Did the storm eventually show up last night? I don’t know –
I was asleep.
Over a cup of coffee I watched a disappointing episode of
the new series of “Thunderbirds”;
Lady Penelope was in a desert car race and the baddies were trying to steal the
engine of the fastest car. Bearing in mind that they were in a car which was
clearly far faster, I couldn’t help but wonder why.
As I drove to work I listened to the news on the radio.
There was a *lot* of talk about the
recent referendum in the Republic of Ireland in which they decided to overturn the archaic anti-abortion laws. And about time too.
The "Thought for
the Day" bit was then given over to some vacuous windbag of a vicar
who tried to do a complete about-turn on the Catholic church's
long-standing policy purely to appeal to the popular opinion. I can't
understand how religious leaders do this; they will completely reverse their
viewpoints just to curry favour with the masses in a shallow attempt to reverse
the ever declining numbers of bums on pews. Mind you I suppose the
reason is self-evident. They are completely reversing their viewpoint because
they want to reverse the ever declining numbers of bums on pews.
There was then an interview with one of the Democratic
Unionist Party's MPs. They are dead against abortions and are adamant that what
has happened in the Republic of Ireland has no bearing whatsoever on what happens
in Northern Ireland. And bearing in mind that the Prime Minister's slender
majority rests on keeping the DUP sweet, they will get their way. Because what
the DUP wants is what the DUP gets.
British democracy really is a farce isn't it? The DUP has
ten MPs but effectively has *far*
more influence on policy than the Labour party and the Liberal Democrats
combined who together have nearly thirty times as many MPs.
I got to work, and went to the canteen for a fry-up. I
might have been working on the Bank Holiday, but I thought I would make the
most of it. And suitably replete I got on with the morning's work. It wasn’t
long before I was on my way back home.
Once home I looked at the internet over a spot of lunch and
my piss boiled as I read the Facebook Geocaching UK page. Today’s squabble was
incited by those who have been hunting Tupperware since the very beginning who
have dedicated GPS units and who resent those who are new to the game. These
old lags seem to have a *major*
problem with those who use Smartphones to play the game. Particularly because
one of the many ways in which a Smartphone is superior to a GPS unit is that it
can log trackables instantly (and a GPS
can’t). The ability to log a trackable instantly isn’t something to be
sniffed at (!)
Today there were those who were saying that by expecting
people to be able to log a trackable instantly I was discriminating against the
less well-off who can’t afford a Smartphone.
What utter rubbish.
With eighty-five per cent of
the nation having Smartphones (and
this not being the stone age) I can’t help but think that some people
should stop being so petty and argumentative.
That Facebook page is just one big fight; those with
nothing better to do just to stir up bad feeling and arguments because they
can. I’ve unsubscribed from that group.
I dozed off… when I woke up it had cooled down outside and
was cool enough to take the dogs out. "er indoors TM"
and I took the hounds down to High Halden where we had a rather good walk.
Perhaps shorter than we often walk, but a rather good wander nonetheless.
It was a shame that Treacle deliberately escaped her harness
to chase the sheep, but she was soon recaptured.
I took a few
photos as we walked.
Once home the dogs shouted at new-next-door’s dogs. New-next-door
had visitors – someone with whom I used to work for over twenty years.
Hopefully he’ll be a frequent visitor…
"er indoors TM" is boiling up
some dinner… Suddenly I’m very hungry…
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