My old mate who travels the world from hotel to hotel
rather than having any fixed abode was posting to Facebook from Hawaii this
morning. There were several photos of him in various expensive-looking places.
I suppose he must be happy but there’s no denying that I get homesick after
only a few days away.
There were also photos of Anastasiia Pokreshchuk who has had
surgery to get the world’s biggest cheekbones. She likes the look, or so she
says. I suppose she would have to say that. Does anyone else find it
attractive? When I was a lad there were people walking on the Moon. Shortly
after we had amazing computers, mobile phones… and now we have Donald Trump and
people thinking that looking frankly ridiculous is something to which we might
aspire. Where did it all go wrong?
Treacle seemed OK on yesterday’s walk, but during the
evening she had occasional limping. So rather than our usual four miles round
Kings Wood we had a shorter walk today. We went down to Orlestone. We used to
go there all the time, but after a couple of incidents with Morgan and Bailey (when
they were smaller) we’ve not been there for ages. We went back today and
all three dogs were as good as gold. We barked at some normal people who were
foraging; they looked terrified. The woman foraging looked at Bailey in much
the same way that I might look at a wild tiger. And we had an episode with
three Dobermans, but to be fair to them they only wanted to play. It was a
shame they were so big; Treacle got very defensive of Bailey, and Morgan just
ran in terror.
Where we’d normally walk four miles round Kings Wood we
were back at the car after a mile and a half today.
We came home where the dogs didn’t need a bath. In the past
Orlestone has been a swamp. It wasn’t today.
I made us a cuppa, loaded up rubbish into the car and set
off to the tip. A week ago I put the old poggered strimmer in the front garden
in the hope that some passer-by might have been daft enough to take it. Sadly
no one was.
I went to the tip and taking care not to run over the
people who weren’t paying attention I get rid of a carful of rubbish then drove
up to Kennington. “Daddies’ Little Angel TM” had bought
a sackload of remote control toys and I had to collect them. And pay for them
as well.
From there I went to Bybrook Barn. I bought a few rocks and
got a few ideas for what I might do with the front garden. But just like at the
tip, not one person in a hundred was looking where they were going, or seemed
to have any idea that there was anyone else around them.
And then I had a phone call from an old colleague. The chap
is up before the professional regulator. Apparently he made racist comments in
private messages, but the person to whom they were sent chose not to respect
the confidence.
I wish there was something I could do to help him…
I spent the afternoon slobbing in front of the telly
watching episodes of “Four in a Bed” in which some new-age hippy spent quite
some time banging on about his eco-friendly cleaning products and then had the
right arse when he was told how filthy his toilets were and how they needed a
good scrubbing with bleach.
“er indoors TM” boiled up pizza and
chips then went bowling. Earlier in the day I’d read a description of the film “Alien”
which had been rather dubiously translated from a Hong Kong DVD so I sat with
the dogs and watched it. I can remember going to see the film when I was
fifteen years old and lying about my age. And now, quite a few years later, two
things strike me about it.
Firstly despite being on an interstellar spaceship everyone
was smoking.
Secondly just how much the film dragged on. It was about
half an hour too long. I got bored with it.
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