation or
pastime. But watching someone else doing it? And declaring undying
allegiance to some team based miles away; the members of which are
utterly oblivious of your existence?
I wish I could see the
attraction. After all millions of others do.
Mind you apparently four
per cent of the British public think
Elvis is still alive That's two million nutters... But I
digress...
As I drove to work I
could see autumn had arrived. Keat's "season of mists" was
never more evident than along the A28 to Canterbury this morning. The
fogs were particularly beautiful along the Stour by Godmersham. The
same fogs also caused a pile-up involving over a hundred cars which
constituted one of the most serious emergencies the county's
emergency services had ever seen.
Bearing in mind the
stupidity I see every morning with people speeding past me on blind
corners, this pile up can hardly be surprising. Why do people drive
so dangerously. Every day on my journey to and from work I drive at
the speed limit on the ten miles along the A28, and there will be at
least half a dozen people who fly past me at speeds in excess of
seventy miles an hour.
As I drove I listened to
the radio, as always. The pundits were wittering on about the antics
of various politicians, and were treating this trivia with respect,
regardless of the fact that in two weeks time no one will remember
anything about what these politicians were up to.
Then there was an article
about the latest findings in deep space. Astrophysicists have
apparently mapped magnetic fields in the galaxy's core. There are
untold implications for this news, not least of which is that
understanding massive magnetic flows may ultimately help us fuel the
space ships which will save the human race when the sun explodes. But
the news pundits treated science as though it were mere vaudeville
comedy. I've ranted about this in the past. The most fleetingly
trivial antics of celebrities and politicians is always given centre
stage by the media whilst that of importance is never treated with
respect.
I suppose the media is
pandering to those who follow football, drive like an idiot, or think
that Elvis is still alive.
Once at work I continued
assisting my colleague in his efforts to master the French language.
Maintenant le poisson est dans l'arbre avec le singe. Le lapin est
invitee dans l'arbre, mais il ne veux pas etre dans l'arbre. L'oiseau
n'est pas dans l'arbre. Le singe a mange l'oiseau parce que l'oiseau
a frappe le singe sur son ballons. Le poisson n'aime pas l'arbre. Et
son velocipede, qui est dans l'arbre aussi, est plien d'anguilles.
It's all going on up that
tree...
Needless to say my
colleague is struggling with his studies. Perhaps I should stop
helping him.
And so home where I found
a very ill dog...
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