Storm Doris hit yesterday. After a spot
of brekkie I checked the back garden for damage. We lost a couple of fence
panels. I say “lost”; fell down is a
more accurate description of what happened. I suppose I’d better sort it out at
the weekend. The panels look fine; I just need a new upright and a way of
keeping it up (ooer!)
I then had my obligatory check of the
Internet before work. Edna Haviva Tse had sent me a friend
request on Facebook. I don’t know her but she assures me that her sexy breast
and her naked body will make me really hot! That’s something to which I can
look forward…
But seriously though. This person is
advertising pornographic sites. I went through the reporting process and the
powers that be at Facebook said that this pornmonger was not breaching any of
their rules. They ban people for using an alias but allow the promotion of
pornography. There is something wrong there.
With no emails at all having turned up
overnight I set off to work. As I drove the pundits on the radio were
discussing the state of the Labour party. Two of their prominent MPs have
resigned and there were by-elections to replace them yesterday. The Labour party
held one seat (with a seriously
diminished majority) and lost the other seat (which has been a safe Labour seat for over fifty years) to the Conservatives.
Much as it pains me to say so, the Labour party is clearly rapidly going down
the toilet and its so-called leader Mr Corbyn is pulling the flush himself. And
again the fellow takes
no responsibility for the state of his party.
I stopped off at Sainsburys for petrol,
and went to work where I had a rather frustrating day. I was working in a part
of the lab where there was a notice board with various photographs of staff
parties and staff families and the like. There was a photo of one of my new
colleagues with a woman who looked incredibly familiar, but I couldn’t identify
her. After a few hours the chap walked past; I asked him who this woman was
with whom he’d been photographed. He giggled nervously, and said he had no
idea. Apparently she was some celebrity from the telly. I wonder who this
celebrity was?
I had hoped to get some McScoff after
work, but time was against me. I went straight to Woodchurch to find I was the
first member of the astro club committee to get to the hall, but not the first
person. Half a dozen people (who had
never been to the club before) had turned up incredibly early. I got the
keys, asked them to give me a few minutes, got set up, and then had a row with
them. One silly old bat had set herself up as their ringleader and refused
point-blank to pay two quid to come to the meeting. She’d lived in Woodchurch
all her life and why should she pay to come to a meeting of the astronomy club
when she had no interest in astronomy. She was actually looking for the meeting
of the parish council in the hall next door.
This boils my piss. Every single meeting
of the astro club is plagued by locals who make a grand entrance only to find
they want the parish council meeting taking place next door. Surely anyone
going to something as local as a parish council meeting would know where the
thing is taking place?
Once we’d got rid of the parish council
the astro club meeting went rather well. We had several new people, and it was
standing room only when we started.
Mind you I was glad to get home. I
arrived home shortly after 11pm; only sixteen hours after I left home this
morning…
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