In moments such as these there are future memories you will see... no exaggeration, no hallucination... … beer (brewing and drinking), holidays, diets, hugging trees, kiting, fishing, ironing, hiking, geocaching, wherigoing, painting (oils, emulsion and gloss), ranting, recording history as I see it. Days with family, days with friends. Always an opinion (always wrong), and rarely a dull moment. Welcome to my world... remember - history is written by those who make the effort to write it.
Despite the best efforts of my CPAP machine I
was totally breathless and wide awake by 5.30am. I tried to get back to sleep,
but that wasn’t going to happen.
Over brekkie I watched the last episode of “National Treasure”; a rather good
Channel Four series in which Robbie Coltrane played an aging celebrity accused
of sex crimes he had supposedly committed thirty-odd years previously. It was a
rather good show; very powerful. Obviously based on the recent stories of Jimmy
Savile, Rolf Harris and the like, but it this case although the character was
found “Not Guilty” and there was
plenty of evidence in the story to show he was innocent of the specific crimes
of which he was accused, you still wondered if he was guilty of something else.
"Furry Face TM" for a walk round the park. As we
walked we met lots of schoolchildren who wanted to fuss him, and several other
dog walkers who knew Fudge by name even though I don’t remember ever having met
them. AS we started the walk I noticed a rather spectacular rainbow. I always
thought rainbows came *after* the
rain, so I was rather surprised when the heavy rain then hit.
rather damp by the time we got home.
home and dried off and I spent a few minutes having a look-see on-line before
setting off to work and the late shift.
I stopped off in
Chartham on my way to work. not one hundred yards away from the pond shop is a
fishing tackle shop. Yesterday I was whinging to "My Boy TM" about how there are no fishing tackle shops placed conveniently for me
and how getting any tackle involves driving considerably out of my way. It
turns out that every time I drive to and from work I drive right past Fat Fish Tackle. It is amazing what
you miss when you don't pay attention. I popped in and the chap there took
quite a bit of time to show me all about hair rigs.I spent twenty-five quid with him.
I stopped off in
Morrisons for an apple and a banana and bog roll, then went on to the
cheapo-bargain shop because the sweeties are cheaper.
As I drove I listened to the radio. there was a long interview with a British
chap who teaches at an American university where the
law regarding guns has recently changed.
Students can now
bring (lethal) hand-guns to lectutres and the University staff are not allowed
to even ask if they've got a gun, let alone ask them not to bring it into the
lecture hall. One student being interviewed said it was a good move because if
there are any bad people in the University then he (as a good person) could defend the public... by blowing away anyone
he perceived to be a bad person.
You have to admire the American right to carry arms...
And so to work… and as is so often the case on
the late shifts my day was effectively over by 11.3am