After a reasonable night’s sleep I started watching “Back” on
Netflix. It is amusing enough and has the advantage that the episodes are
short. Why does so much on Netflix these days have to be an hour long?
I then had a little look at the Internet as I do.
Someone was selling a Zeroid. Back in the day (over
fifty years ago) there was a range of robot toys called “Zeroids”. There’s a
Facebook page about them that I started following a little while ago with a
vague plan to see if I might get a Zeroid or two of my own. After all, I’ve
sneaked Lego into the living room – how hard could it be to get a couple of
small robots? And then I had a look at the prices of the things on eBay. Broken
ones are changing hands for about a hundred quid. One in decent condition sold
last night for three hundred dollars.
As I drove to work I found myself becoming rather sick
of hearing about the antics of American politics from the pundits on the radio.
When the UK found itself saddled with a Prime Minister who had clearly and
demonstrably ballsed it all up there were processes in place to get shot of
her. Doesn't the American constitution have such safeguards?
Mind you for all that Liz Truss was gone in a month,
it did take a while to hoik that idiot Boris Johnson out. I suppose in many
ways he was like Donald Trump in that many people will overlook what he's doing
as he's rather entertaining to watch.
There was probably a lot more on the radio, but my
attention drifted when the sports news came on. So often rather than
reporting any actual news, the pundits just wheel on someone who was something
or other to do with a recent sporting event with no regard to how eloquent they
may be. And so rather than giving a good interview, the so-called expert just
mumbles and continually repeats "um - yeah - you know". This
has been going on for years; you'd think that peak-time national radio would
have higher standards, wouldn't you?
I stopped off at the little shop in Sissinghurst to
get a sandwich and to get some supplies for the weekend. Once I'd bought my
stuff, just as I got back to my car some idiot woman driving the other way down
the road pulled across the road and stopped her car blocking me in. She had a
full-blown battle with the child in the passenger seat then forcibly dragged
the child out and marched into the shop... leaving my car stuck. I
managed to reverse and get past her car, and I drove off - leaving her car in
the middle of the road pointing the wrong way and effectively blocking the
traffic. I could have said something; I couldn't be arsed. Not my circus, not
my monkeys.
Work was work. I did my bit, and came home again. I
really shouldn’t complain about my job, but it is seriously getting in the way
of my doing whatever I would rather be doing.
Pausing only briefly for geocachical reasons “er
indoors TM” boiled up fish and chips which we
scoffed whilst watching the last episode of Martin Clunes and Neil Morrissey’s trip
across France. That was rather good. We followed it with some utter tripe
in which Bradley Walsh tried to pretend that the pyramids were built
by aliens. I never had him down as
being so thick as to assign everything he doesn’t understand to aliens.
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