As I scoffed my toast
this morning Fudge sat with me. He seems to be none the worse after honking his
tea last night, but that didn’t stop me worrying about the daft little dog.
As I scoffed toast I
watched last Saturday’s episode of “Thunderbirds
are Go”. Whilst I realise it is a children’s show, it really would benefit
from a plot which wouldn’t seem simplistic to a thick four-year old.
I had my usual look at
Facebook. Last night I’d (idiotically)
posted something on one of the work-related Facebook groups. And (as usual) the keyboard warriors were out
in force; the sort who post with confrontation instead of reason. This seems to
happen so much on-line. I’ve deleted the post; I suspect I will soon be packing
up with that Facebook group if it continues that way.
Perhaps this is why
social media is in something of a decline? I saw that the Wetherspoons chain have severed all ties with Facebook.
I didn’t have any
emails that weren’t destined for the bin (unread),
so (trying not to disturb my sleeping dog)
I got up, got organized and set off to work.
As I drove to work the
pundits on the radio were talking about the success
of Netflix. With over five million new subscribers so far this year it has
four times as much money to spend on making programs as the BBC does. And it
costs me half what the BBC costs (through
the TV Licence).
There was also an
interview with one Paul Joy; a fisherman from Hastings. I couldn’t help but
wonder if it was the Paul Joy I once knew. It seems that the fishermen of the country
have got the hump. In order to preserve fish stocks only so many fish can be
caught every year. Somehow or other much
of the UK’s fish allocation has gone to foreigners. Mr. Joy was rather vague about
how that happened; I suspect it was sold somewhere along the line.
I got to work and did
my bit. Once home I took the dogs for a short walk. It would have been a far
longer walk had Fudge not plodded along quite so slowly.
And then being Tuesday
the clans gathered and we watched “Gotham”;
I do like that show.
And then I got cross. "er indoors TM" has an Amazon Prime
account. She added me on to it, but the moment I tried to access any of the features
of a Prime membership it immediately billed me for a Prime membership of my
own. I eventually manged to cancel it, and I have been assured of a refund in a
week or so. After quite a bit of farting about I figured out how to access the “Amazon Households” account rather than
having the thing trick me into setting up an Amazon Prime account of my own.
I’ve had a look-see at
it. It has one *major* drawback in
that it is nigh on impossible to watch any of the videos on the telly without
a lot of farting about. It seems that Amazon and ChromeCast are
fundamentally incompatible.
Oh well… I’m happy with
the Kindle, I rarely (if ever) buy anything
from Amazon. I shall stick with Netflix…
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