I made myself some toast,
and as I scoffed it I started the week’s course of antibiotics and steroids as
a run-up to next week’s surgical nasal re-bore. I also watched the second
episode of “Nightflyers” which, although entertaining, is like most
sci-fi in that it is clearly written by someone who’s good at the fiction but
rather shaky on the science. Take the journey the spaceship is on. To quote
Douglas Adams “Space
is big. Really big. You just won't believe how vastly, hugely, mind-bogglingly
big it is. I mean, you may think it's a long way down the road to the chemist,
but that's just peanuts to space”. You can’t get out to where the aliens might be in just a few months.
Or take the crew. Any crew of any spaceship is going to have to be educated. No
spaceship is going to be carrying a load of gung-ho half-wit marines for no
adequately explored reason. Nor are they going to be carrying a couple of
sex-crazed lesbians who merely get jiggy with each other at regular intervals
just to chivvy along an otherwise tired storyline.
With telly watched I
sparked up my lap-top to see what I’d missed in the Internet overnight. “Esperanza Deeds” had sent me a friend request on Facebook. In
fact it was more than a request for friendship. She suggested I might like to
join her Whatsapp group “nudeysauceromp849”. I can only imagine that those of a more puritanical nature had seen
to the closure of Whatsapp groups “nudeysauceromp1” through to “nudeysauceromp848”. I reported her to the Facebook feds, but I expect that she doesn’t
breach Facebook’s community standards. However other than “Esperanza”, nothing much else had happened in
cyberspace.
I drove toward Tunbridge Wells through a very wet
and dismal morning. As I peered through the gloom the pundits on the
radio were interviewing the leader of some union or other. This bloke was
pontificating on climate change and Brexit and loudly presenting his personal
opinion as though it were scientific fact. Speaking as someone who was a union
rep for years myself, doesn't this just sum up what is wrong with today's Trade
Union movement?
They then interviewed some MP or other who got
rather cross when challenged about the Labour party's position on Brexit.
Apparently they endorse both leave and remain and seem to feel that this is
both sensible and reasonable. I can't help but think that seeing how neither
side of the Brexit argument has a majority with the general public, having no
fixed stance on the issue will lose them the least amount of votes.
Mind you nothing will lose them as many votes as
their leader "that idiot Jeremy
Corbyn" who today was announced to be the most unpopular
Leader of the Opposition since records began. And that has been up against
some pretty stiff competition.
They then wheeled on some vicar who talked utter
tripe on the "Thought for the Day" section. Having admitted to having irrational fears over the
silliest of things, she said that she overcomes her irrational fears from the
confidence she gets from the church.
So she overcomes irrational fear by
confidence in something else equally (if not
more) irrational. Why does Radio Four present such
stark nonsense as a rational position?
I got to the work's car park; I got soaked
running from the car to work. Once there I did my bit despite the contents of
my pockets falling out. I wish trouser manufacturers made pockets a tad more
sturdy; it is always the pockets of any pair of trousers that wear out first
for me. Mind you, on the plus side I got a custard doughnut.
As I worked I had a phone call from "the hospital". I glossed
over the fact that I was already in one (that's where I work) and answered the
nice lady's questions. She had all sorts of questions about what might have
changed since I had my pre-med assessment several months ago. I don't think
anything had changed at all, but we had to got through her entire list. That
took some time.
With my bit done I went back to my car. My phone
was down to only having five per cent charge. Why was it so flat?
Rather than going straight
home we called in to see the first fruit of my loin. It is his birthday
tomorrow, and Cheryl had boiled up a rather good bit of dinner. Boiling up good
bits of dinner seems to be a feature in our family.
Bake Off’s on in a minute…
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