It was a hot sticky night; I didn’t really sleep well
at all. I got up far earlier than I might and watched an episode of “Black
Mirror”; would you pay good money to have an AI simulation of your dead
partner?
I then had a quick look at the Internet in case it had
changed since last night, It hadn’t, really.
I munzed, ran round the back garden with a watering
can, and got ready for work.
As I drove to work the pundits on the radio were
talking about the latest news from the war in Gaza. I don't want to seem to be
belittling the conflict, but it's been going on for years, and it will go on
for years.
Then the sports news came on in which the pundit being
interviewed made the amazing observation that the whole point of any sporting
activity was to score more points that the opposition. This was (sadly)
presented in such a way that it was treated as an amazing revelation.
And then there was talk of yesterday's successful Starship launch.
This was followed by an interview with some American
who was very concerned that the Chinese might beat the Americans in the current race to
the Moon. This chap patiently explained that if the Americans get there first
they will claim the Moon for humanity, but if the Chinese get there first they
will claim it for themselves. The chap got rather irate with the interviewer;
apparently it is patently obvious that the Chinese want the Moon for
themselves, and if they get there first, then that's it for the
American space program. However this chap was utterly unable to explain
how the Chinese would be able to enforce any such claim that they might make.
How would they do so? Take up a few missiles and take pot-shots and any
incoming American ships?
I popped into Sainsburys to get some odds and ends.
Again the staffed tills were all closed. I ran some bottles of beer through the
self-service machine, and one of the miserable old bats who otherwise might
have been staffing a till grumbled and muttered as she came over to tell the
machine I was old enough to be buying beer. You'd think that these people would
have some training about how to be civil to customers, wouldn't you?
Work was work; things were busier than I might have
liked. But (for once) the roads home were rather quiet.
I came home, did “Feed The Fish” and then went
round the garden harvesting dog dung. The turds seemed much the same as ever;
presumably those cheese and onion flavoured peas the dogs had yesterday didn’t
do any harm.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up a rather good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst staring at the telly. As
we scoffed we quaffed a bottle of plonk. With change out of a fiver, it wasn’t
a bad bottle of plonk at all…
Today was rather dull…
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