I slept like a log last night. I was eventually woken by
Fudge fidgeting shortly before the alarm was due to go off. I scoffed my toast
whilst watching Star Trek cartoons, and because I couldn’t be bothered to get
off the sofa I put on the episode of “Red
Dwarf” in which RImmer became Ace Rimmer.
I allowed myself a few minutes to waste in cyber-space.
Lookoing at Facebook I found myself rather humbled. Yesterday I’d posted up a
little piccie of me finding my nine thousandth geocache. This morning I saw
that thirty-three friends had posted congratulations, and sixty three-people
had pressed the “like” button.
A couple of days ago a friend of mine
was whinging on Facebook that Black Friday was an American thing and had no
place in the UK. Today that same person was wishing everyone a happy
Thanksgiving (!)
I thought Thanksgiving was tomorrow?
I had a little look at my phone as well. A couple of months
ago I realised that I was getting through my mobile data at quite a rate. I was
originally give a gigabyte of data each month, and was (on average) using about eight hundred megabytes of it. I asked for
more data (it never hurts to ask) and
the nice people at the phone company increased my allowance. This morning I was
half way through the monthly billing period and I had used three hundred
megabytes of the fourteen gigabytes I now have. (That’s just over two per cent) I’ve always been very conscious not
to go over my data limit… maybe I needn’t worry quite so much in the future.
I set off to work. As I drove the
pundits on the radio were discussing the recent death of teen heartthrob David
Cassidy. Apparently loads of women now in their fifties and sixties are
heartbroken that he died yesterday. Even though most of them had never met him,
or even seen him, or probably never even listened to one of his records for
thirty years.
They wheeled Leo Sayer onto the airwaves
to say nice things about Mr Cassidy. Leo Sayer... he was big in the 1970s. I
thought he'd been dead for years - it turns out he lives in Australia now.
there was also a lot of speculation
about what the Chancellor of the Exchequer was going to announce in the
afternoon's budget speech. Apparently unlike with previous budgets, quite a lot
of the detail has already been made public. Those on the radio were of the
opinion that most of the budget was the brainchild of the Chancellor himself
with very little input from the Prime Minister. It would seem that her position
is so weak that the Chancellor can do what he likes and she's pretty much
powerless to stop him.
Those on the radio were making great
show of how the Chancellor was trying to juggle the books to keep the various
wings of the Conservative party happy, and to be seen to be doing the
politically correct hing. Interestingly at no stage was it hinted that he might
have planned the budget with the national interest in mind.
I got to work, and we spent a little
while playing with the boss's phone. She's got this gadget on it which doesn't
need a password, or fingerprint recognition. instead you stare into it and it
recognizes your eye. It worked for her, and it wouldn't accept me.
I remember seeing this in the film Star
Trek II. When the film came out we thought this was amazingly sci-fi...
She finds this very useful - when out on
her horse she can activate her phone by staring at it, and then tell it what to
do using the voice recognition software. The technology is amazing, isn't it?
We also had a little disaster at tea
time. A colleague had bought a packet of kettle chips for tea break time. In
that packet were nine crisps. Nine - we counted them. That was nearly ten pence
per crisp.
What a rip-off.
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