I slept well, finally waking twenty
minutes before the alarm was due to go off. I got up, even if my dogs didn't.
Over brekkie I watched the fifth episode of "The
End of the Fxxxing World". I discovered this series on Netflix
yesterday evening and watched four episodes back-to-back. It's a rather good
show once you get into it (You probably
need to gloss over the first minute or so...). A bit gruesome in parts, but
I can (mostly) live with that.
I thought about watching another
episode, but bearing in mind the journey I now have to get to work I thought
better of it.
I got dressed (putting on my new belt and one of my new shirts) and just as I was
about to leave the house my phone beeped with news of a new geocache not two
minutes from work. A shame that was "Maidstone
work" and not "Pembury work"...
As I walked to my car it was still dark
and the rain was rather heavy. Today was "Blue Monday";
supposedly the most miserable day of the year. As I left home I rather felt
that it was. I had a rather horrible drive to work. It took me an hour and
twenty minutes, which is about double the length of time for which I'm happy to
drive. I have only done this journey six times now, and already I hate it with
a passion. As I drove I was tailgated by an endless succession of idiots
driving far too fast along dark narrow wet slippery country lanes with
piss-poor visibility. I pulled over so many times to let these twits come past.
Every time I pulled over was the same. Firstly they would pull over with me;
being far too close they had no idea why i was pulling over. And when they
realised why I'd stopped they would then fly past me (with a squeal of tyres). And within a hundred yards there would be
another squeal of tyres as they nearly collided with cars coming on the other
side of the narrow lanes.
I *really*
like working at Pembury; but getting
there and getting home is more like hard work than the actual job is.
As I drove the pundits on the radio were
talking about the
collapse of Carillion; a company which has all sorts of contracts with the
government. The pundits on the radio interviewed some old windbag who said that
other companies would take over the contracts, and the only difference those
doing the actual work would notice would be that the corporate logos on their
uniforms would change.
Doesn't this speak volumes about how
government contacts are awarded?
There was also an interview with the leader of UKIP; Henry
Bolton. Over the weekend he dumped his girlfriend because of all the racist
stuff she'd been quoted as saying.
The interview with him made for good
radio, though. Rather than discussing the political matters of the day, those
conducting the interview got him to talk about the sordid details of his
personal life. Apparently he'd only been with this girlfriend for a few weeks.
The chap admitted that his wife found out about the girlfriend over Christmas,
and has since taken his children to live with her in Austria. (Austria - is that why he's so anti-Europe?)
You would think that the leader of a
national political party would have wanted to talk policies and newsworthy
stuff rather than just admitting to all the sordid details of his recent
affair, wouldn't you? Other politicians try to hide that sort of scandal.
Perhaps he's proud of having had a bimbo
in tow?
I got to work where I did my thing. With
my thing done I came home. Just as I got to my car there was another beep on my
phone. Another new geocache. This one was reasonably nearby, but there were
several stages to it, and it was raining.
I would have had a good run home had I
not got stuck behind a learner driver who went at twenty-five miles per hour
for the last fifteen miles of the journey.
"er indoors TM" did a rather
good bit of dinner then went bowling. I’m going to watch the telly. My dogs are
already asleep. I expect I shall be soon…
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