After yet another
terrible night's (so-called) sleep I was up and watching
"Family Guy" before 6am. "Furry Face TM"
was also up, but for once he showed absolutely no interest in having
the crusts off of my toast; he was still chomping on the huge bone
he'd been given last night.
With brekkie scoffed I
put washing on the line and set off to work on what turned out to be
a rather cold morning. But the boiling of my piss warmed me as I
listened to the radio. The late Cyril Smith, ex-MP for Rochdale is
the latest to be accused
of paedophilia. Was he guilty? Some say he was; those who knew
him and worked with him said he wasn't. Now that he's been safely
dead for four years he has no way to defend himself.
For myself I can't help
but think that any accusers should have said something whilst the
chap was alive rather than waiting till four years after his death.
There was also something
of a rather pointless squabble on that same radio show about the
attractiveness of beards. Advocates of beards were claiming that the
ladies prefer a bearded man; the clean shaven were insisting that
women prefer no facial hair. Having wasted quite a lot of valuable
radio air time on such a trivial matter the experts then announced
that research
has shown that the ladies actually prefer whatever is in the
minority at the time; if there's loads of beardies about then I am in
with a good chance. If there are very few beardies on the scene, then
I don't have a hope.
Surely there must have
been something more relevant to waste air time on.
I stopped off at the Park
& Ride on my way to work. Some time ago I hid a geocache there.
It gets found from time to time. Yesterday I received a curt message
about the thing; the message simply read "not there".
So I went along with a replacement cache (and apparatus to secure
the new one in place) only to find the old one was fine and was
exactly where it was supposed to be.
I wonder what that
message was all about.
Once at work I did my
bit; pausing only for lunchtime sax practice. The Egyptian dance
still eludes me, but I have now got to grips with "Twinkle,
Twinkle Little Star" and "London Bridge is Falling
Down". Whilst today's practice went off without incident I
did get one or two pointed stares from other people who clearly had
planned to have their lunches in their cars and didn't like the noise
I was making in the car park.
If anyone could suggest
somewhere else I might go then I'm open to suggestions. In the
meantime those who don't appreciate good music are free to drive
their cars elsewhere for half an hour.
Quite a few philistines
are doing so.
Home where after I'd
taken "Furry Face TM" round the
park I did't do any of the tings I had planned for the evening. I'm
feling increasingly tired in the evenings.
If only I could sleep at
night...
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