After a restless night I
watched the second episode of the current documentary about the life
of Bob Monkhouse. "er indoors TM"
had put it on the telly on Wednesday night and I'd slept through it.
Sometimes I wish I'd been
a TV celebrity. With no disrespect to the epically famous there's no
denying that they've all been incredibly lucky in their careers.
I then checked out social
media. Not much had happened overnight really.
And so to work. The radio
fizzled a bit but the news worried me. The Prime Minister is being
seen to be very brave in asking (telling?) the Muslim
community to take the lead in sorting
out the problems which are being laid at their door. Has anyone
else noticed that decent hard-working people of that persuasion are
described as "Muslims" but the loony-terrorists are
now referred to as "Islamists"? I suppose the media
has to make the distinction before the rest of society decides to
take matters in their own hands and tar anyone of non-white-caucasian
heritage with the same brush.
Eurozone leaders are
apparently laying eggs over the
Greek debt crisis. With only a week to go till the Greek
government formally refuses to pay back billions the rest of the
Eurozone are looking at seeing Greece leave the union.
It's no secret that he
average Brit is stupid enough to
vote for Brexit and I worry for the future. As I was bouncing my
grandson about yesterday I told his mum that he's got about a one in
two to one in three chance of living to be a
hundred years old. What kind of future will he see?
It won't be high-tech
like Star Trek. Desperately hoping the religious crackpots don't
blast us back to the stone age it will be at best much the same as
today with internecine petty international squabbling preventing any
real social advancement. As a child I had expected so much more.
I got to work, I did the
bare minimum (as I am told is usual for me). I spent a little
while looking up the finer details of ultrasound guided aspirations.
I've got an appointment to have my lump ultrasonically aspirated next
Wednesday; the boss has given me the day as sick leave.
I spoke with one of the
radiology nurses who assured me that I can just eat and drink before
the appointment like I would on any other day, that I shall get a
local anaesthetic and that I will be fit to drive home immediately
after the procedure.
Wikipedia
says I should fast from the night before and I should prepare for
major surgery; also I will get valium and will be as high as a kite
for the rest of the day.
I wonder how it will turn
out. Either way it will be something of an adventure.
Over lunch I checked my
emails. I had a few this morning since I'd left home. Another
invitation to work on the island of Saint Helena; this time for only
three months. If I didn't have a neck lump I'd be tempted.
The first newsletter came
from the GPS training school; unfortunately it seemed to be little
more than trying to sell me stuff.
And an interesting
email... Yesterday I went out on a geo-mission before work and found
a cache which the owner thought had been personally inspected by the
geo-feds. Yesterday I blogged my thought that the reviewer hadn't
been within fifty miles of the thing. Today I got a little message
from the cache owner telling me she really thinks he did go have a
look-see. So I sent a little message back; I also invited her to join
the Kent geo-Facebook brigade and to come to the geo-meet I'm staging
in August.
I hope she takes it in
the spirit in which it was intended....
Talking of things geo we
went for a little walk this evening. Four target geocaches; we found
three of them. Despite risking life and limb on barbed wire we didn't
find one of them.
Again I used "Hannah"
(my GPS unit) and... I think it is fair to say I've given the
thing a fair trial. I've come to the conclusion that I don't like it.
With the sole exception of haiving Ordnance Survey maps it really is
inferior to my phone in every single respect. I am now *utterly*
convinced there is some big secret about hand-held GPS units that the
rest of the tupperware-hunters aren't telling me. Why am I the only
one who can see how rubbish they are?
I shall phone the
Ordnance Survey company on Monday and see if I can get some sort of a
subscription for their maps and see if I can sell this GPS unit. It
might pay for a new lap-top...
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