Once I’d forcibly shoved Treacle over, I had a
reasonable night’s sleep right up to the point where I was having a nightmare
in which I was trying to panic-buy antique eighteenth century trousers so that
I could join the eighteenth century militia. I woke in a cold sweat and was
suddenly wide awake. What was that all about?
I got up, made toast and watched an episode of “The
Man In The High Castle” which is slowly but surely turning into a rather
better version of “Quantum Leap”.
I then had my usual rummage round the Internet A friend was trying to help raise money to
send a child suffering with seizures to Mexico for a revolutionary new treatment which is not
available on the NHS… I was reminded of the chap who was my best man. He had an
incurable eye disease and fifty years ago there was a massive fundraising
campaign to send him to Switzerland for a revolutionary new treatment which was
not available on the NHS. The reason why that treatment was not available on
the NHS was because it was a scam. I wonder if this is the same?
I sent out birthday wishes to the four friends having
a birthday today, and got ready for work.
As I drove to work so the pundits on the radio were
talking about the growing concern over the rise of artificial
intelligence... Those with any sense at all have realised that leaving
the development of AI to those who are making a profit from it is somewhat
foolhardy. But isn't this the whole idea of the American dream and of
Thatcher's Britain though? For years we were told that government control
of anything was a bad thing and absolutely everything is better left to those
who do it for a profit. Even though it's rather obvious to anyone with
any sense that giving unfettered access to potentially world-dominating
technology to those who make money out of it is silly. Personally I would
suggest that it is a tad late to be discovering the concept of "vested
interests", but (as I so often say) what do I know?
And there were reports of the King's visit to
America where he is sucking up to Donald Trump. I must admit that when he came
to the throne I thought he'd make a complete arse of it, but the King's done
far better than I thought he would... up till today.
He really should have phoned in sick rather than
trying to appease a nutter.
I did my bit at work. At lunch time I slipped out. I'd
got a carful of rubbish to go to the tip. With Ashford's tip closed I'd
arranged to go to the tip near work before the late shift today, but yesterday
I was asked if I could swap shifts... I'd much rather do a core shift and spend
my lunch break doing a tip run than do a late shift, so that's what I did. And
the tip run was all done and dusted in less than half an hour.
I went back to work where we had a Red Alert. I've
mentioned before that they aren't as exciting as you might think... those who
do my job have on occasion described it as hours of the mundane interspersed
with split seconds of OMG.
Getting home was a bit of a palaver this evening…
someone in Francis Road was moving house and had parked the removal van right
in the middle of the road completely blocking it in all directions.
And as I walked home from where I’d parked I nearly
tripped over the charging cable coming out of someone’s window, going across
the pavement and into the electric car parked in the street. I’ve always said
that I’d like an electric car but charging it would be an issue… Perhaps this
is the way forward… all the time no one actually trips over it, all would be
peachy.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up a rather good chili which we scoffed whilst watching a couple of episodes of
“The Orville”. And as I type this we are watching some documentary about
The Beatles on the Disney channel…
I know it is tantamount to heresy, but am I alone in
thinking that The Beatles were (and are) just a tad over-rated?
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